Stepbrother Books Novels & Stories

It began with: Am I to blame? For years, my stepbrother has been starring in all my fantasies. He has always been caring despite his cold demeanor, and has been my rock through the good and the bad times. We have recently kissed, and now he’s asking me to become his lover. I don’t know what to think and have no one to confide in. Thoughts? Simone soon went to take a shower. And under the soothing hot water, as her muscles loosened, she could almost forget all her concerns.

“I can't give you details. It's classified.” “C'mon…give me something.” “If there's anyone you should be talking to, it's your NEW stepbrother over there.” “I've been here longer than you ever have, buddy.” Cassian mutters. “I'm not your buddy.” “That's right. You're my BROTHER.” “Oh my fucking God…I just got this job, and I'm not losing it over some petty emotions.” I clasp my hands together. “Lucas, you've always been my brother…before everything else. If there's a storm coming, I need to know. For old times sake…”

That night, I gave myself to him completely. It was wrong. He was my stepbrother. It was right. I didn't regret it. Not for one second.

He winks. My blood boils, his words sound normal, composed, but it's almost a threat, an invitation to rebel. Im not taking it. Once is enough. I’m going to ignore his existence from hereon out, and maybe just maybe he’ll give up on pestering me. “Wow,” Arielle sighs. “Protective stepbrother is a serious understatement.” I force a shaky laugh. “Don’t worry about him, he’s just a pain in the ass.” “Aren’t all brothers? I have four.”

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.

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.

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.”

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"