Seducing Brother Novels & Stories

“You think you’re so clean in all this? You broke her down for months. You made her feel small. And then when she finally crawled out, you act shocked she reached for the first person who didn’t look at her like she was replaceable.” His jaw clenched. “You don’t get to psychoanalyze my relationship.” “Then don’t pretend this is about morality,” I fired back. “You’re pissed because she chose me.” “She didn’t choose you,” he said viciously. “You fucking seduced her, like everyone else. And when she fell for you, you let her.” I laughed, bitter. “So what? I should’ve shoved her away because she used to be yours?” “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Because I’m your brother.”

“You disappear for weeks sometimes, and I never say a word.” Damon’s expression twisted into something cruel. He laughed—low and menacing—as he took slow, deliberate steps toward her. Each step pushed her further back, cornering her like prey. “And so you turned to my brother? Decided to seduce him just to get some attention?” His voice cracked with venom. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” Alessia cried out, breath hitching. “Don’t pretend,” he snapped. “My brother said you tried to seduce him. My sister caught you.”

How much she wanted to smack him repeatedly across his face until it was bleeding and grotesque. He lifted a finger and trailed the fine lines of her delicate feminine jaw. Her insides turned with vomít. She shut her eyes, fighting for control. He assumed she reacted to his touch. “You are a very beautiful woman, Ashley. I don't know what you're doing with my wímp of a brother.” His eyes trail her features and they darkened with lust. “You only deserve a real man by your side… A real man such as myself… If my brother hadn't met you first… We could have made a great pair.” He smiled seductively to buttress his point.

"Finger your sister and make her cum." * * * Danielle Sellers My brother's fingers were cupping my pussy. I had wanted this for so long, but I had been too scared to say it. Now... it was happening. At Ms. Franchella's deviant command, my brother rubbed his fingers up and down my pussy slit. "Mmm, turn your head and kiss your brother," Ms. Franchella purred. "Okay," I whispered and turned my head, my brother's hard dick twitching beneath my butt. He was the only boy that measured up. Our lips came closer. My brother kissed me.

The youngest brother spoke to his eldest. The older one grinned and nodded toward the Seringue binding her arm. “She is ours now.” “I’m next.” The younger brother touched his aching arousal. Desperate to enter the woman he’d yearned to fill for so long. He took a step toward the stone pallet but his older brother put a palm to his chest to hold him back. “You’ll have your turn…” The middle brother was even more ferocious than the eldest. Putting his weight on his palms in a push up so he could shove deeper into her warm heat.

I had no idea my brother was so kinky. "You want my ass too, brother?" His finger poking in. "Not this time, but yes, I want to fuck my sister's ass." Our second fuck was slow. Kyle caressed every inch of my blah body, sucking my fingers and toes, nibbling my ear. I lay there and savored the sensations. After he took me to the edge a few times he moved over me. "May I enter you?" Such a romantic, "Please, my brother. Put your hard cock in my vagina, I need to cum."

“Actually, you know girls these days. They think, as long as you get to cling to someone rich, their future will be secured. But my brother despises these types of girls.” “But I don’t have any experience,” I said worriedly “That doesn’t matter. You will learn. As long as you don’t try seducing him, he will not fire you. You can learn slowly.” She said with a smile. I look at her offended, “You think I am some kind of slut, who will flirt with any boy?” “No, I didn’t say that don’t feel offended. I was just joking. But my brother is so hot the girl can’t resist his charm. You know this is the third time in a month that he fired his secretary.” She said with a sigh.

"You need to get close to him, Ava. Truly close. You have to get inside his head. You are a master of seduction—use that. You can do it." Ava let out a bitter, hollow laugh, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling. "Master of seduction, you say? Is that what I am now? A lure on a hook?" "Yes, Ava," the man’s voice sharpened, the warmth replaced by a hard, driving edge. "We need to get to the bottom of this. Never forget why we are doing this. That man ruined your life. Your brother is dead because of him. He is the reason your world collapsed. Play him. Seduce him. Make him fall so deeply in love with you that he hands you the keys to his kingdom without a second thought."

But by the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to resist. Let me ask you this: Have you ever seduced someone and then, once you knew they were good and turned on, you left it alone? Or did you find yourself aroused by their reaction? Yeah. Well, I'm human. Fucking sue me! So, I seduced my brother (not on purpose!) and once he was all hot for me, I couldn't help but feel a simmering sizzle between my legs in response. (In my entire body, truthfully.) And when you put two attractive teenagers together and turn the arousal factor to a hundred, you know what you get? Sex.

“Because I need you to do something for me.” He blinked his eyes. “What is it?” I leaned closer to him. “I want you to seduce my brother.”