Step Sibling Romance Novels Novels & Stories

[NIGHTS WITH MY STEPBROTHER] PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER 1 WARNING: This book is extremely rated because it has explicit scenes and highly matured content. If you aren’t a fan of smut, you can skip the story. ************ Jesse Bridgeton wanted to remain chaste even though she is surrounded by friends who love to play wild, she gets along with her friends well until the topic of sex come in. She swore she would only give her body to the man who has been in her heart since the first day she met him, and she kept to her promise.

After all, she was only a timid little girl when I first met her. My longing for her keeps intensifying with every passing day. Every morning when I watch her lazily walk about the house. When she walks with her eyes half closed to avoid loosing her sleep. The glow her tender, fair skin gives off every morning. And her messed up hair sticking out of her hair net. Like a little girl who needs a fathers help getting ready. I never intended to fall for her. Not when Derrick is her older brother. If wrong steps are taken, my friendship with Derrick might suffer a nasty blow. A blow I would only hope our friendship will survive.

Like, with a capital S and bold font. "We’re step-siblings," I reminded her, trying to hang on to logic. "As in siblings by marriage. As in we live in the same house. That would be weird...and gross, right? Just... no." "Uh-huh. Right. Totally impossible," she nodded exaggeratedly, sarcasm dripping from her words, making me want to throw cookies at her. "Just like how it was impossible for Frank to like you. And then impossible for you to be in a relationship with Frank. Now it’s like you guys are basically the main characters in a slow burn romance."

I can almost feel the way he used to look at me, with that mix of protection and cold indifference. My stomach twists again with a familiar, sickening shame. I'm standing in a penthouse, selling myself to a stranger, and I’m still using my stepbrother as a fantasy to get through it. I’m a special kind of broken. My gaze flits, my body trembling. I shouldn’t want him… not like this. But I can’t help it. And what are the odds I’ve ended up delivered to a Russian hunk, despite my unhealthy obsession with my estranged stepbrother?

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."

"Not anymore." Riven dropped onto the couch beside me, so close our thighs touched. "Those assholes won’t bother you again. We made sure of that." My heart was racing. Being this close to them — three naked, incredibly attractive alpha stepbrothers covered in the blood of my enemies — was doing dangerous things to my body. My pussy was getting wet. I could smell my own arousal mixing with their strong alpha scents. Draven noticed. His thumb brushed slowly over my lower lip, wiping away a small speck of dirt. His gray eyes locked onto mine.

"So basically, God looked at your stressful semester and decided to hand you a premium package. A wealthy, good-looking, childhood-best-friend stepbrother. Do you know how many web novels start exactly like this?" I rolled my eyes, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through my stress as I threw a crumpled napkin at his head. "Shut up, Leo. It's a nightmare. We are moving into one house after the wedding next month." Leo caught the napkin against his chest and laughed even harder. "I'm serious! Imagine running into your long-lost childhood best friend after twelve years and finding out he's your stepbrother now. That's either the beginning of a dark romance book or a psychological thrill

I tried to hard to stand up, but my energy doesn't compare to his. He kissed me. Not gentle, not soft. His mouth claimed mine like he'd been starving for years. His tongue slipped past mine, and I tasted coffee and something sharper. Hunger. I kissed him back, my stepbrother. The man who had been cold to me for two years, who never looked at me twice. His hand slid up my thigh to under my dress. His fingers brushed my panties, and I was wet. Achingly wet. “Look at you,” he murmured against my lips. “Saying no with your mouth, but your body says yes.”

~CHRISTIAN~ Dinner was quiet as I sat across from my father and his wife , while Tessa sat beside me.The only sounds were cutlery clicking as it came contact with the plates. Tessa was unusually quiet, barely touching her food. I noticed the way she avoided my gaze, she was pissed I could tell. What ever happened between us was a mistake. A stupid kiss that shouldn't have happened. She was young and innocent, and more importantly, she was my stepsister. She wasn't my type. I like women experienced, confident and sensual, but she was totally opposite. But I wouldn't lie to myself. Her lips were soft and tasted delicious. Tonight her lips looks more tempting and all I could think about was how

"I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother " I smirked, "Oh so you plan on keeping thoughts like that for long? seems you really enjoyed it". Noooo, I don't need you flirting with me right now, nooo. "I mean, I can't get that out of my mind even if I try to", I stated. He bit his lips seductively.