Stepbrother Books Novels & Stories

He leaned back casually in his chair, like this wasn’t the cruelest twist of fate I’d ever been handed. “Yes,” Mom said, squeezing the man beside her—Richard, apparently. “This is Caleb.” She gestured to him like she hadn’t just handed me a death sentence. “Your new stepbrother.” The room spun. My breath stuttered. My chest locked tight around the secret clawing at my throat. Stepbrother. The stranger I let touch every inch of me. The man whose fingers I begged for. The one I let inside me without knowing who he was. That man was now family.

He seemed much hotter and really handsome than his dad, and even my faulty eyes could tell. "This should be the last one, boy. Punctuality really matters," Spencer stated, with a smile on his face when his son got so close, but I could sense the sternness and displeasure in his voice. Mother was just smiling. "Dabby, this is Damien. Damien meet your sister Dabby," Spencer continued, and I retreated a bit to look at the daunting stepbrother of mine. The aura was too familiar. Too familiar. My eyes raised up under my glasses to see who it was, and I could feel my head spin in activation to fainting. I wanted to lose my mind or have an attack, so that someone would wake me up and say that it wa

She wasn't happy when I brought Anita up, and I wasn't in the mood to listen to her whining, so I didn't tell her what I was really thinking. I missed Anita, though, a whole lot, but I also knew that she was right. Our parents were about to be married, so we would legally be step-siblings. Even if we didn't have blood between us, people would talk if they knew we were together, and it might hurt our parents too, now that they were about to get married. "Evan!" I groaned. "I got you, just be quiet, it's distract-ing." "You're already distracted," she scoffed. "Drive already." I kept my mouth shut and drove us to the wedding venue.

Six months since she'd looked at me and said, "This is Julian. He's going to be your new father." Not stepfather. Father. Like I was supposed to forget the man who'd actually raised me. But I hadn't thought about my real dad in weeks. Instead, I thought about him. Julian. His hands. The way he'd brush past me in the hallway and leave heat on my skin like a brand. And I thought about Oliver. His son. My new stepbrother. The one who'd looked at me at the wedding reception like he wanted to devour me whole. The car disappeared over the hill. I was alone.

“No! But he has kissed me. He’s a bit…intense…when he does.” “That would be that alpha energy.” She winked. I blushed again and opened one of my two trunks that has a false bottom. I pulled out the books for her to read and put the other four back in its place. “This is the story of five brothers. All successful and all are CEOs of their own company. I think you will like it. Especially the one about the brother with a law firm.” I said with a grin. “I can’t wait!” She said jumping as she dropped the books in her tote bag.

I finally protested, struggling to fight the urges rising inside me. "You're my stepbrother for crying out loud. What will our parents say if they find out that you had sex with your own stepsister?" "That's if they find out," He said with seriousness buried in his eyes, finally grabbing my boob. I moaned embarrassingly at his grip, feeling his hand squeezing and playing with my nipple. My body began trembling at the way he played with my nipple. His touch was something out of this world. I could feel my nipples getting hard.

Unless I were intending to seduce the Alpha into confessing, still a definite no-no in my book. If I crossed him off my list, what then? Would he be willing to help me uncover the guilty ones? I wasn’t so sure now. One step at a time. “Have Aiden forward me the books and I’ll give you a full report on Monday.” “I may have other plans for you,” he said, in a knowing way. Men. One glimpse of your tits and they think they own you. My stepbrother was one of the reasons I couldn’t bear to have a bath.

I want you…I bit my lip, the taste of sin and lust driving me insane. The isolation gnawed at me, so I slipped away to the balcony for fresh air. The night sky stretched above me, jeweled with stars but no moon. The breeze kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the peace until it shattered at the touch of a rough hand on my bare back. “What the hell!” I spun, panic flaring, only to see a pot-bellied man with a greasy smile. Recognition hit me like bile. Caleb. Beatrice’s nerdy brother from high school, now aged and foul.

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

He looked concerned and caring like the good brother rushing to help his clumsy step-sister. “Let me help you up,” he said, positioning himself to block most of the crowd’s view as he pulled me to my feet. The moment I was upright and pressed against him, his mouth moved close to my ear and his voice dropped to a whisper only I could hear. “You stupid, clumsy bitch.” My blood ran cold. “Did you really think you could get through one night without fucking something up?” His whisper was vicious while his hands remained gentle on my arms, the perfect picture of brotherly support. “Look at you. Covered in champagne and blood and humiliation. Exactly where you belong.”