روايات وقصص ضمن My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret

“Oops, I forgot what you do best is chase after men that gives zero fucks about you. Wannabe queen bee.” “Oou…” someone blew a low whistle behind us, and her face flushed. “How dare you?!” She lurched forward, to slap me when a boy stepped in. “Accept defeat, Sab. She won this round.” “Whatever,” she flipped her hair in the air before storming off dramatically. The boy turned to face me, an amusing smile gracing his lips. “So, you're Asher's stepsister,” he muttered. “Depends on who's asking,” I said, making my way to my locker as he trailed behind me.

Michelle I had always suspected something was off about my little stepbrother, Jake, but I never imagined it would lead to something like this. My mom married his Dad a year ago, but unfortunately—his Dad died a few months ago and he was living with my mom and me. He was the golden boy of the family—tall, athletic, with a smile that could make you cum without being touched. But behind closed doors, there was a darkness in his eyes that fascinated me.

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

“Fucking my stepsister on Mom and Dad’s bed while someone is watching us.” “I love it,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder. Claim me here. Make me yours on their sheets.” He pounded me harder, his thick cock slamming into me with deep, possessive strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of his cum-filled pussy filled the room. “You’re my dirty little stepsister,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Taking your stepbrother’s cock on your parents’ bed like a good slut.” “Yes! I’m your slut. Fuck me. Fill me again.”

I closed my eyes. I shouldn't be here. The thought thrums through me like a second heartbeat as I stood at the doorway of his bedroom, watching the rise and fall of his chest beneath the thin cotton shirt. Dorothy my stepbrother lies sprawled across his bed, eyes open but unfocused, staring at the ceiling as if the answers to some cosmic question are written there. He blinks slowly. Then his head turns toward me, and a lazy smile spreads across his lips. "Clara," he breathes, and my stomach clenches with a mixture of relief and devastation.

He questioned how he failed to recognize it sooner. Why hadn't he realized that he wasn't a blasted idiot? He was disgusted by the fact that it had required a vengeful lady, whom he had hardly even dated, to get his attention. A man ought to have a thorough understanding of his own son. Perhaps it was because the idea of a brother and sister having a child was so unbelievable. No, he snorted inwardly: a stepsister and stepsbrother. If only everyone in the world besides him and her would keep that in mind.

Chelsea I knew I would go crazy if I had to spend another day in the same house with my step brother who went around the house with his denim pants riding low on his hips. He was good looking and he carried himself with the air of one who was good looking and knew it. He was arrogant too. He had looked in my eyes and had concluded that I desired him. It was one of the most daring things I had ever had a man do to me. But I knew I was not damned because he was hot. I was damned because he knew now that I wanted him desperately.

I asked to make sure, "You're in control of Surabaya. You must know the ins and outs of prostitution in Saltyville." “It already belongs to someone else,” Uncle Brody replied. "What about my mother's brother and sister?" I asked. "Mother never told me she had a brother." “I would love to answer that,” replied Uncle Brody. "But I have more important business now." I'm still curious. I don't know, I suddenly feel excited to explore my family's secrets. It was as if Uncle Brody had just opened up new knowledge of the traces of the past.

"We are step-siblings, you know. We... this is wrong..." "Shh, stop talking." "I..." "Don’t be afraid. I will take real good care of you." That wasn’t what I meant, though. I couldn’t see him, but with the way he licked the skin of my neck like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, I knew that he was far gone now, and so was I. God, this was not how I thought the day would go. I was in a public restroom, with my stepbrother stripping my clothes and rubbing against me.

the one who had just caught me drawled, his smirk widening as his gaze flicked back to me. My stomach twisted. I spun around, desperate to explain to Nikon, to lie, to escape—but the moment my eyes landed on who the other stepbrother inside the room with Nikon was, the words died in my throat. I froze. No. The stepbrother I hadn’t met yet—-was him. The man whose posters I hid under my bed. My secret, impossible, untouchable crush. And if anyone found out? I’d be punished. But that wasn’t even the worst part.