Stepbrother Books Novels & Stories

Their uniforms were also dishevelled, their skirts hemmed higher and their top buttons undone to reveal just enough of their chest to make the boys in front of them glance twice. The dark blue of their somewhat frumpy uniform clung tightly to their frames, likely having bought a size or two too small to accentuate their assets. Snorting again, I turned away from the group to draw my eyes back to my book, but the words were muddled as my mind wanted to wander elsewhere. Elsewhere being my step brother I had pondered over him, the gif, the morning after in detail over and over for the rest of that Saturday, and well into the night on Sunday.

One hand rested between her legs again—not rubbing, just cupping the messy, swollen heat of her—while the other stroked slowly up and down her back. Outside, the night stayed quiet. Inside the locked room, her stepbrother held her while the evidence of how hard he had just taken her cooled on her skin, already planning the next time the phone would ring.

"Come here." I know he doesn't mean me. Every syllable of that name is a knife twisting in my gut, because I'm not Clara. I'm Evelyn, the stepsister who watched him for way too long, who memorized the way his laugh crinkled the corners of his eyes, who lay awake at night fantasizing about things no sister should ever think about. Even a stepsister. But I take his hand anyway. His grip is warm and strong, and when he tugs, I go willingly, falling onto the edge of his bed. His fingers curl around my wrist, thumb brushing against my pulse point. He notices it racing even drugged, he notices and his brow furrows.

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”

For six years, I was secretly in love with my stepbrother, Connor, the Alpha of our wolf pack. One full moon night, I snuck into his pack's corporate headquarters, hoping to surprise him. But through a crack in the door, I heard him whispering with his Beta, Marcus. "You still messing around with your stepsister, that Aria? When are you gonna cut it off? Don't tell me you've actually caught feelings for her?" Connor smirked, his voice ice-cold.

OBSESSED WITH MY STEPBROTHER Chapter 2: I Sneak Into My Stepbrother’s Room and Beg Him to Ruin Me I stand outside Kai’s door for what feels like forever, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my clit. This is insane. He’s my stepbrother. The same boy whose house I grew up in before they shipped me away. We share parents now — technically. This is sick. Forbidden. The kind of thing that destroys families.

If I had expected the perfect boy to sweep me off my feet, I must have been mistaken. Even my instincts screamed the same thing, wondering what could possibly go wrong if I finally exposed my heart to this bad guy. Fuck, he is my stepbrother, yet why do I perceive him as more? I nudged his head closer, flicking my palm deeper into his hair. Max sighed, and his sound made me feel more important than I ever had. If I could make Max swoon, maybe I wasn't as horrible as Evan made me out to be, something more intriguing and desirable.

“I know it because I have it too.” The water comes in between our feet and pulls back and we stand there for a moment. “Can I ask you something?” she says. “Okay.” “Is it Cain?” “He’s my stepbrother,” I say, ny heart skipping a bit. Did she notice something? Was my jealousy that obvious? “I know.” Unhurried. Not pushing. “That’s not really what I asked.” “There’s nothing between me and Cain,” I say. The words come out level and practiced. “He’s family.”

But this person declared to himself that I am his little brother and that he is my stepbrother. Tsk. He is really annoying but I used to it because of his persistence. @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

And worst of all, too empty… except for one person. Caleb. My stepbrother. We never talked much, not really. Even after two years of technically being “siblings,” we’d always kind of… orbited each other. I mean, it wasn’t that he was mean or anything. He was just distant. Broody. He was always working out, always avoiding conversation, always so serious, and felt like he was better than everyone. And don’t get me started on how good-looking he was—because that part was just unfair.