Step Sibling Romance Books Novels & Stories

And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother' "That's because it wasn't required." Dad's voice rings out, slipping me out of my anxious thoughts. "Fucking hell!" "I got married to his mother three months ago. He has four other siblings." "Oh my God, I can't believe I have five step siblings." My words are followed by a long awkward pause as I stare down at the cup of coffee that I have my hands bind around. What was streaming hot earlier when it was served, had turned cold because I had refused to drink out of it.

Cassie’s POV I woke up the next day, curled against his chest, cramped on the sofa that reeked of sweat, sex, and everything that went down last night. My eyes lingered on him with a dangerous kind of love, wondering how a man could be so perfect… and how that man happened to be my stepfather. I trailed a finger along his jawline, down to his lips, and heat rushed through me as flashes of how wickedly good he’d been with that mouth came flooding back.

But I could still feel him—his presence heavy at my side, like gravity with a pulse. People stared. Whispers circled. Girls, mostly. “Is that her?” one voice hissed softly behind me. “That’s Roman’s new stepsister,” another added, not even trying to lower her voice. “She’s prettier than I thought.” “God, she’s so lucky. I’d give anything to have him look at me like that.” But Roman didn’t glance their way. Didn’t smirk, didn’t blink. His expression was carved from marble, untouchable and cold, like the rumors said. Like a god walking through mortals. And somehow, I was the one walking beside him.

I was close, so close, when the sound of the front door slamming echoed from downstairs. My heart stopped. *Silas.* "He's back," I whispered, panic surging through me. "Shut up and take it," Lucas hissed, his thrusts becoming more frantic, as if the risk of being caught was fueling his fire. "Just a few more—" The bedroom door creaked open. "Amaya? I forgot my briefcase—" Silas froze in the doorway. His eyes widened, his face turning a ghostly shade of white. 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.

“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.

Stephanie’s POV: When I finished eating, I went back to my room since there was nothing else to occupy my time. I grabbed a book from the small stack on my desk and settled onto my bed, allowing myself to sink into the soft mattress. My body sprawled across the bed as I began to read. At least, I tried to read. The words blurred on the pages, refusing to stick in my mind. My thoughts wandered, drifting to places I didn’t want them to go—specifically, from one brother to another.

Four years of marriage. Four years of giving everything to a man who hated me and always talked down on my body. And then it all came to an end with just one signature. Divorced with nowhere to go, I called my mother for help. She agreed to help, but she had just one condition: “Come meet your stepbrothers." I met them, and wished I hadn't. They were everything I was running away from. Everything I never wanted to face, and meeting them, getting close to them, was playing into my mother’s plans. It made me become one of her pawns in a brutal game. Staying in the same house with them was hell and heaven at once; it was everything I never thought I needed. And the more time I sp

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

He is seventeen while I am already twenty. Needless to say, Razel and I know that we were step-brothers. Mama did not deny or push me away from him. Instead, she wants us to get close as much as possible. And we did it for her sake. Our hearts become closer like real brothers. My wolf has been keeping an eye on him even from the distance between us, and so is his wolf to me. And because of him, I met my fated mate, Cherry. We have been mates for almost three years already and our relationship is getting mature and intimate.

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.