My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Both the brothers were staring at him. Their looks were burning holes through my body and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me, I want to use the.....”, “We are done with eating, you going to use the one at home”, My mouth dropped open when I turned to the one who cut me off in mid sentence. ALEXANDER! I glared at him with anger fuelling in my body. “There is a washroom at our home, STEP SISTER” , He emphasised the word step sister with a smirk on his face. “Huh”, I became speechless.

That’s when I looked up, and when I did, my handbag literally dropped from my hand with shock. "Mr. Stranger," words escaped my mouth. And as if he heard—even though it was just a whisper—he looked toward me. I could see him shocked too, but he covered it and looked away. This makes sense why the groom looked like him. Mr. Stranger is my step-dad’s brother. See, I told you life is such a bitch with me. Yes, Mr. Stranger turned out to be my step-dad’s brother. I could tell it. The man moving right behind my step-dad was Mr. Stranger.

A man soon approached and leaned against the counter beside me. “Hey beautiful… Long time no see.” I creased my brows and tried to recall his face. “Victor,” he said with a sleazy grin. Lisa’s brother. “Oh… hello,” I replied politely, forcing a small nod. “Your stepbrother and my sister are getting married. Now we’re becoming family too,” he said, his smile turning strangely intimate and unsettling. “I must say… it’s going to be interesting.” “Yeah… That’s so,” I replied quietly, keeping my voice low and uninterested.

I took a deep breath, checking my cherry gloss one last time in the rearview mirror. ​"Stepbrother," I whispered, the word feeling illicit on my tongue. "He’s just my stepbrother." ​But stepbrothers didn't usually look at you like they wanted to take a paddle to your skin, and they certainly didn't haunt your dreams until you woke up breathless.

The man I had just spent the night with. The same freaking Lorenzo who had fuck me senselessly I could still feel him is my mom's step son…. My stepbrother? A smirk on his face as he offered me a handshake. “I'm sure we will get along just fine, if not more than fine”.

He gestures vaguely. “What’s happening to you?” I ask, not liking that I’m seeing him this vulnerable. Allister has never been this vulnerable, ever. He always has his shit together. Always a step ahead of everyone, and knows what to expect from situations and what not. So, he’s always emotionally ready to deal. I watch him shake his head. “It’s a lot for me. I could take anything, but not this one.” “What?” “I don’t even know where to start.” He looks at me and chuckles. “I have a fucking stepbrother,” he breathes out, almost like it burns his tongue to say the words.

he said turning round to the wardrobe checking which outfit to wear,l paused my mind flooding with forgotten memories,stepbrother l now have a brother,l felt a spark of happiness in me but unsure of it,l have been craving to have a brother or sister when l was home but didn't get as my mom only gave birth to me,back then l always felt lonely and sad each time mom and dad goes to work as l had no brother or sister to play withl always wished l would have one someday but never thought that will only be after my mom's death,now here is one standing right in front of me,not just an ordinary one but a handsome one at that, he's every girls dream,l smiled admiring his sexy body as he was busy che

His face remains stoic, emotionless, as if he is merely attending another routine gathering rather than witnessing the awakening of his own son. Beside him stand two people who matter far more to me. My grandfather. And my stepbrother. When my eyes meet theirs, both offer small, reassuring smiles. My lips tilt upward slightly when I look at my stepbrother. Technically, he is my stepbrother. But in truth, he has always been far more than that. More like a father figure. More like the man I looked up to when I was growing up. He is everything someone could possibly want in a man.

I stared at my hands for a long time before I spoke. “I need to tell you something,” I said. “And I need you to let me get through all of it before you say anything.” “Okay.” I dragged in a breath and started. “The bad breakup I told you about… it wasn’t just one person. There were four of them. I met the first one at a club. We spent one night together. The next morning I found out he was about to become my stepbrother. Things got complicated very fast. His three best friends were always around. I ended up involved with all of them. It was intense and messy and for a while it felt like the only place I belonged. Then it ended. Badly. One of them told me I was

“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…”