Sexting My Brother Novels & Stories

My voice cracked, my throat raw from all the crying. Liam inhaled deeply, his fists clenched. “The truth is, Trey is my stepbrother. We share the same father.” His voice was quiet but heavy, as if he didn’t want to talk about it. “Because of his mother, my parents separated, and we were kicked out.” I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands covering my mouth as his words hit me.

His number had barely rung once when he answered, almost like he’d been waiting for me. “Emily,” he said, his tone calm, too calm. Calculated. I didn’t give him a chance to speak further. “Can you explain the madness you just constituted online?” I snapped, my voice raised and thick with anger. There was a brief pause on his end. Then I heard him chuckle softly. “Woo… are you angry at me? Did your new boyfriend see the message? My dear brother Ethan?” he asked, the satisfaction in his voice evident. That tone, it made my skin crawl.

“He sets all these rules and it turns me on. The way he watches me, tells me what to do, grabs me like he owns me. I touch myself thinking about his cock stretching my pussy every single night.” My brother looked disgusted but I couldn’t stop the words. My body was on fire, thighs trembling as wetness soaked through my panties. Jax’s fingers dug into my hip harder, like he was holding back from bending me over right there. “You’re crossing every line,” my brother snapped, voice rising. “She’s family, Jax. My little sister. And you’re fifteen years older, running your club, acting like you can just take what you want.”

“Then you don't need to ask how I could marry Axel. Our relationship is over. Let’s just mind our own business. You have a wife now, don't you? Why bother coming to my house and asking questions that are no longer your right to ask?” “He is my brother, Adeline!” Julian’s voice rose. “Are you insane? The mirror in your room is large enough—take a good look at yourself. You aren't worthy... you’re a wild woman who frequented clubs and drank, and yet you want to stand beside my brother?” Adeline offered a bitter smile, though her heart ached being reminded of her troubled past.

I ignore the warning in my head and continue scrolling through the list of names until I see it. The last name I want anything to do with. Jason. My stomach knots. I unblock his contact. 'Someone has our sextape. I hope you have nothing to do with it.' I hit send. Three dots appear instantly. The bastard is online. 'What? His reply comes in. How?' I type back. 'I don't know. I should be asking you that.' Send. 'There is no way I would be foolish enough to let that video leak. Do you want my dad to kill me? Someone must have hacked my phone.'

She wasn't lying. Wow… what a small world. Norris had slept with my friend, and now I was trying to get his brother drunk.

It was really annoying if I was going to be truthful. "I wanted to see you regarding the latest issues. I know that I'm probably the last person you ever want to set your eyes on but, I just can't help but to see the damage done and try to correct it. If that's not too much." He winked, sipping his wine from his glass. I folded my arms, watching various girls stroll past us but my eyes didn't even wander to any. "I don't know what happened. I just wanted to pop in and see my long lost brother." He laughed even though I found nothing funny with his statement.

Jen chimes in just as I was putting my phone down. “You’re not sexting your boyfriend, are you? Because James has been texting me non-stop the entire night. What should we text our guys so they could leave us alone for the night but gives them something to think about?” Brianna asks. “I wouldn’t say I was sexting, but I was teasing. He asked what we were doing for the rest of the night, and I might have teased him by saying we’re all in our bra and panties watching shirtless sexy men, where he replied saying Jen you better have more on than your bra and panties.” We all laugh at that as Jen mumbles under her breath “That fucking dick,” “But with your last question that’s not a bad idea maybe

No confession, nothing. "Why don't you check his messages, sist? I can see... Your fingers are itching to click his contact!" I was snapped out of my flashback thought by the voice of my brother who was driving us to the school. I only focused to look out of my window since I cannot answer him back. Even my brother is his fan! He likes Ethan and his style that he has promised to not let me fall for any other guy but Ethan himself. They have become good friends.