Sexy Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Ropes of cum painted my lips, my tongue, my cheeks, hot and thick and endless. He smeared it across my face with the head of his cock. Then he leaned down, licked a stripe through his own mess, and kissed it into my mouth, filthy and possessive. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, covered in him, aching so badly between my legs I could barely think. He tucked himself away, calm as anything, and stood. I reached for him, desperate. He caught my wrist, pinned it to the bed. “Brothers don’t fuck their little sisters, Scarlett,” he said softly, cruelly. “And you just earned yourself a week of this pussy staying empty.”

ZANE I turned on the showers, dousing myself in cold water, my eyes closed shut, head resting against the tiles, willing my rock-hard dick to get the fucking memo and settle the fuck down. My insides felt like hot lava. I couldn’t get it out of my head—the way she looked at me with those stupidly brown eyes. Her little moans. How she felt around my fucking fingers. Fuck. Would she feel that tight when seated pretty on my dick? I parted my eyes suddenly, a low groan of complaint spilling free from my lips. Seriously? Now I just wanted to fuck her! That vile bitch with a ratty attitude? I wanted my dick in her? She’s my fucking step brother—Christ’s sake!

Why did Mr King never showed me his brother when we were in school. When I saw him this morning as soon as I entered the off, he drew my attention. But then, just by looking at him, I knew he was some arrogant dominant freak. There's this feeling that he's not a Dom but he has the aura. That's quite okay for me. I want him to do things to me, something his brother refuse to do. I'm not shocked Liam rejected me quite sometime but it hurt that I liked him. Maybe Mr Sexy can get my mind off his brother.

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!"

"Tired from work or from--" I covered his mouth again while glaring. This man is really hard to talk to. "There's no point in telling them that we had sex. It's just fine because we're strangers when we do it and we're gonna officially become a family in the future." I lied, I said the opposite of my heart. He let go of my hands and locked them behind my body. "Really? Why are you breaking out in cold sweat like you're nervous?" "I'm just--" "Luke, bring Lucy here. You have to be nice to her since she's going to be your sister."

I came all over my fingers to the thought of I gasped silently looking down at myself as I teased and toyed wickedly at the tiny bulb of my womanhood, working it with a practiced hand to drive myself deeper into the throws of my own climax. I exhaled, a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling as I imagined my stepbrother's piercing cock slipping into my mouth, plunging into my throat the way I’d watched in so many online films. Forgive me for not being a good girl but when you have a sexy stepbrother you're attracted to and sleeps in a room right beside yours yet feels forbidden to be together, the only thing you can do is to get on with these movies. My min

he said, coming over to me and gently kissing my lips with my thumb in his mouth. “Now stop sulking and get your thoughts straight.” He stood and walked out of the room. My mind went back to Fred; he was so much like his father, so much that it reminded me of him; he was nonchalant and sex-driven; they both had the charm for sex, yet perverted. You know, when I lay on the bed, thinking about my life in the near future, I could say my first time wasn’t with my boyfriend but with my stepbrother, the second was with my stepfather, and my third was

I continued this act repeatedly until I felt my legs shake and it hit, my pulse quickened and then relaxed and then it dawned on me that I just had an orgasm. I tried to steady my breathing when a soft clap sounded behind me. My eyes widened and I froze. God damn it. Someone was watching me? I blinked in embarrassment and quickly pulled the blanket over myself. I couldn’t believe I had left the door open. I stilled the moment our eyes met. It was him. My stepbrother—the one I had harbored a secret crush on and hadn’t seen in four years. The one who left without a word. Nicholas.

That night, I gave myself to him completely. It was wrong. He was my stepbrother. It was right. I didn't regret it. Not for one second.