Stepbrother's Novels & Stories

The way his eyes lit up when I touched his head, like something so small meant everything. And that hug—tight, desperate, like he didn’t want to let go. I pressed my palms to the tiles. “No,” I muttered under my breath. “Stop thinking about it.” He was nineteen. My stepbrother. That was it. He was just a kid trying to be supportive because this house had been hollow since Dad’s coma. He wanted me to feel like I wasn’t completely alone. That’s all. And he wanted to remind me about what he will do to Brandon.

“ I missed you , I told her as I tried to hug her , but instead she pulled back without sparing me a glance . “ you step brothers said you have been Nothing but stupid and you have spent money of the nights out, I haven’t been gone for more than two months and you can’t just control yourself . “ That's not true , you know it” my voice came out more silently than I can ever imagine . “ what’s not true , no you tell me what is true, and what isn’t , Are you trying to tell me that your brothers are lying , I know you are become so unruly of yourself but not like this .

“So, you have a 30-year-old brother? How did you know?” He patted his slack's pockets, frowned and got to his feet. “I'm coming.” He hurried back to my room and returned with his phone. “Max reached out to me.” “Max?” I frowned, tilting my head to the side. “Who's that? A worker?” “My stepbrother,” he muttered under his breath. “I don't know how he got my line ID, but he sent a text, and we chatted for a while. He didn't know Leon had another child aside from his mother's children.”

Simone walked almost reflexively up the stairs to her place. She had to pinch herself a couple of times to make sure she was awake… and lo and behold, it was no dream. William, her stepbrother whom she had been daydreaming about since her college days, had asked her to be his lover.

He winks. My blood boils, his words sound normal, composed, but it's almost a threat, an invitation to rebel. Im not taking it. Once is enough. I’m going to ignore his existence from hereon out, and maybe just maybe he’ll give up on pestering me. “Wow,” Arielle sighs. “Protective stepbrother is a serious understatement.” I force a shaky laugh. “Don’t worry about him, he’s just a pain in the ass.” “Aren’t all brothers? I have four.”

But even after that, I stayed glued to the ground, my back against it as I stared at him. "I was thinking," Kaelen says, sitting up and fixing his gaze on me. "About what you said last night, about how we can't do this and about how I'm your stepbrother." "Kaelen—" "We're not really brothers, Leo. Our parents got married, but that doesn't make us family. Even if it does, it's not the way it counts." "It counts." "Does it?" Before I realized, he was standing now and walking toward me. Like some predator who knows its prey has nowhere to run…damn, so I'm prey?

I just find him amusing that he believed what I said. That wasn't so hard after all. While eating, the vanilla-like fragrance is lingering in my nose. It must've been from his sweatshirt that he absolutely looks so hot wearing. Wait, what? "By the way, Eve." I just waited for him to continue talking. "Tomorrow is my step-brother's thirtieth birthday. I want to invite you. Will you come?" I finished eating the fried chicken on my plate before speaking. "You have a step-brother?" I am surprised, but I don't sound surprised at all. He nodded at me, "Yeah, we're step-brothers because we have the same father." How come I didn't know that? They have the same father, so it means that they have diff

She wasn't happy when I brought Anita up, and I wasn't in the mood to listen to her whining, so I didn't tell her what I was really thinking. I missed Anita, though, a whole lot, but I also knew that she was right. Our parents were about to be married, so we would legally be step-siblings. Even if we didn't have blood between us, people would talk if they knew we were together, and it might hurt our parents too, now that they were about to get married. "Evan!" I groaned. "I got you, just be quiet, it's distract-ing." "You're already distracted," she scoffed. "Drive already." I kept my mouth shut and drove us to the wedding venue.

you know my mother is drugged out of her mind the kids are asleep I have seen you give a blowjob before now make me happy" Oh my God which mean he's been following me who knows for how long a small sick part of me gets excited I can't explain it this is my Stepbrother who's seventeen I am twenty one I could go to jail. My thoughts are disturbed when he frees his huge erection he brings my face closer the other hand grips his erection slaps me with his huge erection.

He seemed much hotter and really handsome than his dad, and even my faulty eyes could tell. "This should be the last one, boy. Punctuality really matters," Spencer stated, with a smile on his face when his son got so close, but I could sense the sternness and displeasure in his voice. Mother was just smiling. "Dabby, this is Damien. Damien meet your sister Dabby," Spencer continued, and I retreated a bit to look at the daunting stepbrother of mine. The aura was too familiar. Too familiar. My eyes raised up under my glasses to see who it was, and I could feel my head spin in activation to fainting. I wanted to lose my mind or have an attack, so that someone would wake me up and say that it wa