Step Brothers Bunk Bed Gif Novels & Stories

I hesitated, “Do we have to? We always end up in that… spooning thing.” He raised an eyebrow, amused. “You mean the safe, ‘no-risk-for-the-baby’ position?” “Yes! I’m tired of it,” I muttered, heat prickling through me. “I want… more.” His gaze softened, but the smirk returned. “I get it. We can try something different. Something intimate… and safe.” He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. “Come here.” Instantly knowing, I took slow steps until I reached the bed, slowly lifting one leg. His hand stretched out, guiding me as I lifted the other leg over him.

Bella's POV I have my vibrator pressed tight against my swollen clit when my bedroom door swings open. All three of my stepbrothers walk in like they own the place — which they technically do. Their dad married my mom just a week ago, and I’ve spent every night since then in the guest room down the hall from my new stepbrothers. Cade, Micah, and Jude. Three identical twenty-four-year-old men who look like someone sculpted one perfect male body and decided to make three copies of it.

I say dramatically. “Now, you just want me to know more.” He whines, and I giggle. Immediately, Sebastian knocks him on the head, loudly, “Focus, monkey.” My mouth falls open because that was hard. How is he still standing? He smiles and focuses on bookshelf. I walk out of the bedroom, and Bree follows me. We move some of her clothes in my bedroom into hers. We do this a couple of time. The boys set up her closest, almost as big as mine.

Stephanie's Opinion: I plopped down at a nearby coffee shop, giving my dad, brothers, and Brock the golden opportunity to break into my apartment. As I sat there giggling like a maniac, I couldn't help but imagine those Alphas stuck in my house, trying to navigate the ridiculous security system. I could practically hear their puzzled shouts echoing through the halls as they realized they were in for a wild ride. The thought of them all chanting my name in frustration just sent me into another fit of laughter. It must have looked like I'd lost my marbles to the other coffee shop patrons!

With my damp hair hanging down my back in loose waves, I finally gathered the courage to venture downstairs, desperately needing to retrieve a tall glass of ice water from the kitchen to cool myself down from the inside out. The moment my bare feet padded off the bottom of the grand staircase and into the open-concept living area, I realized my stepbrothers were already anchored in the center of the room. Mike and Logan were sprawled out across the expensive leather furniture, completely focused on a high-stakes video game on the massive flat-screen television.

“Okay. I know you two aren’t exactly on good terms, but please… don’t let your tempers get out of hand. Let’s just keep the peace. Just this once, boys.” I glanced at Mom, silently hoping she’d do something, but she only gave me a small, reassuring smile. I didn’t say anything else after that. It looked like there was nothing I could do anyway. I was the first to step into the suite, with Kayden quietly trailing behind me. It was spacious. We made our way into the bedroom. Good thing there where two king-sized beds sat side by side, facing a large window that overlooked the beach. I let out a frustrated sigh. Fuck. I’ve been trying to avoid him, only for us to be in the same space? Great. Wh

"Tap that ass!" As he was being dragged up the stairs, he heard Maxine shout over them, "come on guys, it's her brother!" But the last voice he heard before going into Stephanie's bedroom was a wise cracking boy's voice say, "well, stepbrother." Matt tripped over his feet and nearly fell on to her bed, but he caught himself and side walked into a wall to brace himself. The room was still white from when she moved in, but it was covered in posters of shirtless rappers and printed pictures of Stephanie and her friends. Just like her bedroom at her mom's house, the floor was cluttered with dirty clothes and her bed comforter was a twisted mess.

Sienna's POV The place is finally cleared out. The last half naked girl clutches her heels unlike her dignity and stumbles out the front door with one eyelash hanging on for dear life. I shut it behind her with a sigh so sharp it could slice a diamond. My brother, Stephen, better known as Stink, lounges on the couch in basketball shorts like it’s his personal throne. He cracks open a Sprite, looking every bit like the star of MTV Cribs: Couch Crasher Edition.

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.