Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“ I missed you , I told her as I tried to hug her , but instead she pulled back without sparing me a glance . “ you step brothers said you have been Nothing but stupid and you have spent money of the nights out, I haven’t been gone for more than two months and you can’t just control yourself . “ That's not true , you know it” my voice came out more silently than I can ever imagine . “ what’s not true , no you tell me what is true, and what isn’t , Are you trying to tell me that your brothers are lying , I know you are become so unruly of yourself but not like this .

The way his eyes lit up when I touched his head, like something so small meant everything. And that hug—tight, desperate, like he didn’t want to let go. I pressed my palms to the tiles. “No,” I muttered under my breath. “Stop thinking about it.” He was nineteen. My stepbrother. That was it. He was just a kid trying to be supportive because this house had been hollow since Dad’s coma. He wanted me to feel like I wasn’t completely alone. That’s all. And he wanted to remind me about what he will do to Brandon.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

ROSE'S POV "Step-uncle." He corrects me. "Corey's my step brother. His mother already had him before she married my father, we were brought up like cousins. The title of family was just mere formality." He starts unbuttoning his shirt revealing toned muscles that shows years of devotion to the gym. "The shirt is damp and uncomfortable, mind if I get rid of it?"

“I was cruel.” The Liam who stood in front of me was a different person from whom I was familiar with. And it was surprising to me. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, holding my plate tightly. “Because I don't want us fighting. We are step-siblings now, so we have no other option than to cooperate and be at peace with each other.” His words sounded awkward in my ears. And from the way his body language came off, I knew his words didn't also seem usual to him.

"He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him." "Step-brother," she repeated, a sharp, mocking laugh escaping her lips. "Is that what you’re calling it? Because Marcus doesn't seem to think so. He spent half an hour on the phone with my father this morning talking about 'synergy' and 'brand protection.' He wants you on one track and Roman on another. And Roman? He’s very good at following tracks when it suits him."

“He was just being controlling. And he made it very clear today at lunch that we have strict boundaries. He said at work we're strictly boss and assistant, and around our parents, we're just step siblings.” Susan let out a loud, theatrical laugh, tossing her head back against the couch. “Step siblings? Oh, please! Boss and assistant? Ava, do you hear yourself? A man doesn't look at his step sister or his secretary the way Derick Stone looks at you. The guy is practically obsessed!”

Others are complete nonsense, and I tell him so. He challenges my preferred build, and I explain why his strategy falls apart during higher-level encounters. By the time we’ve finished arguing, I’ve forgotten that I came out here to avoid him. Which is deeply inconvenient. Because apparently, my obnoxious stepbrother is capable of being interesting when he isn’t busy insulting me.

His tattooed fingers comb the length of her short blonde hair, while his other hand pats her back gently as she sobs into him. My fingers begin to tremble, my jaw hardens. I’ve always messed things up when it comes to her. Valentin Alistair— my dearest brother— on the other hand, always knew what to say, when to say it, and how to fucking say it. He is the eldest, but it doesn’t explain or excuse why he has to be so perfect all the time. “We do not mean to hurt you.” He murmurs. “So stop treating me like a breakable fragile thing.”

It felt strangely unfair that the world could keep moving so normally while mine had flipped upside down in less than forty-eight hours. The weight of keeping it all inside felt too heavy to carry alone anymore. I let out a ragged breath and rubbed the back of my neck. "No. The stepfather is fine. He's actually an old neighbor from when I was a kid." I took a shaky breath, finally dropping the real news. "And apparently, I have a stepbrother now." Leo stopped chewing mid-bite. He blinked, swallowed hard, and nearly choked on his drink, slamming the plastic cup down onto the table.