Seducing My Brother Novels & Stories

I said and we both left "You brother is cool" she said "Yea he is" I replied, I never noticed before, "Can I ask you something" she said, I just shrugged "can you help me and make your brother mine" she said and my foot got stuck to the ground. "What do you mean" I asked, she came forward "I think am in love with your brother, I want to date him" she said, I have a lot of girls said that, but with Martha that never fawn over any guy, this is a big thing, it means she is serious

"These last three years have been torture." I dropped the bandage I was holding. "So?" "So, I'm asking you, if you'd give me a chance..." "A chance?" I burst out laughing, a sound that made him flinch. "Marco Blackwood, are you joking?" He stared at me, stunned. "You've loved me from day one?" I stood up, looking down at him. "Then tell me, if you loved me so much, why did you stand by and watch your brother play me for a fool?"

“I thought my brother had better taste in hospitality. What are you doing chained in his bedroom? And why did he storm out of here like the devil was after him?” I looked him over, gauging my body’s reaction to if I flipped him over and fucked him to get rid of this high. “You’ll do just fine,” I murmured in a low voice. “Really?” An eyebrow shot up in surprise. “I could have sworn the two of you were oozing so much chemistry at the ball.” I forced a lazy smile even though my pussy was still clenching around nothing. “Your brother is a complicated man. He likes to play with his food before he eats it. Apparently, he changed his mind mid-meal. Hopefully, you’re not like that.”

He holds my wrists in one hand and tugs down his waistband with the other, and it’s so tempting to close my eyes and pretend I want this. Pretend I’m the dirty girl he always said I was. But I can’t. I’m Brian and Cain’s girl now, and only theirs. I only want to be theirs. I get one chance to strike and I strike hard, shunting my knee up full force into his crotch. It works. He rolls to the side with his hand over his dick, cursing at me as he flaps around like a fucking fish. “I’m your brother,” he wheezes.

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."

The brothers I loved turned out to love me just as much as I did them. “Was that why you wanked your cocks, thinking I wasn't looking?” I teased, and Mike's face turned ashen white. “You knew!” Miles breathed, while I chuckled. God, I had forgotten how fun it was to tease my brothers. “Yes. That was my plan. To seduce you guys. I wanted to make you mine.” “We are already yours, baby girl.” Mitch leaned close and kissed my forehead. “You don't have to bother seducing us. We have always been captivated by you. You enchanted us.” Mike raised my hands and lay a kiss on my knuckle.

“I can see your dilemma. Again, consider my suggestion. I am here but a day or two and the behavior my brother are displaying are mean and unfriendly. I am of the opinion you both could use a good time in bed. It would solve all your problems.” “I should seriously get angry with you, TheoFista but for the life of me I just can’t. Do you know by the time I actually meet your brother I would be so embarrassed because of all the nonsense you have planted in my mind. Drop the subject, will you.” “Before I do I want to offer just a little bit of more information? I am convinced if you two get together there won’t be any sexual frustrating problems anymore. Seduce him into sexual escapes laden wit

Settled into something manageable and quiet, the emotional equivalent of an old scar that had long since stopped being tender. I had been twenty-three when I first understood, with the particular unwelcome clarity of something you can't un-know, that what I felt for my best friend's brother was not the mild, easily-catalogued fondness of family-adjacent affection. I had been standing in the Calloways' back garden at Jade's birthday party, fairy lights strung between the trees, and Marcus had been standing close enough that I could have counted his eyelashes, and he'd said something low and private that made me laugh, and I'd looked up and found him already looking at me, and the moment had s

he says, the authority returning to his voice. "No." His brows draw together. "What?" "No." I prop myself closer until my nipples brush his face—once. "What are you doing!?" he thunders. I pull away, falling flat on my feet. "Seducing my husband's brother."

​Look what you’ve done, Jane, a panicked voice whispered in my head. ​I shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be doing this. I knew it. He was Benjamin. My older brother's best friend. For years, he was the quiet, protective man who treated me like a fragile doll. But for the last two weeks, I had been playing a dangerous game. Lingering touches, late-night kitchen meetings, and long looks—I was desperate to break his perfect self-control. ​Last night, I finally did it. I broke his restraint, and the rush of winning was amazing.