Step Sis And Step Bro Novels & Stories

“That is one of them right?” My stomach dropped hard. I reached for the phone but he moved faster and picked it up first, holding it just out of my reach. Another message popped up right then and the preview showed part of it clear as day. “Miss that tight pussy already sis. Come home soon.” The whole room went completely quiet except for the sound of my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. Noah stared at the screen then slowly looked back at me. Realization hit his face hard. “Stepbrother?” he said, voice flat but with disbelief cutting through every word. “That is the one you could not name? Your own stepbrother?”

"The is nothing to talk about. I told you I love you and you did not say it back." "Because you are my brother!" "Step brother," he corrected me "It doesn't matter Daniel. The guy that has been taking our photos. Sooner or later, the culprit will Start making demands and we will give in to those demands because its obvious that we do not want this to get out in public because we know what it will do to our parents."

Tristan began, but Tessa pinched his arm not so subtly. "She's not supposed to know!" She whispered yelled, causing Stephanie who was silently watching the exchange to let out a laugh, successfully capturing their attention as they stared at her, faces now shy like they weren't the same ones who ran down the hall. "Hi there, little ones. I'm Stephanie." She crouched down to their eye level, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She brought forward her hand for them to hold but only Tessa held hers, giving a little smile. "I'm Tessa. And this my twin brother, Tristan" she gestured to Tristan who was halfway through hiding away behind me.

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

Because one more day with him and I'll completely lose myself. He would take me piece by piece. Starting with my soul, then my body. He kissed me. He actually went as far as kissing me for real... I thought it would all be staged... Like... We'll act like we were kissing, but in the real sense, we weren't. My stepbrother actually kissed me. And it wasn't the kind of kiss you remember with a sigh ten years later. It was domination and pure ownership. No doubt he was going to fuck me if the need ever arose. He would do it without an iota of guilt or shame. And he damn sure wouldn't feel sorry.

“Can you stop hissing and tell what's going on with you?” Maria said “okay this story is about my friend” I lied, I couldn't bring myself to tell her that it was me. She already disliked Cassian and telling her about it might spark mixed reactions from her. “I thought I was your only friend” “Don't get jealous yet, she a distant cousin” “So what about her?” “She had this step brother who just confessed his feelings for her but she's scared that it might be another cell for her, because of the trauma she had to endure in her past”

“My son, and your stepbrother.” Fuck.

"He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him." "Step-brother," she repeated, a sharp, mocking laugh escaping her lips. "Is that what you’re calling it? Because Marcus doesn't seem to think so. He spent half an hour on the phone with my father this morning talking about 'synergy' and 'brand protection.' He wants you on one track and Roman on another. And Roman? He’s very good at following tracks when it suits him."

Delilah gazed at Stephen, her eyes filled with curiosity. Delilah: "Why don't I know about your stepbrother?" Stephen sighed, reminiscing. Stephen: "He was a few years older than me, and when he left, you were hardly a year old, I guess." Delilah: "But why did he leave? Why did your father treat him as the maid's son then?" Stephen's expression shifted, revealing the complexity of the family history.

I complied, but only in pretense, as if he were a stranger. “Hayes should be back by now. Don’t take it out on her, baby, They're always like that” the alpha said, speaking to my mother. I rolled my eyes, disinterested in their conversation. “Oh, there he comes,” he added, gesturing. My mind was too scattered and confused to focus on their pleasantries. Questions and emotions swirled inside me, unformed and threatening to overwhelm me. “Hayes, meet your new stepsister, Emma. Emma, meet your stepbrother, Hayes,” my mother announced. She pressed closer, pinching me as if to make me behave.