Step Brother Erotica Novels & Stories

Beside me, Killian shifted too. We were naked. Shit… This is embarrassing! No words were spoken. No movements made. Just our heavy, uneven breaths. I looked down, hugging my knees, unable to meet his gaze. Then he stood. He stared at me for a second longer… and ran into the house like the wind, and without saying a single word. I stayed there, frozen, trying to steady my breath, trying to calm the loud pounding in my chest. What just happened? Was this real? Could it be true… that my stepbrother and I were fated mates?

Only pain. Delicious, gut wrenching pain. My eyes drop to his waist. The sight of his hard bulge sends heat rushing to my face, and I wonder if Sloane makes him this hard…this hungry. “Stay right there.” He steps back and just stares, jaw ticking, fists clenching. Here I am, butt naked, spread open for my bossy stepbrother, and he’s savoring every moment like I’m his last meal. “Tell me, love, do you ever think of me?” He steps closer, eyes dark.

You simply ogled your stepbrother like a creep. "Get it together, Mia," I said under my breath, forcing myself to move. "You have already made a fool of yourself. "Don't make things worse." Just then, my stepfather's voice rang out from downstairs. "Mia, are you okay?" "I—I'm fine!" I called back, my voice trembling. No, I am not fine. I just seen my stepbrother naked. I cringed, felt the embarrassment rush over me in waves. What had I been thinking?

“You’re my stepbrother.” He placed one hand on the wall beside my head, caging me in. His other hand slowly slid up my thigh, disappearing under my t-shirt until his fingers brushed against the edge of my panties. “Then why are you so fucking wet right now?” he asked, his voice dark and rough. His fingers pressed against the soaked fabric covering my pussy. “You’re dripping through your panties, Layla. For your own stepbrother.” I whimpered softly as he rubbed slow circles over my clit through the thin cotton.

“Quiet, sis. You don’t want your mother finding out how naughty you are, do you?” I turned my phone down on the bed and focused on what my fingers were doing between my legs. God, why did I think reading an erotic novel about a forbidden romance between step siblings was a good idea? I was supposed to be dissuading myself from my feelings, not giving myself fresh ideas on all the filthy things I could do to my stepbrother. I rubbed my clit faster, wanting to come so badly. I shut my eyes, and my traitorous mind conjured Sean’s face.

I spat into my palm, using the moisture to rub the sensitive nub in fast, frantic circles. I was masturbating to my stepfather masturbating. The taboo of it made my vision blur. I started breathing heavily, my chest heaving in sync with his. I closed my eyes, the tension building in my lower belly, a second peak climbing toward the summit. My fingers moved faster into my pussy as I massaged my breast with soo much force. the friction becoming almost unbearable. Just as I felt the orgasm begin to crest, a voice shattered the silence. "Amaya... fuckkkkkk!"

I finally protested, struggling to fight the urges rising inside me. "You're my stepbrother for crying out loud. What will our parents say if they find out that you had sex with your own stepsister?" "That's if they find out," He said with seriousness buried in his eyes, finally grabbing my boob. I moaned embarrassingly at his grip, feeling his hand squeezing and playing with my nipple. My body began trembling at the way he played with my nipple. His touch was something out of this world. I could feel my nipples getting hard.

Hands stroking from my cheek to my chest, from my chest down below my legs. This isn’t a massage. It’s a caress. “You don’t need to go this far…” “I’m your younger brother, aren’t I.” Covering me with pheromones. Caressing me… This is absolutely not something a younger brother should do. “Only on paper, though.” I can see Samuel Bailey’s face grinning. That smile is so terribly beautiful it makes me even more frustrated. “Not today… don’t…” At the words I barely managed to spit out,

"I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother " I smirked, "Oh so you plan on keeping thoughts like that for long? seems you really enjoyed it". Noooo, I don't need you flirting with me right now, nooo. "I mean, I can't get that out of my mind even if I try to", I stated. He bit his lips seductively.

Raphael only moaned louder, clawing down Xavier’s back with his nails, blood mixing with sweat, with want, with vengeance. When Xavier finally freed his pulsing c*ck and pressed it to Raphael’s entrance, he paused for a second. "Tell me," he ordered, his voice was rough, barely holding back. "Say it. Give me your fucking consent." Raphael’s eyes locked with his. Hands slipped on Xavier’s neck, wild and shining. "Do it. Ruin me, dear brother." The first thrust was brutal, without prepping. "AGH-HHH…" Raphael screamed. As blod coated Xavier’s cck, the realization hit Xavier.