Stepbrother's Punishes Me Everynight Novels & Stories

I could never forgive myself for losing my mind like that last night. “Stop calling me a witch!” I was supposed to enjoy breakfast in a beautiful place, but my stepbrother had to be so freaking annoying. “I can call you anything I want,” he concluded, finally standing. I noticed he had already emptied his plate. “It was fun talking to you. See you tonight, witch.” ***

Chapter 3: All Three of My Stepbrothers Destroy Every Single Hole and Turn Their Nerdy Stepsister into a Dripping, Cum-Soaked Family Fucktoy The power flickers again, plunging the living room into firelight and shadows. I’m still aching from Jax’s fingers when Ryker corners me near the fireplace, his massive cock already out and rock-hard. “On your knees, little sis. I know what you’ve been doing with my brothers. Time to service the last one.”

“I will call our men.” Our men. The words sound foreign to me. Terrifying. I have never heard them refer to anyone has “our men” rather it's their father who has lots of men. Tonight, I'm really seeing a very dangerous dimensions of my stepbrothers. They just killed a man but they act like it's nothing at all to them…..no remorse, no emotions, no guilt. They killed him like it's their right to take his life. Everything that’s happened tonight feels like a nightmare painted in blood and shadows. I hope I am dreaming.

When I opened my eyes again he was staring at me with amusement all over his face as he turned and walked out of the room. I let out a deep breath as the embarrassment washed all over me and when I touched myself, he was right. My stepbrother was making me wet but no it wasn’t the one I have always longed for or wanted but the psychotic step brother who would do nothing but see me in pain. ********* I spent the rest of the day inside my room as I tried to avoid Killian . My mind still went blank whoever I thought about his words to me. My parents stood beside each other while Nicolas stood beside Leah.

It so hard to force down my breakfast when I could feel their eyes on me. While I tried to ignore their horrible stares, I also struggled to keep Newton’s hand from sneaking into my panties. Newton is my step brother and he is Liam’s Best Friend. He is the worst of them all, he treats me just as bad as the rest of the family. He tortures and humiliates me in front of his friends and family, but when no one is looking, he tried to get into my pants. Like, right now…

"I told you when you left, didn't I?" Stephen looked at me before turning to Kuya. "I just want to talk to Alyana--" "Do you want to shoot my brother because of you!" Big brother was very angry with Stephen. "If you don't want me to punch you, you better leave!" Wow Brother, you are brave, on my birthday, Stephen punched you and you didn't do anything. But I'm happy because he calls me brother now, it's nice to hear that. "Oyy oyy why are you here! Stephen's face is so thick." Camille suddenly arrived.

“Good girl. You heard her. Escalate. Make my little sister scream for her big brother.” The next wave hit harder. The tattooed man from earlier returned with a paddle. “Time to warm that ass properly.” The first crack landed on my exposed cheek—loud, stinging, sending fire across my skin. He didn’t stop. Harder. Faster. Alternating sides until my ass burned bright red and I was sobbing with need. Each impact jolted my clit, making more slick gush out. Fuck, everyone can see how wet my stepbrother makes me. I’m leaking like a desperate cunt in front of strangers because he owns me.

“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…”

I look behind me to find that Ryan and his supposed friend are almost hanging off of each other, they are whispering and laughing to each other and I look away in nonchalance. “I don't control what your brother does and what he doesn't do.” I tell the judgemental little girl in front of me. “Obviously you don't.” The little shit says and I'm honestly beginning to get annoyed. “You brother is oppressor and I'm the one getting judged. If you are that pissed at the idea of what your own brother is capable of, why don't you go judge him instead of sitting here and acting like some know it

“Babe, I get it. I do. He screwed up. But you’re not hurting him by saying no. You’re just giving him one less chance to fix it.” Isabel stared at her knees. “Besides,” Jenna added lightly, nudging her, “what if your stepbrother is some awkward trust fund nerd with acne and social anxiety? You’ll survive.” That earned a faint smile. “Why are you like this?” “Because if I don’t make you laugh, you’ll wallow. And if you wallow, we’ll be late to the club, and then I’ll be poor and pretty with no makeup money.” Isabel leaned back into the couch, her thoughts tangled and raw.