Step Brother Erotica Novels & Stories

Though I was enjoying his cock… his cock was everything I craved… but I can't let anyone see me having sex with my stepbrother. He reached under and found my clit with two fingers, rubbing in tight circles while he banged me from behind. “Were you thinking about this during class?… Were you thinking about your stepbrother’s cock while studying?” “Hell yes.” The word came out shaky. “Say it properly.” I swallowed hard. “Yes… yes, Master.” A low sound of approval thundered in his chest. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in with a forceful thrust. My body staggered forward. A textbook dropped on the floor with a sharp thud.

"Both of us know that there's no erotic scene or anything close to it in this series. Are you hard because of me, stephen? You got hard gazing at your step sister's breast?" "I.... I...I'm sorry, I tried to control it but I couldn't. Please don't tell anyone." Stephen pleaded. "I'm sorry." "You couldn't control getting hard for your step sister? Am I that sexy? Fuck! I don't know I have such a naughty brother." "Please I'm sorry. Believe me, I don't mean to."

Stephan chuckled. Chugging the whole contents down his throat, he threw it away. Striding towards the bench, he took a seat. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his hair cling onto his forehead. “You good, buddy?” Stephan asked, taking a seat next to him. Humming, he wiped the sweat from the towel. “Doesn't seem like it.” He sighed. Elias, gazed at him. His older brother looking at him with concern. Elias and Stephan had a bond. A very special one, to be exact. They both lived for each after their sister died that day. Only they knew along with Ryder, that she was raped and kidnapped in the alley by a gang of hideous older drunk man.

I felt the pressure building in my abdomen and felt my body temperature spiked, feeling almost too hot. "Fuck, more please," I whimpered as I pulled his mouth closer and my thighs were shaking with every flick of his tongue against my clitoris. I heard him growl and felt his tongue push inside of me, exploring and tasting. He was so talented, not that I had anyone to compare him to. I had a couple of boyfriends in the past but none of them got past second base, but here I was against my bedroom door getting eaten out-by my step brother, no less

“Touching yourself in that pretty little bed… thinking of your stepbrother.” A whimper escaped my lips. He pulled his fingers out. Slapped my ass hard. I gasped. “Say it.” “What?” “Say what I am to you.” “My… stepbrother,” I whispered. He smacked me again. “Louder.” “My stepbrother!” “Say what you want.” “I want you,” I moaned. “Please…” “Please what?” “Please use me.” He groaned. Then his hands grabbed my hips. I felt him—hard, hot, thick—pressing at my entrance.

And her brother was helping her get away with it! She glanced at him. He was fighting the impulse to close his eyes, but doing so would prevent him from seeing his hot topless sister who was masturbating in front of him. His eyes were already constricted to tiny slits. Stephanie grinned, appreciating the sincere awe and attraction her brother had for her through her fog of want. And she was forced to admit that she felt a strong attraction to him as well. She retracted her glance to his abdomen and once again pondered her brother's immaculate cock's extreme length and thickness. She didn't believe she would be able to enclose it with her fingers if she were to take over his stroking. It appe

Just silence that echoed louder than any words. I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, scrubbing at my skin like I could erase the memories. But Ian’s voice haunted me. “If I kiss you, will you stop this?” I touched my lips. His lips had been…warm. Unexpected. Dangerous. God. Why couldn’t I forget? He’s a jerk. A playboy. My stepbrother. This shouldn’t have happened. But no matter how many times I repeated it in my head, the heat under my skin refused to fade. I stepped into the shower, hoping to rinse it all away.

Our lips met, again and again, as we stripped each other down to the skin, then Evan pushed me to lay back again, using his thigh between mine to spread my legs wider so he could settle his body on top of mine. I whimpered, feeling his cock against my sex, the urgency starting to creep up on me.

he leaned over me, "And we are way past wrong." "W-why are you doing this?" His eyes flashed dangerously, "For one simple reason." "And that is?" "I want to," with that, my soon-to-be step brother's mouth slammed down on mine.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit adult erotica involving step-family taboo themes, including a threesome (MFM) with stepfather, stepbrother, and stepsister. Content includes intense sexual situations, rough sex, dirty talk. Carlis’s POV I thought we had the house to ourselves. The wedding preparations had everyone running around town, but Brian had me bent over the back of the couch, my sundress shoved up around my waist and my panties dangling from one ankle. His thick cock slammed into me over and over, stretching my pussy just right.