My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

After a few seconds, we broke from the hug, and Jackson let out a sigh as he stared at me. “Are you okay?” He asked me, looking at my pale face. “I’m fine bro.” My voice sounded low, “I’m just worried.” “Thea told me she's your mate… and our…” He paused, placing his hand on my shoulder, “Should I say, step-sister?” I nodded my head a little in affirmation. “I’m so sorry man, for what Mum and Dad did to her,” Jack spoke with his face etched with sadness. “Don't be,” I spoke, furrowing my brow in anger as he mentioned them.

"Remember the letter I asked you to give to your brother?" I quickly corrected her, "He's actually not my brother anymore. He's my ex-stepbrother, thank you very much. Our parents aren't together, and I don't even live there anymore, so hence, he's not my sibling or whatever you call it." "Sure, sure. He used to be, anyway," she said, and I let out a deep sigh.

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick The silence in the grand, unfamiliar house was a living thing, vast and echoing. My new parents, so kind and overwhelmingly cheerful in their efforts to make me feel at home, had left abruptly for an emergency business trip, leaving me alone with him. My stepbrother, Liam. We hadn't really talked since I arrived a week ago. He was older, maybe twenty-one, with a quiet intensity that was both intimidating and strangely captivating. His presence just loomed, even when he wasn't around, a constant, heavy weight in the air.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

He leaned back casually in his chair, like this wasn’t the cruelest twist of fate I’d ever been handed. “Yes,” Mom said, squeezing the man beside her—Richard, apparently. “This is Caleb.” She gestured to him like she hadn’t just handed me a death sentence. “Your new stepbrother.” The room spun. My breath stuttered. My chest locked tight around the secret clawing at my throat. Stepbrother. The stranger I let touch every inch of me. The man whose fingers I begged for. The one I let inside me without knowing who he was. That man was now family.

I nod stiffly at both of them, not trusting myself to speak without saying something stupid or revealing too much about what I've been thinking. Behind me, I hear Bryson explaining quietly, his voice carrying just enough that I can make out the words. "That's Julian. My stepbrother." The word hits wrong, landing heavily in my chest. Stepbrother. Like we're actually family, like there's some legitimate bond between us that matters. Like our parents' marriage means something more than just two people being forced to exist in the same space. For a second I want to stop and correct her. We're not really brothers. Our parents got married, that's it. We don't have a

“Your sister, I mean. Or is she just quiet around me? Is it awkward for her? Suddenly getting a stepbrother?” “She should be used to it,” his tone was sarcastic and I immediately raised my brows in response. “I mean, it’s not like you’re going to be her first step brother. We’re also step-siblings.” “Oh,” that was news to me. “I didn’t know that.” “Isn’t it obvious?” he chuckled. “We barely get along.” “Why?”

He eyed me. "I spread out my clothes for your Killian. The floor is too cold for him, even though we are not together anymore that doesn't mean that I shouldn't care for..." I swallowed my words back before finishing. "doesn't mean that I shouldn't care for my step brother" Oh God! I hope this doesn't end up as my situation in real life. Imagine upgrading from Killian’s wife to his step-brother? That word "step-brother" never crossed my mind.

With a lot more people, I didn’t feel like I was being watched by anyone, and I felt okay to have a conversation while we still moved together. “Let’s say I have had twenty-four years of experience at being one,” he said with a wink, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, it was settled now. I had two stepbrothers. One Angel and one Devil.