Stepbrother's Novels & Stories

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

I can sense that he wants to talk, but has something on his inside, betraying his lips by clamping them tightly shut like they are invisibly glue with gum. Rising to his feet, he stares at me with those ocean blue eyes I've got, takes a deep breath, then walks towards where I am, on my wheelchair. "He's your step brother. He's the reason why you're here in this state." I stay completely still, confused, beyond shocked and damn clueless. WTAF!? "Step brother! You never mentioned any step brother to me."I accuse the moment I find my voice. My chest starts doing a turmoil on my inside, as I force my breath to stay steady. And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother'

Steven ordered, and we leaned closer to the device, gathered in a tight circle. “I can’t believe this happened! I am so fucking mad! I could kill her!” An unfamiliar voice came from my step-brother’s phone, freezing my blood. “He proposed to her, and she had the stupid…oh, she is so brave! She never learns! He. Is. Mine. Damn! Why is this so hard to get inside her tiny brain?”

Orion was curious, as Caspian was not the type of man who was easily attracted to women. "He's the stepbrother I told you about." Callista replied with a smile. She was very proud when she said that Caspian was her brother. Of course, the man was very handsome and had a good job; only his attitude was very annoying. "Wow, I didn't think that I would meet an old friend in this kind of situation. You're going to be my brother-in-law, so please cooperate." Orion said with great emphasis; he squeezed Caspian's shoulders quite roughly.

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

He caught me staring and I hurriedly turned away “That thing you do, feel satisfied and then push me away, you did the same thing when I was in your room last time” “That's because I didn't know what to say, I still don't know what to say Shawn, I just fucked my brother” “Step brother” he corrected walking back to take his seat after handing me a glass of water. “Potato-potahto,same thing. it would kill both our parents if they found out, And what are you, like 10 years older than me? It's wrong”

Sam. He simply flashed his perfect teeth, unfazed by my glare. "You don't have to worry," he said, his voice confident and calm. Standing there in a white singlet and black shorts, his rough, sexy hair messy and undone, he looked breathtakingly handsome. It was infuriating. Why did he have to be my stern, infuriating stepbrother? "I would do you the honors of showing you to your room," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't need your favors," I snapped back. He smirked, "We both know you’re lying.”

I exhaled slowly, pushing off the doorway, ready to lock myself in my room for the night, when a low chuckle stopped me. “You should have at least pretended to care,” Nathan’s voice drawled lazily from the couch. I turned my head, glaring at him. My stepbrother lounged with a cocky grin, his long legs spread out, an expensive whiskey glass in hand. He was everything I despised—rich, arrogant, and born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His dark hair was tousled, his sharp features unfairly attractive, and his eyes, a shade lighter than Ethan’s, danced with amusement.

Because now I was confused. Now I was trying to remember if he even looked like me. Or if we shared any kind of resemblance. Or maybe this was some mafia coded metaphor. “Brother” in that loyal and blood oath way. But no. He clarified still calm and still watching me like he was bracing himself for me to explode. “I’m your stepbrother. Your dad I mean your real dad, he’s my father. We share him but we have different mothers.” He added like that softened it.

As Adam and Maxine wove through the jostling crowd, the energy surged around them, humming from the excitement of the games. Adam turned to her, his face still wreathed with his playful grin. "So that's your brother?" he asked casually, though a note of curiosity seeped in. Maxine flashed him a glance, correcting him in a trice. "Stepbrother," she clarified, with perhaps just a hint of sharpness in her tone-not because she was snappish but because she didn't want misconceptions.