Stepbrother Dearest Novels & Stories

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!"

I fucking hated it! “It's because he's going to be part of my life…forever.”Andrew creased his eyebrows in confusion. “Don't tell me that you allowed him in your life again after what happened, Amanda.I know you're smarter than that!”I nodded to his words. “Then what forever are you talking about?”He inquired, totally confused. “Because he's my Stepbrother.”Andrew was surprised at my words.It seemed as though that was one of the surprising news that he had heard in a long time.

Isaac said, “Whatever the case, bro, isn’t it about time you do the right thing and, you know, grab the bull by the horns?” Aiden swallowed hard at the suggestion. He asked, “But Haru and I, we’re brothers.” “Stepbrothers,” Isaac said. “Yeah, people will think it’s shit, but you love Haru, don’t you?” Aiden nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I love him.” Mason said, “So, you’re gay, and you love your younger stepbrother, what’s the big deal?” What’s the big deal, eh? Yeah, exactly what was the big deal? He was in love with Haru, and he wanted Haru. There was nothing more important than cherishing that boy in his life.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”

“I’m done pretending I don’t love you.” My breath hitches. “You don’t have to choose now,” he says softly. “But remember this… ” His forehead presses against mine. “I loved you first.” My heart stops. The world stops. And when he pulls back, standing slowly, his last words are nothing but a whisper that sends shivers down my spine…… “And I’ll love you last.” He walks away, leaving me breathless, shaking, torn. Which of my stepbrothers do I choose???

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick The silence in the grand, unfamiliar house was a living thing, vast and echoing. My new parents, so kind and overwhelmingly cheerful in their efforts to make me feel at home, had left abruptly for an emergency business trip, leaving me alone with him. My stepbrother, Liam. We hadn't really talked since I arrived a week ago. He was older, maybe twenty-one, with a quiet intensity that was both intimidating and strangely captivating. His presence just loomed, even when he wasn't around, a constant, heavy weight in the air.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

Just silence that echoed louder than any words. I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, scrubbing at my skin like I could erase the memories. But Ian’s voice haunted me. “If I kiss you, will you stop this?” I touched my lips. His lips had been…warm. Unexpected. Dangerous. God. Why couldn’t I forget? He’s a jerk. A playboy. My stepbrother. This shouldn’t have happened. But no matter how many times I repeated it in my head, the heat under my skin refused to fade. I stepped into the shower, hoping to rinse it all away.