Stepbrother's Novels & Stories

"How to touch yourself. How to suck cock. How to ride. How to make a man lose his fucking mind. And most importantly — how to come so hard you forget your own name." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "But you're my stepbrother." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "And?" He raises an eyebrow. "We're not related by blood. Our parents have been married for three years and we've barely spoken ten words to each other. The only thing between us is a piece of paper." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He's right. I know he's right. But still— _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

The man I had just spent the night with. The same freaking Lorenzo who had fuck me senselessly I could still feel him is my mom's step son…. My stepbrother? A smirk on his face as he offered me a handshake. “I'm sure we will get along just fine, if not more than fine”.

“That is one of them right?” My stomach dropped hard. I reached for the phone but he moved faster and picked it up first, holding it just out of my reach. Another message popped up right then and the preview showed part of it clear as day. “Miss that tight pussy already sis. Come home soon.” The whole room went completely quiet except for the sound of my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. Noah stared at the screen then slowly looked back at me. Realization hit his face hard. “Stepbrother?” he said, voice flat but with disbelief cutting through every word. “That is the one you could not name? Your own stepbrother?”

The alcohol buzzed warm through my veins, loosening every inhibition I’d spent years building up around him. Ethan. My step-brother. Twenty-one, home from college, and still the only guy who could make my pussy throb just by walking into a room. We weren’t blood-related, our parents had married when we were teenagers, but that didn’t make this any less wrong.

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick The silence in the grand, unfamiliar house was a living thing, vast and echoing. My new parents, so kind and overwhelmingly cheerful in their efforts to make me feel at home, had left abruptly for an emergency business trip, leaving me alone with him. My stepbrother, Liam. We hadn't really talked since I arrived a week ago. He was older, maybe twenty-one, with a quiet intensity that was both intimidating and strangely captivating. His presence just loomed, even when he wasn't around, a constant, heavy weight in the air.

I nod stiffly at both of them, not trusting myself to speak without saying something stupid or revealing too much about what I've been thinking. Behind me, I hear Bryson explaining quietly, his voice carrying just enough that I can make out the words. "That's Julian. My stepbrother." The word hits wrong, landing heavily in my chest. Stepbrother. Like we're actually family, like there's some legitimate bond between us that matters. Like our parents' marriage means something more than just two people being forced to exist in the same space. For a second I want to stop and correct her. We're not really brothers. Our parents got married, that's it. We don't have a relationship, we barely tolerat

A man soon approached and leaned against the counter beside me. “Hey beautiful… Long time no see.” I creased my brows and tried to recall his face. “Victor,” he said with a sleazy grin. Lisa’s brother. “Oh… hello,” I replied politely, forcing a small nod. “Your stepbrother and my sister are getting married. Now we’re becoming family too,” he said, his smile turning strangely intimate and unsettling. “I must say… it’s going to be interesting.” “Yeah… That’s so,” I replied quietly, keeping my voice low and uninterested.

He pulled out slowly, cum dripping from my used ass and pussy. “And one more thing,” he whispered, tracing a finger through the mess leaking from me. “Your stepbrother Simon is a founding member. He’s been waiting for his turn with you.” My stepbrother was part of this? How many people from my life had been secretly watching and planning to ruin me on stage tomorrow night?

"I've seen women like you before." My patience was wearing thin. "I don't know what impression you have of me—" "I know exactly what kind of woman you are." She looked me up and down."I suppose that's why moving from one brother to another doesn't bother you. I suppose because they're only stepbrothers, it makes no difference to someone like you." Stepbrothers? My thoughts came to a screeching halt. Stepbrothers? Okay so Theo wasn't just Damien's brother. But...Stepbrothers?