Spanking Brothers Novels & Stories

Obviously not interested in having this conversation. "JORDAN ALESSIA BLAIR!" she spelt out my full name and yeah, every kid knows what that means. I unwillingly brought myself to a complete halt with a sigh before I turned to face her again. "Mom come on... We are two adults bound to have misunderstandings." I pointed out. I mean...... Can't I get in fights with my Step bro in peace? "See? I told you so Honey. Siblings fight. It's normal" Fred chipped in from wherever it is he suddenly appeared from which was clearly not too far away for him to have heard anything of what I said.

“Taking my cock while your brother’s gone. Little sister’s all grown up and fucking ruined.” I can only whimper, stars bursting behind my eyelids, pussy clenching around him. “Tell me who owns this pussy,” he demands, spanking my ass hard under the water. “You—fuck—you do—” He spanks again, again, until my skin burns even under the hot spray. “Say it louder.” “You own me, Jake—only you—” He spins me again, lifts me by the thighs, pins my back to the glass. My legs wrap around his waist automatically.

There’s no need to, they understand. She was hurting. Postpartum, abused, alone for years with no one. Not even her own mother. Brandon Kingston deserves to die for what he’s done to her. Xavier scoffs from his chair. “Are we going to sit here jerking ourselves off with guilt, or are we going to kill this fucker?” I turn slowly. Every muscle in my body goes tight. “Are you fucking serious right now?” Xavier’s fingers continuously tap his knees. He sits up straighter, returning my glare with equal intensity.

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I take in another breath, bolding up my face. “Don't cry, after all it's just a spank. Nothing will happen.” A voice assures me. “Turn over, let my brothers see how I spank you.” His deep voice looms in the room, casting a chilly effect over me. I slide over to the other side with just about three meters distance from his brothers who are on the couch. I lower my head resting on the glass table since I can't face the humiliation of having to look up while he's spanking me.

” Danny ~”Yes. Anthony ~”I said no.” Danny ~”And I said yes.” Drake ~”Are you going to be a grumpy father to be?” Anthony ~”Fuck off.” Matthew ~”What he is always grumpy not just a father to be.” Drake ~”Looks like all that whipping help.” Matthew ~”Maybe bosses should do the whipping thing as well.” Cummings ~”Fuck no that is disgusting.” Lucy ~”Says him that likes tying people up and spank them.”

Grant’s lap was harder—solid muscle. His hand was bigger. Swats landed lower—sit spots, upper thighs. She yelped on the first. Tears started by ten. “I am sorry, Daddy Grant! I will be good!” He paused at fifteen. Rubbed gently. “Five more, baby. You can take them.” The last five were firmer. She sobbed openly. Then to Marcus. Marcus was strongest. His spanks heaviest. But slowest—each one letting the sting sink in.

My brother died in my arms. My hands shook as I texted my husband, Don Adriano. "Adriano, I want a divorce." Three seconds later, he called. "Carina, that's enough," Adriano's voice was ice. "Stop this nonsense." "I'm not." "Leo gets a scratch, and you file for divorce? When the hell did you become so pathetic?" I closed my eyes. Tears streamed down my face. I could still feel Leo's cold body in my arms.

"All of us. About how this is going to work." We sat in the living room—the four of us—and had the conversation we should have had months ago. "If you two are really going to be together," Mom started, "we need boundaries. Ground rules. This situation is complicated enough without adding more drama." "Agreed," I said. "What kind of rules?" "For starters, you tell people the truth," Richard said. "No more hiding that you're stepsiblings. No more pretending. If you're going to be together, be together openly."