Step Brother Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.

Luke paid for the ride with a crumpled bill and both stepped out of the car, the afternoon wind hitting their faces. Luke let out a dry laugh, adjusting his bag strap over his shoulder as he walked toward the main entrance, guiding Logan along the stone path. "You're not very far from the truth, Logan," Luke responded, stopping right before touching the wooden knob. "Let's just say my new stepfather is a man with rather shady businesses. And my stepbrother... well, he thinks he owns everything that breathes in here."

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.

I know it because in no world do I want to admit to my mom and new stepfather that I slept with my new brother. I exit the bathroom, still shaking, and find Sebastian leaning against the wall across from me. Waiting for me? Why? To continue torturing me? “What the hell do you want?” I bark. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Sebastian steps closer to me, pushing a strand of curls away from my face and behind my ear. “Tell me. Have you thought about this moment? While lying and deceiving me? While playing with me?” I search his eyes, looking for something hidden behind the words. “If I had known you were my stepbrother, there’s no way in hell I would have ever provoked you.”

He stared at the sight before him: his stepdaughter, pinned to the bed, her legs wrapped around his stepson, their bodies joined in a wet, messy rhythm. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of Lucas’s heavy breathing and the slow, rhythmic *slap* of his hips against mine one last time before he stiffened and came, filling me with a hot, triumphant load. Lucas didn't pull away immediately. He looked over his shoulder at Silas, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across his lips. "Hey, pops," Lucas panted, his voice dripping with malice. "You're just in time for the finale."

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.

That I had no idea what was going because I was lost in the sweet sinful memory of my stepbrother and me? That I had let him cup my breast, squeezing my nipples and instead of pushing him away, I wanted more of it? Or that I had run because I knew nothing I was supposed to say because I sat there wanting more kisses from the one lips I was supposed to avoid? No! There was nothing to say. My cheeks burned instantly, Romy wouldn’t believe there was actually nothing to say… I can’t possibly explain I was falling so hard for my stepbrother and I couldn’t control it.

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“You can't drink just because you're jealous of a phone,” I bolt up but end up losing my balance and falling on his chest; he catches me. Hiccups. “Why should I be jealous? You're my stepbrother, you can marry the damn phone if you want,” I place my hands on his strong chest and inhale. He smells nice, too nice! I can almost taste his cologne on my tongue. With my mind stuck in a haze, I lean in and brush my nose at the line between his neck and shoulder, drinking in more of his scent. “You smell so nice. Why do you smell so nice!” I clench his shirt, pull him close, and hold him tight. “You are my stepbrother, you shouldn't smell so nice.”

she offered. “That’s not involving the mafia please,” I added quickly. “I know, I know. So, tell me, how’s it like living with your stepbrother? Steve said Lorenzo isn’t that difficult to deal with.” Oh, you wish. “Fine, I guess?” I scratched the back of my neck. What else was I supposed to say? ‘I enjoy living with him. As a matter of fact, I enjoy him tying me up and fucking me even more.’ The memory of yesterday hit me like a truck, but I pushed it down.