Stepbrother Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Only to see him now as my step brother,how is that acceptable,after having such romance,am not accepting that l nodded my head, as he is still on me gazing at me with so much longing,that night was my best day ever he whispered to my ear,his voice calm and seductive,l grabbed him and turn him around now on top him with legs crossed across his waist ,l could feel his dick already hard in his trouser, you want us to do it he asked,l want you it but he's now my step brother,but l fucking love him this isn't something we started today, l don't think l could resist this feeling, just then l kissed him passionately refusing to let go of him,he pulled my bra as l kiss him and my breast pop out show

Brandon says out of nowhere, laughing at his own imagination “That’s insane” Cassie tells him, trying to hide the smile that had formed across her lips, she definitely liked that idea “Not really. Well, I do understand they’re your brothers...” “Step brothers” Cassie cuts in, correcting him “Yes, step brothers. But I’ve read books where things like these happen you know” Brandon continues “Things like what?” Cassie asks, now fully interested “You know, two brothers falling for the same girl” he tells her with a shrug

I've totally lost my mind for letting my step-brother touch me in an improper way. A way that only lovers does. While his right hand fondled with my ass cheeks, the other hand cupped my right boobs, pinching my nipple. Pain and pleasure coursed through my body and a soft moan escaped my lips into his mouth. “So fucking soft, Sunshine…” I wanted more… I hated that I wanted more from this morally grey man. From this step-brother of mine. “More…” My pleadings came out as needy moan. Ruslan slowly broke the kiss, his eyes hooded with desire, want, lust.

Stephan chuckled. Chugging the whole contents down his throat, he threw it away. Striding towards the bench, he took a seat. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his hair cling onto his forehead. “You good, buddy?” Stephan asked, taking a seat next to him. Humming, he wiped the sweat from the towel. “Doesn't seem like it.” He sighed. Elias, gazed at him. His older brother looking at him with concern. Elias and Stephan had a bond. A very special one, to be exact. They both lived for each after their sister died that day. Only they knew along with Ryder, that she was raped and kidnapped in the alley by a gang of hideous older drunk man.

It’s a teen romance/young adult and I’ll still have many more teen romance books after it ends. For the sneak peek of my werewolf story, hehe, I’ll just say I’m really excited about it because of a lot of things. I won’t mention much other than that it has a forbidden trope! Watch out for the ride! Finally, this book! My stepbrother. We’ve reached the end of Elizabeth and James’ story and I hope you all enjoyed their journey with all the happiness and sadness that came with it. Of course, this is the official end, but I want to know if you’d love me to write some short chapters on either James and Elizabeth’s story after uni? Samantha and Gabriel’s story or Zara and her mysterious man’s stor

Or the time that the condom ripped… “We have our period at the same time, remember? And I always buy your tampons and put them in your bathroom. I noticed when I was cleaning that you never touched your packet.” I didn’t say anything as I left her standing there. She was talking, like a mosquito in my ear. I couldn’t listen to anything she said, because not only was I late, I was also going to the prom with the man that was going to be my future stepbrother. Even worse, the father of my baby…

“Touching yourself in that pretty little bed… thinking of your stepbrother.” A whimper escaped my lips. He pulled his fingers out. Slapped my ass hard. I gasped. “Say it.” “What?” “Say what I am to you.” “My… stepbrother,” I whispered. He smacked me again. “Louder.” “My stepbrother!” “Say what you want.” “I want you,” I moaned. “Please…” “Please what?” “Please use me.” He groaned. Then his hands grabbed my hips. I felt him—hard, hot, thick—pressing at my entrance.

Ethan cleared his throat, softer this time, turning toward me. “Malia.” His voice was careful, cautious, like he was stepping onto thin ice. “What are you doing with him?” The question hit harder than I expected. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You know exactly what it means,” he said, not unkindly, but steady. “You’ve been different, distracted a lot lately.” His eyes met mine, unflinching. “He’s trouble, and not to mention, your stepbrother. You’re—”

He hooks a thumb under my chin, tilting my face to him. “I need a shower…” He nods slowly, gaze fixed on my lips. “Yeah, we really do.” We. Me and him. Nina and Cassian. So wrong, yet so fucking right. I don't know what's true, but I know one thing— I'm soaking wet. All for him. My stepbrother. My temptation.

He frowned, staring at me as if he could see the entire answers he wanted on my face. “They are not overprotective because they are my brothers. In fact…” I puffed out a breath. “We are lovers. I'm dating them.” “What?!” He gulped, glancing towards the side of the room where my stepbrothers were before he turned to look at me, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out from it. He blinked, rubbing his eyes as he turned once more to look at them. “You are dating your stepbrothers?” “If you look at it a certain way, we are not step-siblings. I just grew up with them. It's pretty normal where we came from. As long as there's a spark and no blood relationship, then you are good to go