Step Sibling Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.

Eris looked at me. “Y-yeah.” She pushed the hair off her face, “I can’t leave you here, can I?” “We are going out for my pre-birthday dinner, though I hadn’t expected to see you and…you should come with us, if you want to…” “That’s if you want me there, Eris.” “I want you to come,” She broke eye contact with me and stared at Mark. “Right.” “I heard you’re the stepbrother,” He muttered, and his eyes went over me, “I have been curious about you, and I want to know why you came here. All the way from Winterfall Pack to down here.”

The one with dark hair glared at me, “And what is giving you the impression that we don't want to hurt you?” He walked up to me, his silver eyes staring daggers at me. I felt tingles from my stomach down to my toes. My head swooned a bit from being too close to him. “I… I…” I stuttered, suddenly losing my ability to form a coherent word or thought. His eyes were fixated on my lips as he stared at them. I could see the lust in his eyes and I knew exactly how he was feeling because I felt the same way too. For some strange reason, all I wanted to do was to kiss my stepbrother until my lips were swollen and my panties were soaking wet.

“Like, you live in the same house, right? Shouldn’t be hard to carpool.” I frowned, pushing away the leftover burn of Stephan’s indifference. “First of all, we are step-siblings,” I corrected. “And anyway, he hardly stays over at the Romano mansion. Has his own places.” “Ugh. Of course he does,” Betty made a face. “Mr. Broody Power Suit probably sleeps on a bed made of spreadsheets.” I laughed weakly. “Let’s hope his fiancée approves of that.” “Oh, he does have a fiancée.” She said it like it just occurred to her. But then, shrugged. “Well, whatever. Let’s settle in. Today’s gonna be nuts.”