Puck Me Stepbrother Novels & Stories

he smiled again, those dimples of his appearing on his cheeks. "Well, since you know I'm the persistent type, tell me what happened," I said, my voice laced with concern. Scott took a deep breath before speaking. "I just found out my stepbrother beat up my cousin to the point where she fell into a coma." "What? Wait, you have a stepbrother?" I asked in disbelief. It was weird, but I had always thought he was an only child. Scott chuckled lightly, and his blue eyes fell on me. "Weren't you listening when I told you I’m the illegitimate son of my father?" he asked, and I blinked.

"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 thought of her under me instead of Kylie made me finish faster and harder than I ever had before. I was getting rock hard again. I knew I had to leave before anyone noticed. I grabbed my black leather jacket and put it on. “I’m out. I need to get my wounds fixed,” I said as I walked out, my hands in my pockets, adjusting my pants to hide my hard-on. “Fuck,” I groaned the moment I stepped outside, reaching down to fix myself. This was fucking embarrassing. Getting hard at the thought of your fucking stepsister, you had better control than this, Alec.

I'm just better at not showing it. "Okay," she says finally. Steadying herself. "We're stepsiblings. By paperwork. We are going to be civil and appropriate and completely normal about this." "Completely normal," I repeat. "Don't do that." "Do what?" "Say things back to me like they're funny." "I wasn't." She narrows her eyes slightly. I keep my face straight. She looks away first and I count that as nothing because this is not a competition and I am not twelve years old.

She raised one eyebrow, waiting. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward. “Enzo is my stepbrother. My mom married his dad a few weeks ago. It all happened really fast. One night I met this guy at a club, we… hooked up, and the next morning I found out he was going to be my new stepbrother. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. It felt too messy.” Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly, but she stayed quiet, letting me continue.

I taste so sweet that I might get addicted to tasting myself off my stepbrother's mouth. I have my eyes tightly shut as stepbrother sticks his tongue into my mouth, and lets the pink muscle transfer the sweet taste from my own pussy unto mine. The kiss is filthier than what a first kiss should be but I don't care, not when I feel this good. I want more. My stepbrother pulls back and grabs my pajamas shirt by the top button and pulls on it carelessly, the rough tug makes the buttons pop and I let out a squeak of surprise as my tits are completely exposed for his dark eyes.

He was close enough now that I could smell coffee on his breath, could smell clean sweat on his skin, could see the tiny faint scar of my finger still on his chest when I held it for support while he sucked me last night. I couldn’t speak. Could only stare up at him, my lips parted, and my clit was all over the place. He reached out, hooked one finger under the hem of my crop top, and dragged it up slow, slow enough that the fabric caught on my nipples, making them drag and bounce free before the shirt settled again. His gaze dropped to the wet patch darkening the front of my pale-blue shorts. "I’m not going to fuck you," he said that once again, crystal clear. "Not ever. You’re my stepsiste

"Dona, I told you about this already. Peter will be moving in soon, and he's coming with his son." My hand froze mid-slice, “What?” I gasped. "Wh... Who the FUCK?!" "Language!" She looked over her shoulder like she hadn’t just casually ruined what was left of my good morning. "Who.... in God's name is my stepbrother?" “A nice boy, and he's joining us for breakfast this morning.” My mother waved a flippant hand around. “Since when do I have a stepbrother?” I asked. "You guys aren't even married!"

His cock sprang out, already hard and pulsing, much thicker than Paxton's. The head glistened pink and with pre-cum. It was massive fucking perfection. The right weight in my hands as I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slow from base to tip. Killian went rigid under my touch. "I'm not really your sister," I whispered, voice husky, needy. "We're not related by blood. You're just my stepbrother." He didn't move. Didn't push me away. His cock twitched in my grip, growing harder under my touch. "You don't know what you're doing," he growled, but his voice was strained, heavy..

“He was just being controlling. And he made it very clear today at lunch that we have strict boundaries. He said at work we're strictly boss and assistant, and around our parents, we're just step siblings.” Susan let out a loud, theatrical laugh, tossing her head back against the couch. “Step siblings? Oh, please! Boss and assistant? Ava, do you hear yourself? A man doesn't look at his step sister or his secretary the way Derick Stone looks at you. The guy is practically obsessed!”