Stepbrother's Dark Desire Novels & Stories

She had even dropped comments on some of them. “God, I wish this were me so bad. I have a yummy stepbrother. I wish he would just push me on the ground and rip my pussy.” “Damn sis, you want me to fuck you so bad?” Dylan hissed, reaching down to untie his sweatpants. He glanced around the slightly messy room, imagining his naughty stepsister watching these videos, wishing it were her instead. He imagined her sprawled on her bed, spreading her legs wide while rubbing her perfectly manicured fingers over her slick pussy.

Since they already came, they will find this strange that he wants to speak to me in private. Let's not forget the fact that he did fuck me once in front of my father—maybe not directly in front of him, but my father and brother were out the door listening to him, and they couldn't do anything about it. How did I even fall in love with someone like that? Is it true that I have a fetish of loving people with dark minds? “I feel like eating you up right now,” Damien declared. I pushed him away quickly. “Be serious. My brother is out there waiting for us. Don't tell me you're going to do what you did last time. You won't gain favor like that.”

Her lips trembled before she whispered, "You… know him?" I swallowed hard, my throat dry. He’s my brother. I want to say it but I fucking need a clear information so I need to… Deny. “I'm his friend.” Gabrielle gasped softly, her face paling. The old man, however, had the opposite reaction. His shock quickly morphed back into rage. "Then you are connected to him!" he growled. His hands curled into fists again, his eyes filled with renewed fury. "Then tell me where the b

" I didn't want to get involved in that madness. She looked at me expectantly. "Come on, if we do it, we'll be amused." Silvi looked desperate. I let go of her hand on my arm. "I'm not interested." "Stop acting like a saint Vanessa." She made me stare at her intently. His words had quite an effect on me. "I'm not a saint." You don't know that I'm dating my stepbrother. "Did you forget that I have a girlfriend?" She made a long face, looking at me with a sharp and slightly cursing look. "Ah, bitch!"

Damn it, I wanted to bring him up and make him kiss me, but he pulled my hands away from his head and then placed them beside the bed, then delved in deeper. Damn it, pleasure eluded my body, as my thighs felt the most concentrated. I was back to moaning and trying hard to stop myself from making any noise. My eyes went back to the door, which was not closed but slightly open. Any second from now, someone could walk in and I would be caught with my stepbrother sucking my cunt under my skirt, but I didn't want him to stop; it felt as though my entire happiness lay on my urge to cough in his mouth.

"Shut up and fuck me, brother. Or are you still too scared of Daddy's ghost?" The word "brother" sent a dark thrill through me. We weren't blood, but the family label made it filthy. Step-siblings bound by a marriage that ended in blood and betrayal. I ripped the robe off her completely, throwing it into the rain. Her tits bounced free, heavy, perfect D-cups with dark areolas I remembered sucking raw as teenagers. I bent down, biting one nipple hard while finger-fucking her faster, my thumb grinding her clit. She came violently, squirting down my hand, her screams echoing into the empty foyer. "Yes! Harder, you bastard!"

"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."

"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—"

didn’t push him away. I didn’t scream at him to stop looking at me with those sinful brown eyes. I didn’t want him to stop. Maybe I was fucked up, but I wanted my stepbrother to finally give in after two years of torture. How the hell could I want him to fuck me when all he had done was torture me these past two years? I scurried back to the headboard and pulled my knees to my chest. It was wrong, so damn wrong that I felt so pulled to him that I would allow myself to be with him like this again. He was an asshole, a player, and worst of all, my damn stepbrother. Seizing my waist, he slipped his fingers under my sweater, gazed between my legs, and smirked at my black silk panties that I def

"This is going to sound so wrong, so weird... I... I have feelings for someone I really shouldn’t." I bit my lip hard, watching her expression twist in anticipation. She almost burst out laughing but held herself back. "Girl! What is it? BDSM? Poly? Tell me!" I swallowed. "My stepbrother." "Holy flipping balls. Your what!?" "I know! It’s insane!" "Yeah, it is—but hey, you only live once. So... is he hot?" "Hot? He is sin. Like, walking temptation. Honestly, it’s exhausting... How do I stop myself from getting turned on just thinking about him?"