Sexting My Brother Novels & Stories

She told me " What? Are you sure mom?" " Yes, I am. Be quick please." " Yeah, I'll call him." I called my brother but he didn't answer me like always. I took my keys, ran to my car, and raced to his warehouse. I prefer to get killed by my brother than letting my brother get killed I walked into the warehouse, I met Dexter " Peter, your brother is not here, he left an hour ago." He said " What?" I freaked out

I slowly pushed the door open and peeked in through the small opening. I nearly fainted when I spotted my brother, Riley fucking an unconscious teenager, saying romantic words to her while he fucked her. I don’t know if I should confront him or not, I have no idea what I should do about this secret that I just stumbled upon. How do I tell anyone that my brother is a damn necrophiliac?

But despite all of that, how undeniably amazing it had been, a nagging sense of worry filled me. "What did we just do?" My brother gave me a confused look. "Had crazy hot sex. Obviously." "No shit, but... we're related." I didn't mind at this point, but I needed to make sure he was fully onboard with it. "Grace..." His eyes flickered away before returning to mine. "I've been masturbating while thinking of you for just about a year now." I blinked, completely caught off guard. "Seriously?"

I accepted it and excused myself but of course, i showed it first to him that it was just Sydney trying to connect with me. "Syd! What's up?" I beamed at the screen. "Goshness! You wouldn't believe this!" She was freaking out, eyes were wide but not exactly in horror. "Why? What is it?" Thrilled, i asked. "Your idiot brother is fucking pursuing me with flowers and chocolates deliver to my house almost everyday!" She said quickly, screaming and my jaw just dropped off.

I asked suspiciously, to which both Sarah and Alex nodded. “My brother was sent there for two months a couple years ago, when he did something stupid.” Sarah shook her head in disappointment. “He tried to sell our pain meds to some junkies down the street to get extra cash and got caught in the process. It’s pretty much like a military school. They train you to be disciplined soldiers and that training is gruesome.”

He whined like a five-year-old, he was thirteen years old, and he was devastated at the news that his X-men boxers have gone missing. Not that his sister is now living in another territory and that he was ringing to tell me he was missing me. "Yeah, love and miss you too Maxwell." I replied, before pushing my phone back into my pocket and looking toward Bryan, who looked down at me with a frown. "That was my younger brother," I confirmed not that he had asked. He smirked, "I know, I wouldn't let you speak to another male like that if they weren't family." I smirked back, wanting to see how far I could tease him.

"If I hear one more detail, I'm going to throw up." Because yeah, it's bad enough knowing they're sleeping together. I don't need the highlight reel too. That is still my brother, for fuck's sake. Chelsea grins wickedly. "Oh, right, I forgot—we can't talk about this in front of you. Fine. Let's talk about your sex life with your men instead." "Please. We barely have time for that with all these kids," I shoot back, rolling my eyes. Hence the vasectomies.

I sit up slowly. Samuel Thomas. Michael’s younger brother. The black sheep. The one who walked out of this family three years ago after a fight so ugly it left scorch marks on everything, walked straight out the front door of this penthouse into a December night without his coat and got on a plane to Paris and did not look back.

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

He was finally here in my arms. "I lost her," he cried against my shoulder. "I can't find Kylie." His voice was small and scared and so strangely familiar even though I had never heard it before. “Who's Kylie?” I asked like I didn't already know. “My sister. I need to find my sister.” "It's okay," I whispered, running my hand over his dark hair. "We'll find her. I promise." He pulled back slightly to look at me, his face still wet with tears.