Stepbrothers Can't Resist Temptation Novels & Stories

"The is nothing to talk about. I told you I love you and you did not say it back." "Because you are my brother!" "Step brother," he corrected me "It doesn't matter Daniel. The guy that has been taking our photos. Sooner or later, the culprit will Start making demands and we will give in to those demands because its obvious that we do not want this to get out in public because we know what it will do to our parents."

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.

Should prepare myself for this new reality. Instead, I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend Jules. SOS. Send help. Send wine. Send an escape plan. Her response was immediate: That bad? Worse. I'm living with Satan in a Suit. The hot stepbrother? I groaned. Don't call him that. You said he was hot. I said he was objectively attractive. There's a difference. I hate him. Sure you do. Send pics of the mansion. I want to see how the other half lives.

“…at the end, the Midnight Wolf Pack would gain more than them, and we would get their alliance and loyalty to the Pack.” “RedMoon Pack are known for their fraud and scams, and you want us to do business with them.” The other brother asked. He didn’t seem quite interested in me either, and I could barely even remember what his name was. “Because we can outsmart them,” I said, and they stared at me. “How?” Alpha asked, and I pointed to the plan I had drawn out. “With this, we beat them to their own plan. They came to us before, they took over five million from my father. So I know what I’m talking about.”

What was even more embarrassing was the fact that he walked in to meet my pillow still in my mouth. Wrong Timing Bro! What does he want anyways?? What is he doing here? Is he here to repeat what he said last night? I could literally just scream out in response and go lock myself in the bathroom. And I seriously don't care how weird it may seem. A girl is allowed to freak out... Especially if her mother's new husband's son just might've said the L word to her. I still think step brother is an easier way to address him but I'm not ready for that discussion yet.

He looks like a man who has been dragged to the middle of everything with no way out. “Maturely?” mom screams. “She’s all proper and meek but she is such a slut. Sleeping with your stepbrother, how much lower can you go, Ahvi?!” “Stepbrother?” I ask unbelievingly. How dare she? I clench my fist and step towards her like there’s a cloud of thunder and lightning over my head, and my eyes blaze with anger. “Are you seriously going to keep pretending, Mom? Are you going to stand there and continue to lie to my face like you have always done since the freaking day you had me?”

“You want your stepbrother to fuck you in the kitchen, baby? Want me to ruin you right here?” “Yes. Please. Liam—” He groans, yanking his shorts down, cock springing free. He teases my entrance with the tip, just enough to make me sob. “Say it,” he commands, voice dark. “Say you want your stepbrother to fuck you.” I hesitate, embarrassment and arousal crashing together, but I want him more than I want to breathe. “I want you, Liam. I want my stepbrother to fuck me. Right here.”

Tristan continued, his voice steady, "But it wasn’t because I hate you. I could never hate you, Aiden. I hated... this situation. I hated the fact that we’re brothers. Of all the things we could’ve been to each other, 'why' brothers? That’s what I hate the most." Aiden's eyes met Tristan's, his words stirring something inside him—a quiet joy that made his stomach flutter. But it didn’t change the unshakable reality. They were stepbrothers. That fact couldn’t be altered, no matter how much they wished otherwise. For the first time, Aiden found himself agreeing with Tristan, and the thought made his heart ache even more. What could possibly change the fact that they were brothers? Without anot

~ELENA~ I try to school my expression but I'm frozen at the base of the mansion steps, staring like a complete idiot. Triplets. My new stepbrothers are goddamn triplets. And I made out with one of them. One of them. My brain short circuits. Yes, they're identical, but they're not the same. The one on the left wears a black suit like he's born in it. He doesn't smile. Don't blink. Just watch me with cold, expressionless eyes.

We’d been neighbors for five years—we were just college students back then. Meanwhile, I met Gavin three years ago. I was surprised to find out that the grumpy, hot guy living across from my apartment was actually his brother. “I just don’t like you, that’s it.” “Too bad. I like you.” I winked. “Too bad for you too. There’s no way in hell I’d like you back.” “Really?” I took a step closer to him. Slowly, I let my hand glide across his chest sensually. “Is it because of your brother?” I asked again. “We were over for almost five months. Come on. It’s not like you care about bro codes, do you? That’s so pathetic.”