Stepbrother's Novels & Stories

I watch him walk away and the I look at my love and I see him still staring where his brother was. Then I hear him whisper “Stephen” Stephen that’s what his brothers name. Alex’s brother Stephen. It looks like the original alpha is back Alpha Stephen.

This is so wrong, he’s my stepbrother and our parents are literally right there watching us splash, but my pussy is throbbing and getting wetter every time he rubs it against me. He just laughed low in his throat and wrapped one strong arm around my waist underwater, locking me against him while his other hand yanked my bikini bottoms hard to the side again. “Shut up and take it, you little slut. Your cunt’s been dripping down my fingers since I first shoved them in you. Feel how hard you made my cock? That’s your stepbrother’s dick rubbing all over your sloppy pussy because you’re such a horny fucking mess for me.” His voice was rough and filthy right against my ear, and he thrust his hips

“I was cruel.” The Liam who stood in front of me was a different person from whom I was familiar with. And it was surprising to me. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, holding my plate tightly. “Because I don't want us fighting. We are step-siblings now, so we have no other option than to cooperate and be at peace with each other.” His words sounded awkward in my ears. And from the way his body language came off, I knew his words didn't also seem usual to him.

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”.

“I can't give you details. It's classified.” “C'mon…give me something.” “If there's anyone you should be talking to, it's your NEW stepbrother over there.” “I've been here longer than you ever have, buddy.” Cassian mutters. “I'm not your buddy.” “That's right. You're my BROTHER.” “Oh my fucking God…I just got this job, and I'm not losing it over some petty emotions.” I clasp my hands together. “Lucas, you've always been my brother…before everything else. If there's a storm coming, I need to know. For old times sake…”

And her brother was helping her get away with it! She glanced at him. He was fighting the impulse to close his eyes, but doing so would prevent him from seeing his hot topless sister who was masturbating in front of him. His eyes were already constricted to tiny slits. Stephanie grinned, appreciating the sincere awe and attraction her brother had for her through her fog of want. And she was forced to admit that she felt a strong attraction to him as well. She retracted her glance to his abdomen and once again pondered her brother's immaculate cock's extreme length and thickness. She didn't believe she would be able to enclose it with her fingers if she were to take over his stroking. It appe

“And my son is going to love you. He’s always wanted a brother.” I froze. “I’m sorry… did you say son?” “Yes,” she laughed like it was the most normal thing in the world. “He’s at a frat party at the naval academy tonight, you should go too. I know you’re starting your summer job tomorrow, but you’ll meet some students, maybe bond with your new stepbrother.” I swing toward my dad. “You didn’t mention a stepbrother.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I… figured you’d meet him soon enough.”

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

His large hands cup both sides of my face, and his thumbs slowly brush my tears away. “We’re never letting you out of our sight again.” Fuck. I want to kiss him so bad. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t feel all these filthy emotions clawing through me. He’s still my stepbrother. We’re still… family. It’s wrong. It’s awful. It’s… Fuck it. I lean in, rising onto my tiptoes, and crush my lips against his. Oh my god. His soft lips part instantly, welcoming me like he’s been dying for it too.