Stepbrother Erotica Novels & Stories

"I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother " I smirked, "Oh so you plan on keeping thoughts like that for long? seems you really enjoyed it". Noooo, I don't need you flirting with me right now, nooo. "I mean, I can't get that out of my mind even if I try to", I stated. He bit his lips seductively.

Alexandra's POV I stepped into the pool party uninvited, ignoring the stares that followed me. I knew why they were looking; thanks to Davis, my stepbrother, my personal writings, embarrassing, intimate things I’d never meant for others to see, had become everyone’s entertainment. My fists clenched as I pushed through the crowd, eyes fixed only on him. There he was, laughing, carefree, while I was barely holding myself together. “What the hell are you doing…” he started, but before he could finish, my fist connected with his face.

he murmured, “it doesn’t feel wrong.” I swallowed back a moan that threatened to escape my mouth. My mind spun in circles. He was my stepbrother now. The world would never forgive us if, if we ever crossed that line again. And yet, the ache between us was real. Tangible. A fire that neither time nor rules could extinguish. He glanced towards the kitchen, then back at me. “Go to your room and get settled in,” he said finally. I nodded, my hands shaking, not trusting my voice. I fled upstairs, my suitcase bouncing against my hip as I barely noticed the polished steps beneath my feet.

Our lips met, again and again, as we stripped each other down to the skin, then Evan pushed me to lay back again, using his thigh between mine to spread my legs wider so he could settle his body on top of mine. I whimpered, feeling his cock against my sex, the urgency starting to creep up on me.

Adrian sat behind the wheel in a casual yet expensive suit, focused on the road with a flat, unreadable expression. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the rows of trees blur past. Finally, my curiosity became unbearable. "Who are you, really? And who is your father?" Adrian didn't look my way. His fingers tapped the steering wheel in a steady rhythm. "I am your brother, and he is your father. Isn't that what's written on your mother's marriage certificate?" "Don't play games with me. I heard your conversation last night," I hissed, emboldened. "You were talking about shipments and making people vanish. That's not the language of a real estate businessman."

My inner walls clamped around him, milking every inch of his penis as he drove into me over and over again untill i screamed. "Yeah...just like that, Love..." he exhaled. "You like it when i fuck you hard, hmmn?" He pinched my nipple and i let out anothet scream. "Harder..." I gasped, my nails was digging into his rock hard shoulders. "You like your stepbrother fucking you like this?" "Y-yes ... don't s-stop..." "Fuck baby, you feel good..." I was so wet that I could even hear Christian fucking my juices back inside me.

He sits up suddenly, wraps his arms around her, and flips their positions so she’s riding him chest-to-chest. “Say it louder,” he growls against her mouth. She leans in, lips brushing his, and whispers it like a prayer. “Stepbrother.” He loses it. Hands on her ass, he slams her down over and over, meeting every bounce with a brutal thrust up. “Again,” he demands. “Stepbrother—stepbrother—gonna come—” “Do it,” he snarls. “Come on your stepbrother’s cock while I breed this perfect pussy.”

Luca behind her—tall, broad, every muscle carved and gleaming—gripping her hip with white-knuckled fingers while he drove into her with slow, punishing strokes. The way her breasts bounced with each thrust. The way her mouth fell open on that filthy, desperate moan: “Oh fuck—Luca—stepbrother—harder—” The word echoed in my head like a drumbeat. Stepbrother. The taboo of it. The wrongness. The way it clearly lit them both on fire. My nipples were tight against the thin lace of my costume. Every time I shifted, the damp fabric between my legs rubbed against my swollen clit, sending little shocks up my spine.

My laptop is now closed. I scream and remove my fingers inside my pussy as my step brother comes into view. The fuck! How is he in my room?! He's supposed to be in Canada, far away. This isn't real, it can't be real. I squeeze my eyes tight, thinking but not hoping he will disappear. My eyes open, and I still see him. He's real. I almost slapped myself from being excited and not feeling embarrassed that he saw me touching myself. My step brother — Aaron, starts rubbing his cock through his jeans, and I suck air between my teeth as my body gets more excited. My pussy gets more wet on seeing the bulge in his jeans growing.

“ What do you want, Bruno? “ “ You know why I am here “ “ what are you talking about it’s late you shouldn’t be here “ “ I had my fingers in your wet pussy Veronica and I know you liked it “ he said in a low sexy voice. I can’t believe how much of a turn on his words are . I can feel myself getting wetter by the second. Oh my goodness I need help . His words sound so erotic . I’m dripping wet already. “ I’m sorry Bruno my mum is married to your dad this make me your sister this is so wrong “ “ Come closer Veronica “ he said “ I… we can’t “ “ Shh closer “ I moved closer until there was a little space between us. He kissed with so much intensity that every thought from my mind just vanished .