Novel & Cerita Puck Me Stepbrother

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

I twitched my lips, as he was still twisting my wrist, my belly arched forward. He turned around, and pinched on my chin. “About your step brother.” His finger slipped through my locks, a flicker of confusion crossed through my eyes. I pushed him back, “what are you talking about? A step brother?” I assumed that it must be his new plan to trap me in the net of lies. I never had any siblings. That’s the reality. “Honey, your own step brother. I don’t get why you are hiding his identity from me. I meant to cause no harm to him.” The smirk on his face was suggesting otherwise.

He groaned, jaw clenched, clearly fighting for control. “Soon, little sis,” he promised, pulling out completely. “Very soon. But tonight, you’re going to sleep with my fingers inside you again… and dream about the day your stepbrother finally claims this pussy for good.” He pushed two fingers back inside me, holding them there as he kissed me slow and deep. The guilt was crushing. He was my stepbrother. Our parents could come home any minute. But as I lay there with his fingers buried inside me, one thing was terrifyingly clear:

I feel like I could jump through the window if I weren’t on the fourth floor. I can’t control the nervous act of chewing my inner cheek and tugging on the hem of my shirt. “You’re sick,” I croak, looking away from his blazing eyes filled with satisfaction. “Don’t you think it’s a little too absurd for someone as sick as you to insinuate that? You don’t fucking take advantage of your drunk stepbrother, Mad.” He keeps emphasizing the word stepbrother like we really share the same blood. “Stepbrother,” I retort.

He probably forgot because there's no way he'd just sleep with me if judging by what he has right now, he can get any girl he wants. "I didn't expect that we would meet again under these circumstances." Wow, how could he said that so casually? It's fine if he thinks it's just a one-night stand, but doesn't he feel awkward because we're about to become family? "I hope you don't say anything to our parents about what we did last night. Let's pretend that nothing ever happened between us. So let's forget the past and in the future we'll be a harmonious family, me as your stepsister and you as my stepbrother."

“That’s my good little slut. Say it again. Tell him whose pussy this is.” “Yours,” I gasped, voice breaking as he added a third finger, stretching me wider. The burn was perfect, the pressure almost too much. “It’s my stepbrother’s pussy. Always has been.” Preston groaned loud, the rhythmic slap of his fist on his cock speeding up. I could see him from the corner of my eye—pants shoved down, long thick shaft flushed dark, precum beading at the tip and dripping down over his knuckles. “Fuck yes. Look at her face when she says that. She’s creaming all over your fingers just from calling you stepbrother. Bend her over and fuck her already, dude. I want to see that tight hole take every inch.”

Lucas asks, jaw tight. I shove my phone in my pocket and rub my temple, preparing myself for the avalanche of emotions I'm about to witness. “That was my stepbrother. Our stepbrother. Mom remarried.” His face goes pale, and I feel my lips curl. That's right, Lucas. You're not the only one who's moving on.

Becca's POV What the hell? Sister. My pulse slammed against my ribs. The hallway suddenly felt too narrow, the air too thin. This was him. The stepson. The one who hadn’t bothered to show up until today. The one who was now legally my stepbrother. And I had just watched him fuck a stranger against a wall. At our parents’ wedding reception. My mouth opened. Nothing came out.

I really wanted to hit my past self who once misunderstood this baby angel puppy as trash like William, an obsessive crazy seme. I wrapped the blanket around the little guy who climbed on top of me. “Gabriel, don’t get sick.” “I won’t get sick.” “I’m scared when you’re sick.” “Yeah. Sorry. I’ll be careful so this never happens again.” “Promise.” “Promise.” Like that, I linked pinkies with my younger brother. A moment later, when I tried to pull my finger back, Samuel had no intention of letting go. In the end, we chatted with our fingers interlocked until my finger felt numb. I lost again today to my younger brother’s cute stubbornness.

“So you're sitting on your ass waiting for a man that cheats to attend to your sexual needs, then?” My heart twitches at the question, and Knight comes to my mind for some reason. “Actually, Piper…there's someone else I really want to fuck.” She looks really excited as she waits for me to continue, spoon hanging midair. I want to tell her so bad, but how does she take it when I tell her it's my stepbrother who I want to fuck so bad it's left me with the kind of ache that only comes with dengue fever? So I just say… “It’s complicated.”