روايات وقصص ضمن My Stepbrothers Dirty Little Secret

Cassian hands pressed on my dress, trying to get me out of it, while Damien hands roamed, teasingly with a claim on my body. Another moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. I wiggled out of my dress. There was no going back… I was going to fuck these men that I hated… my stepbrothers. And the worse part, there was no place I’d rather be!

“Last night should not have happened. We are stepbrothers. If Mom and Dad ever find out…” Jax pulled him closer until their bare chests pressed together. His hand slid down and cupped Riley’s sore ass. Two fingers gently rubbed over the puffy hole, feeling the mess still there. “They will not find out. This is our secret. No one needs to know how much you moaned for your stepbrother’s cock or how hard you came while I filled you.” Riley moaned softly when Jax pushed one finger inside him, stirring the dried cum. His own cock started to get hard again against Jax’s thigh.

For a split second, I thought I saw a flash of pure agony cross his handsome features, but it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual cold mask. "I don't care about you," he said, his deep voice dropping into a harsh, mocking whisper that cut me to the core. "But I care about my family's reputation. If you get involved with a guy like Blackwood, it brings a public scandal to my father's name. And that affects my hockey career. I'm just looking out for my father's reputation. Nothing more. After all, you are now my step sister." Sister. The word felt like a slap in the face. "Is that all I am to you?" I whispered, my heart shattering into tiny pieces. "Just something to protect

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.

We were still the same two people who had always burned too hot for anyone else and refused to be the first to look away. I closed my eyes, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart against my back, the lingering deep ache between my legs, the undeniable truth of what we were now: stepsiblings under the same roof, tangled up in something dirty and hungry and impossible to kill, while the rest of the family slept only a few doors away. My dirty-minded Mafia stepbrother. You’ll be the death of me.

When you discover that your dead mother had married a billionaire in secret, and now have a stepbrother, you realize you already know your new hot stepbrother…. every inch of him. When he discovers you’re pregnant with his baby, the secret binds you together as jealous rivals from his past close in, forcing you to navigate a spicy, sinful high profile relationship… and the discovery of a dark secret he’s been keeping under wraps, making the situation even messier. How deep will you go with this forbidden love, or will you let obstacles ruin everything for good?

"Gautier was my father's estranged half-brother... my uncle." ​Lucas wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against his chest, his presence an unshakeable fortress against the sudden revelation. "Your father didn't just stumble upon corporate corruption five years ago, Chloe. He discovered that his own half-brother was using Vanguard Global to launder illegal arms capital across Asia." ​"And when my dad refused to stay silent... Armand ordered his execution," Chloe said, a freezing, dangerous calm replacing her initial shock. ​She turned to Lucas, her eyes burning with brilliant tactical intelligence and fierce resolve.

He seemed much hotter and really handsome than his dad, and even my faulty eyes could tell. "This should be the last one, boy. Punctuality really matters," Spencer stated, with a smile on his face when his son got so close, but I could sense the sternness and displeasure in his voice. Mother was just smiling. "Dabby, this is Damien. Damien meet your sister Dabby," Spencer continued, and I retreated a bit to look at the daunting stepbrother of mine. The aura was too familiar. Too familiar. My eyes raised up under my glasses to see who it was, and I could feel my head spin in activation to fainting. I wanted to lose my mind or have an attack, so that someone would wake me up and say that it wa

I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward. "Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.

"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.