My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her

One second Two Three And then it registered. James Saint has a son and will become my stepbrother soon. Mom has mentioned him once or twice but I never did pay attention. She said he's about my age. Why do I keep forgetting details like this? I have a Stepbrother. It's weird for me to take in at first. As an only child I've always fantasized what it'll be like to have siblings. I've never been more nervous in my life than I am currently. First, Mom and James are finally engaged and I'll be meeting him. Am I ready for a new stepdad? Maybe. A new stepbrother? Nope.

Adrian, being all unintentionally charming, had turned our simple tutoring into a chaotic mess. My brain was doing backflips trying to figure out why he had to complicate things. It's just a movie, right? But then I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was more than that. It felt like a puzzle with missing pieces, and I wasn't sure if I even wanted to solve it. I mean, he's my stepbrother now, and we're supposed to be all cool with each other. But there's this weird feeling, like maybe he doesn't get how families work.

It seemed like it was my fault that I was his mate and I should be guilty about it because I was his stepsister. “I’m not running away. I don’t have to explain myself to you because we are done.” “You’re throwing away our bond because you have your stepbrother? Sunny. Your pack will talk about you two if you push the bond. You're his step-siblings. They will bash you. I don’t want you to be mocked because of that. If you choose me, no one will say mean things about us. Do not choose your stepbrother,” he said, no longer suggesting, but ordering me.

I just find him amusing that he believed what I said. That wasn't so hard after all. While eating, the vanilla-like fragrance is lingering in my nose. It must've been from his sweatshirt that he absolutely looks so hot wearing. Wait, what? "By the way, Eve." I just waited for him to continue talking. "Tomorrow is my step-brother's thirtieth birthday. I want to invite you. Will you come?" I finished eating the fried chicken on my plate before speaking. "You have a step-brother?" I am surprised, but I don't sound surprised at all. He nodded at me, "Yeah, we're step-brothers because we have the same father." How come I didn't know that? They have the same father, so it means that they have diff

She was so bubbly and sweet—the kind of energy that I loved. “You came in with the twins. Are you dating one of them?” She raised a brow, as if she didn’t just ask a very crazy question. “Are you always this blunt?” I chuckled nervously, sipping on my water. “Sorry, it’s been the whole buzz of this morning.” She giggled, shaking her head. “No…not dating. They’re my stepbrothers.” “Oohh!” She clapped her hand in excitement. “Fun!” I snorted, “Oh, I wish.”

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What? How does that affect all of this mess? We would have just had a normal step-sibling relationship and life would have been so much easier.” “That’s where you get it wrong, Rosalie. We could have never had a normal step-sibling relationship. That was never going to happen.” “Why?” “Why? Are you kidding me now, Rosalie? What kind of stepbrother wants to see his stepsister cum? Huh? What kind of stepbrother strokes his dick in the shower imagining his stepsister choke on his cock?”

ROSE'S POV "Step-uncle." He corrects me. "Corey's my step brother. His mother already had him before she married my father, we were brought up like cousins. The title of family was just mere formality." He starts unbuttoning his shirt revealing toned muscles that shows years of devotion to the gym. "The shirt is damp and uncomfortable, mind if I get rid of it?"

Or maybe I was exaggerating. But I had no idea the man I called my stepbrother would be so angry about it. He wasn’t just mad that I came to his office—he was furious that I introduced myself as his stepsister. And he made that very clear within seconds of me entering. “I’m your stepbrother? Why the fuck would you tell anyone I’m related to a bastard?” he yelled, throwing a paperweight in my direction. It barely missed me but left a huge dent in the wall.

“Then, if our parents weren’t married, you’d want to be with me? Be honest.” “Of course I would.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I hated how true they were. Silas was perfect in so many ways, and I knew he truly cared about me. If we had been anything but step-siblings, I would have wanted to pursue a relationship with him. But unfortunately, we were family. I wasn’t exactly a huge fan of incest, despite… well, despite the fact that I had just let my stepbrother eat me out.