My Stepbrother Kicked Me Out Novels & Stories

He grabs another drink from a passing guy and hands it to me. I take it without thinking. We clink cups. This time, I don’t hesitate when I drink. Because if that really is Evan— If the guy I just fought with… The guy who still gets under my skin like no one else… Is he actually my stepbrother now? Then this isn’t just messy. It’s war and I’m not walking away this time. I step outside a few minutes later, the cool night air hitting my face hard. It should help but it doesn’t.

Name of ex-fiancé: Grayson Thorne. The name hit like a blow. His eyes tracked it twice, three times, before reality locked into place. Grayson. That bastard. Of all the men in the world… it had to be that arrogant, two-faced, shit-head of a stepbrother. The paper burned in his grip. His skin felt too tight for his body, the air around him pressing in until he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh, rage, or punch his fist through the wall. “How the fuck did this happen?” he growled, throwing the file over the railing; the papers scattered like petals in the wind.

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

“Yes, yes! I saw her. Oh my god, she was covered in blood. It was heartbreaking.” I gave the woman a small, grateful smile, then turned serious again. “I will not accept my ex-fiancé becoming my stepbrother, and I will not accept the woman who ruined my family becoming part of it. And I will not accept fighting a so-called ‘sister’ for a father’s love that was never fair to begin with. So, I'm done.” After saying that, I didn’t wait for anyone’s reaction. I jumped down from the flowerbed and walked away without looking back.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

I said softly. “What? Why?” Because yesterday I found out that Caden, my two-year crush, was going to be my stepbrother, and now I’m living under the same roof with him. He’s arrogant, proud, cold, and definitely hates me. A sigh escaped my lips; I couldn’t possibly tell her that. “Mom wants me to visit her sick aunt tomorrow,” I lied. “Oh… I thought she died last year, or is there another?” Shit. “You’re lying,” she added.”

Cringing to the fact that I have a used, discarded condom lying on the floor in my room and my dearest stepbrother seemed unfazed by it, I felt the urge to punch his face until his lips can't form that infamous smirk he usually carried around. I stared at him through the doorway, utterly horrified. "You don't even know her name?" He stretched his arms over his head, his muscles shifting effortlessly under the light, and shrugged. "I mix things up sometimes." "You are an absolute pig," I whispered, turning my attention back to the phone screen before my dad could notice the delay. I hurried into the living room, putting as much distance between myself and the bedroom as humanly possible. "Sor

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.

"It's not like that. I mean... I do have some friends that have stuck by me. But... since your stepbrother started picking on me... most of them abandoned ship, you know?" Jenna nodded. She'd been a victim of bullying in primary school. She knew what it was like to be abandoned. "I'm so sorry he did that to you," Jenna said, suddenly becoming enraged at her evil stepbrother. How could he do something so cruel? "You have no need to be sorry!" Jacob cried, shocking her to a halt. He grabbed her by the shoulders. "Do you know how many people have stood up to him to defend me?" Jenna shook her head in the negative.