Stepbrother Romance Books Novels & Stories

Sinful Steps: Claimed by My Stepbrother Chapter 2 Jax stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still twitching as the last drops of his cum leaked from my stretched pussy. Our bodies were slick with sweat, my legs still hooked over his shoulders on the couch. I could feel his seed dripping down my ass onto the leather, marking the spot where we’d just crossed the line again. My stepbrother’s cum inside me. Forbidden. Addictive. He kissed me deep and slow, tongue lazy against mine, like he had all the time in the world. “Missed this tight cunt so fucking much,” he murmured against my lips. “College boys not doing it for you, huh?”

"Don't look so shocked, I study communication anyway." "Alright, I'm intrigued. What kind of books?" "College romance, mostly. A little whimsical. My brother says I'm quite a hopeless romantic and annoying." "Your brother sounds like he knows you well." "Unfortunately." "What's it about? The one you're working on now."

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but I was a better actor than I thought. "What do you read?" "Um," I frowned, thinking quickly. "I'm in the mid-dle of a book called Christine right now. I circle different authors, and when I find ones I like, I go through the backlist, but not all at once, and I'm back on Stephen King for now. After that one, I'll read Carrie and The Shining, then find something else to read."

To see us as brothers and sisters but the harder in the future they become. All of my good girl moral vanishes when it comes to my stepbrother, Ryder Saint. When it comes to him my thoughts were more than just the girlish fantasies of an inexperienced women were downright sinful. I cannot simply stop myself from wanting to have him. I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

He plants kisses down my neck. "Bran...no." he kisses my cheek and the corner of my lip, i close my eyes releasing a shaky breath. He sucks on my neck, licking and nibbling,like he did that night. I pant,my body trembling so I steady myself by putting my hands on his shoulders, he lifts me up and places me on top of the counter near the sink then steps between my legs. "No." I pant "this is wrong you're my boyfriends brother." "Step-brother."

"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.

He is his step brother . A thousand reasons flooded her mind, each more alarming than the last. What would her father say? What would people think? How could she ever face Julian again, knowing the boundaries they had shattered? 'julian is her Stepbrother .' That thought alone made her chest tighten with dread. How could I have let this happen?

That I had no idea what was going because I was lost in the sweet sinful memory of my stepbrother and me? That I had let him cup my breast, squeezing my nipples and instead of pushing him away, I wanted more of it? Or that I had run because I knew nothing I was supposed to say because I sat there wanting more kisses from the one lips I was supposed to avoid? No! There was nothing to say. My cheeks burned instantly, Romy wouldn’t believe there was actually nothing to say… I can’t possibly explain I was falling so hard for my stepbrother and I couldn’t control it.

"Is this safe? Emotionally? Because fake dating your future stepbrother sounds like a thesis on self-destruction." The real feelings: quiet. Watching me. Reading between every line. "It stopped being fake a long time ago," I said. "I don't know exactly when. Maybe the night he told me about his mom. Maybe before that. Maybe the bar. I don't know. But it's real and it's terrifying and I don't have a plan." "The kitchen table," she said. Flat. "What about it?" "You said you swept his books off the table. During a fight. And had sex on it." She blinked. "You had angry sex on a kitchen table with your stepbrother over a Gatsby essay."

"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."