My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

"Come on in, kiddo. Lucas is out back setting up the grill." Lucas. My stepbrother. The word still feels weird in my head, like borrowed clothes that don't quite fit. I met him once at the wedding, quick handshake across a crowded room, but he was gone the next day for some work thing. Now he's here for the long weekend, apparently.

She raised one eyebrow, waiting. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward. “Enzo is my stepbrother. My mom married his dad a few weeks ago. It all happened really fast. One night I met this guy at a club, we… hooked up, and the next morning I found out he was going to be my new stepbrother. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. It felt too messy.” Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly, but she stayed quiet, letting me continue.

My stepbrother loved me in a platonic way, not romantically, and a word from me might have cost me a brother's love and a lover's caress. I had found out years ago that what I felt for my stepbrother was more than the love siblings shared; it was much more than that. My stepbrother was the one who had raised me, although we were kids, and he was only a year older than me. My parents were always busy travelling around the world, from one business trip to another.

He can’t go pushing away everyone good in my life. “Is this friend harmful?” he asks curiously. “No, he’s just a simple guy focusing on his studies. He’s the only friend I’ve ever had,” I mumble, embarrassed, though it doesn’t seem to surprise him. “But why would your stepbrother do that?” Somehow, I feel better sharing it with someone for the first time, even though I barely know this person. I must be extremely angry. “Caden’s my stepbrother, and he’s been cruel to me since our parents met.”

"How to touch yourself. How to suck cock. How to ride. How to make a man lose his fucking mind. And most importantly — how to come so hard you forget your own name." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "But you're my stepbrother." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "And?" He raises an eyebrow. "We're not related by blood. Our parents have been married for three years and we've barely spoken ten words to each other. The only thing between us is a piece of paper." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He's right. I know he's right. But still— _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“Then we’re going to practice again. And I want every single scream.” Outside, the morning continued bright and ordinary. Inside the locked room, her stepbrother held her while the evidence of how thoroughly he had just taught her soaked into the mattress, already planning how many more times he was going to make her lose control before the weekend finally ended.

I made my point. "Well, let's try this, say this wedding isn't your mom's wedding or his dad's wedding. There's no stepbrother and stepsister and all that stuff. Will you go back and find him?" I had never thought of this before. What if we weren't stepbrother and stepsister? Would I give us a real chance? For the longest time, I didn't say anything, but probably the word 'yes' was written all over my face. "I see," Gabe said, reading my expression.

“Hot enough for a fling?” “How old is he?” Taylor asks instead. She’s more logical than the two wild urchins I have as my best friends. I shrug. “Is he hot enough for a fling?” There goes the logic. We resume the walk to my class. “I’m not having a fling with my brother.” “Stepbrother,” Rose corrects. “Yeah,” Taylor adds. “You can have a fling with your stepbrother since you’re basically not related. Think of it as two familiar strangers having fun.”

With that, he abruptly ended the call. Everything about the way he spoke grated on my nerves. Oh, how I wished I could magically get my hands on him and tear him apart. Alfred was my stepbrother, and he had always been the black sheep of the family. Our father had dealt with him on several occasions before his passing. After his demise, we discovered that he had left all his possessions to me.

Chapter Three : Stepbrother’s Denial Veronica’s pov That voice . Wait, his name is Bruno ? The handsome man who treated my burnt arm is my step brother? No way . “ Yes we have, “ I said with displeasure. He can’t be my stepbrother, not when I’m attracted to him . Gosh why . I haven’t really felt any form of attraction towards a man apart from Daniel . Bruno I repeated the name . He has a good name. I wonder what it means .