Stepbrother Dearest Novels & Stories

The crowd was more silent than ever. They scrambled apart, making a path for Deimos as he stepped forward. The tension was so thick, I could almost see it. Deimos stepped on the podium and greeted his brother with a smile. “You should be ashamed of yourself, don’t you think? Your mate is this desperate to leave you.”

I heard his footsteps as he stopped next to me, facing the same way. “Why? You seriously don’t want me to be your stepbrother? It’s crazy, I know. But next week, it’s all going to be official.” He said in a serious tone. “I know…” I smirked dryly. “I don’t think you’re a stepsister material to me.” He said next which stunned me a bit. I slowly turned my head to him. He was gazing at the wonderful view in front of our sight, the lights were dancing respectively in his bluish-green eyes and I think that’s more enticing than the view before us.

And right now, the fact that my stepbrother is my mate is weighing heavily on me. I took a deep breath and began to open up to Dean. “I found my mate.” I said, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as the words left my lips. Dean’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who is she?” he asked, her curiosity piqued. I hesitated before admitting, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but my mate is actually my stepbrother.” Words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Dean’s jaw dropped in shock.

I never imagined I’d see him again, much less in my new home, as my stepbrother. For a few agonizing seconds, we just stared at each other, both too stunned to speak. His expression shifted from confusion to something darker, his gaze narrowing as if he were trying to piece together the situation. “What happened? Are you guys going to answer me?” Leo's voice cut through the tension, oblivious to the atmosphere between us. He tilted his head, eyes darting between Lucas and me. Lucas recovered first, masking whatever thoughts were running through his mind with a charming smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“And the bad news? What's it?” His expression soured like mine. He took his time before he responded and when he did, he looked pained, like speaking took something from him. “My stepbrother is returning.” “And?” Now, this wasn't what I was expecting. I thought he wanted to drop a bombshell on me, not this. “He's bad news, the opposite of Sophia,” he explained when he noticed the confused expression on my face. “He's the same as Marcus. His replica.”

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.

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

A man soon approached and leaned against the counter beside me. “Hey beautiful… Long time no see.” I creased my brows and tried to recall his face. “Victor,” he said with a sleazy grin. Lisa’s brother. “Oh… hello,” I replied politely, forcing a small nod. “Your stepbrother and my sister are getting married. Now we’re becoming family too,” he said, his smile turning strangely intimate and unsettling. “I must say… it’s going to be interesting.” “Yeah… That’s so,” I replied quietly, keeping my voice low and uninterested.

"You don't mean that." "Don't I?" His hand came up, his fingers catching a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger like he couldn't help himself. "I've been trying not to mean it for months. Trying to convince myself that what I feel is appropriate. Brotherly. Protective." "It should be," Inés whispered, but she didn't step back. Couldn't step back. "You're my stepbrother." "I know." His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a desire that made her knees weak. "Believe me, I know. But that doesn't change the fact that watching another man touch you makes me lose my fucking mind."

’ He whispered, stepping into the bathtub too. I leaned forward so he was sitting in the tub and I was sitting on him. Fuck. ‘You want me to touch you.’ He murmured against my ear, his tongue trailing around my neck as his fingers crossed over to my belly button. I became hot as I gasped, feeling the heat radiate everywhere in my body. “Hmm. Martil.’ I moaned, closing my eyes. “Corleone!” I heard my mom’s voice. Shit. I had been fantasizing about my stepbrother. Oh my God. This really had to stop.