Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

What we did would NEVER happen again, it will forever be our little, forbidden secret, because let's be honest… I could never tell anyone I spent the best night of my life… in the arms of my brother… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE: This story does NOT contain incest in the storyline. This story is about a forbidden, secret relationship between a STEP brother and STEP sister, however going forward I won’t be putting the word ‘’step’’ infront of brother, sister, mother or father as the family has been together for so long, they consider each other ACTUAL family even though there is NO BIOLOGICAL RELATION except

Lucas asks, jaw tight. I shove my phone in my pocket and rub my temple, preparing myself for the avalanche of emotions I'm about to witness. “That was my stepbrother. Our stepbrother. Mom remarried.” His face goes pale, and I feel my lips curl. That's right, Lucas. You're not the only one who's moving on.

I gasped as I fell on Elias, but he didn't seem to mind the sudden weight on me. He kept his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, while Damian shifted, getting on his knees just above Elias’ head, who no longer seemed to mind seeing his brothers naked. Since my body was low and pressed against Elias’, my face was so close to Damian’s angry-looking dick. He stroked it slowly while looking into my eyes with a smirk. A smirk that made me shiver in anticipation. Roman and Elias moved at the same time.

he added, teasing. Fuck. I could feel my stomach doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when he looked at me like that. Liam’s piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. He still wore nothing but his boxers — boxers that now had a wet stain, probably from his cum... or the lotion. He was drop-dead handsome, and I hated that he was my stepbrother. My mother had been so damn secretive about getting remarried — and of course, she picked a man who came with a grown-ass, insanely tempting son I had wet dreams about.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, Sophie.” His voice was low, commanding, the kind that made your thighs clench and your breath hitch. But he wasn’t just any man. He was my stepbrother. And now… my professor. ⸻ It started with a name on a syllabus. Professor Nathan Hale – Advanced Romantic Literature.

Well, except for one thing—his second stepbrother Noah. Noah’s hot and cold attitude toward Haru is beginning to annoy Haru. One minute the brother is nice and caring, and the next, he turns into a prick and picks on Haru, even demanding a kiss daily. When a handsome new face comes into Haru’s life, which the brothers don’t like, Noah erupts into a possessive demon and turns Haru’s world upside down. Haru That’s the last of it, I thought as I taped up the box containing my textbooks and then wrote my name on the side to indicate it belonged to me. Done, I sighed in satisfaction. Finally, after ten and a half years of living in this cramped apartment, we were moving.

"This is going to sound so wrong, so weird... I... I have feelings for someone I really shouldn’t." I bit my lip hard, watching her expression twist in anticipation. She almost burst out laughing but held herself back. "Girl! What is it? BDSM? Poly? Tell me!" I swallowed. "My stepbrother." "Holy flipping balls. Your what!?" "I know! It’s insane!" "Yeah, it is—but hey, you only live once. So... is he hot?" "Hot? He is sin. Like, walking temptation. Honestly, it’s exhausting... How do I stop myself from getting turned on just thinking about him?"

The distance between us is nothing, close enough that I can see the exact moment his eyes drop to my mouth and come back up, and I don’t move, I don’t breathe, his thumb is on my pulse and it’s going fast and he can feel it and we both know it and neither of us says anything about it. “You know what you are,” he says, and his voice is low and careful. “Then say it.” Something moves across his face that he doesn’t manage to close off in time. “My stepsister.” His voice drops on the last word in a way that makes the back of my neck warm, his lips just an inch away from mine. “I shouldn’t want my stepsister, Layla.” I don’t breathe. I can’t, not when his lips are just a breath away from mine, a

"Stephen is the slightly nicer version of me." Stefan came to stand beside me and wrapped a hand territorially around the back of my neck while he held his brother's gaze. "Holier than thou and all that." Stephen didn't reply to his brother's jab but shifted his gaze to me. "Stefan's been very secretive about you." I knew from the look in his eyes, he knew this was no normal romance. Not a romance at all, actually. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you," Stephen added.

Jane Thompson was the girl who nailed every test, the biggest school nerd who preferred books over real human interaction. Her life was a carefully organised routine: read, school, homework read, read, read till her eyes hurt, then sleep. Till one day, her mother got remarried and everything changed There wasn’t much to say about Jeremy, he was a popular biker, terrifically hot, handsome and rebellious. Literally every girl wanted him. He was Jane’s hot biker stepbrother.