Romans & histoires Stepbrother Romance Novels

And I could see the despair through his eyes since the Mating Night commenced. "For the past nineteen years, my stepbrother has been the best person I have ever met." he continued without looking at me, "He always takes care of me. Save me every time I get into trouble. And even until now, he is still doing that to me without asking anything in return." To my surprise, Razel turned his body in the other direction as though he was about to leave me in the middle of the Mating process.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

came, to this, to him fucking my sister. Oh God no. What have I become? Someone who enjoys watching her sister's pussy plundered by her stepbrother. No God no. It is not that way. There is... there is a different explanation for this. My thoughts dwelled on the act I had just committed, then I saw him walk toward me with his cock glistening with Avery's juice. His thick, wet cock bobbed with each step he took. Then he stopped right in front of my chair, so close I could smell their sex on him.

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.

He was so perfectly made that it should be illegal. Sometimes, I wished he wasn't my brother. I swear I would have willingly thrown myself at him by now. "You should have said so," I said with an eye roll, feeling more at ease now. "I know how stubborn you can be. You wouldn't blame me," he casually strode to his bed, the muscles on his back flexing with each movement he made. The night got better, and as it did, I began to doubt my judgment of my stepbrother. I had been the one misunderstanding him all along. He hadn't changed. He was still the sweet, big brother I used to know.

That night, I gave myself to him completely. It was wrong. He was my stepbrother. It was right. I didn't regret it. Not for one second.

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."

“You can't drink just because you're jealous of a phone,” I bolt up but end up losing my balance and falling on his chest; he catches me. Hiccups. “Why should I be jealous? You're my stepbrother, you can marry the damn phone if you want,” I place my hands on his strong chest and inhale. He smells nice, too nice! I can almost taste his cologne on my tongue. With my mind stuck in a haze, I lean in and brush my nose at the line between his neck and shoulder, drinking in more of his scent. “You smell so nice. Why do you smell so nice!” I clench his shirt, pull him close, and hold him tight. “You are my stepbrother, you shouldn't smell so nice.”

Was this real? Could it be true… that my stepbrother and I were fated mates?