Step Siblings Romance Novels Novelas e Histórias

Lucien and I are step siblings, my mother and his father were married and it would be very strange if we had a romantic relationship. What would people say? That I was dating my step brother? Apparently the blame would be all on me, the female was always the one that got blamed. People would talk and it would all be directed on me. Like I seduced Lucien to get him, some would say I didn't want my mother to have a happy relationship. Some could even say that I had plans to seduce the three brothers but Lucien was the only one who ended up falling for my trap. No one would ever accept our relationship because it was abnormal, we were technically siblings, our parents were married to each other

Stephen was squirming as she rub his sensitive cap. "I love your dick." Kelly confessed. "You can't love my dick. I'm your step brother." "Yeah, but not same father or mother. We are not blood related." Kelly said as she continued to stroke him. "But it's still wrong. Please stop." "Stop acting as if you don't want this. I know this one of your naughty fantasies." She said as she increased the pace. "You are hurting me." Stephen said. "Ohhh sorry. My bad. I forget to make it wet. Maybe it will be better this way." She said and leaned over.

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“Are you serious right now? You want me to kiss you?” “That’s not funny,” Gabriella said quickly. “I am serious.” She straightened, forcing herself to sound confident. “If you kiss me and we tell them we love each other, it will break their marriage. They won’t allow step-siblings who are in love to stay under the same roof.” She said it honestly—like a plan she had rehearsed over and over in her head. Norman stopped smiling. “That’s your plan?” he asked slowly. Gabriella swallowed but didn’t look away.

Everyone was staring at me like I was something disgusting while I feel tears fill my eyes at the humiliation. “You get aroused from your own stepbrothers touching you? Pathetic.” Tristan murmured coldly then sip from his glass. “I didn’t - it’s not --” “Don’t lie now Blue. Everyone here can smell exactly what you are right now.” His silver eyes pinned me in place. “Oh my god, that’s so gross.” “Can you imagine? Getting wet over your own stepbrothers?” I was dying from where I stood as they continue to tear me apart while my stepbrothers seemed to relish in it because it was their plan all along.

My legs were heavy, my inner thighs aching with every stride, a constant reminder of the weight and power that had claimed me just hours before. As I neared the house, I could hear the shouting. "How could you send my sister out at night? Why would you do such a thing? It’s the full moon for crying out loud!" Eric’s roar shook the wooden walls. "I’m sorry, Eric," Molly’s voice was high and defensive. "Your sister was sick, so I thought Willow should—" "Step-sister!" Eric interrupted, his voice dripping with venom. "Your daughter is my step-sister, Molly. And you sent Willow out at night for what? To get a herb? We both know it’s all a lie just for me to fuck your daughter's pussy!"

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.

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.

the words burst free, “how much longer do you think it’ll take until he gets bored of you?” “What?” Her voice shakes. “You heard me.” We stop on the sixth step. “Sloane, I—“ “Shhh…keep walking. We still need to get inside.” Her palm is sweaty now, but she puts one foot forward and our journey continues. So do I. “You see, I know what it’s like to be loved by Cassian Cross. I also know what it’s like to watch that love disappear.” Seventh step. We’re almost at the top now.

"Your new stepbrothers. From today on, you will live under this roof as one family. I expect you to receive them with the respect they deserve, Luke." The silence that followed was absolute. I could hear the ticking of a grandfather clock somewhere in the hall, marking the seconds of my new sentence. Rusty looked at me with thin-veiled lust, while Frederick… Frederick was dissecting me with his gaze. "Stepbrothers," Frederick repeated, his voice echoing in the hall with a dark vibration. "Such a… formal term." Rusty let out a low chuckle. He took a couple of steps toward me, extending his arms. He leaned in slightly and gave me a cordial, mocking embrace.