Stepbrother Books Novels & Stories

What we did would NEVER happen again, it will forever be our little, forbidden secret, because let's be honest… I could never tell anyone I spent the best night of my life… in the arms of my brother… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE: This story does NOT contain incest in the storyline. This story is about a forbidden, secret relationship between a STEP brother and STEP sister, however going forward I won’t be putting the word ‘’step’’ infront of brother, sister, mother or father as the family has been together for so long, they consider each other ACTUAL family even though there is NO BIOLOGICAL RELATION except

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.

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.

I could hear the clock ticking downstairs. I kept my pencil moving across the page, drawing random lines that did not add up to anything. My mind kept circling back to the same thought. This guy was my stepbrother now. We would eat breakfast together, go to the same school, share a bathroom. And I could not stop noticing how the room felt smaller with him in it. Lucas shifted on his mattress. The springs creaked. "You always this quiet, or are you just scared you will like living here too much?"

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.

Does she think this is how bros behave? “It’s none of my goddamn business. If you want, you can leave here naked,” I muttered, forcing my eyes anywhere but him. I didn’t like the way my chest felt—tight, irritated, something dangerously close to jealous. What did it matter to me if he walked around half dressed? He wasn’t mine. He wasn’t anything to me except my stepbrother. Stepbrothers could care about each other, right? That was normal. Concern didn’t mean… whatever this was.

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.”

Please. 'Damien Anderson was my stepbrother?! How on earth?'