Stepbrothers Can't Resist Temptation Novels & Stories

The kind of quite that fills your lungs until you forget how to breathe. I crossed my arms, pretending I wasn’t shaking. “So what is this, huh?” My voice came out croaky, still edged with tequila. “You come to play hero now? Or are you just finishing what your brother started?” He didn’t answer right away. His jaw flexed once, then again. When he finally spoke, his voice was low but stern, but dangerous in the way still water hides a current. “I don’t want his scraps.” He shot me a look, and something in my chest stuttered. “I want what’s mine.”

"This is wrong! He’s my stepbrother and I hate him! He’s cruel, he’s disrespectful and he makes my life miserable. But why can’t I tear my eyes away? It’s like I’m hypnotized, staring at his body, dammit!” Oh no! This can’t be happening. I am not attracted to him. Yes, he has a nice body, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a terrible person. And I shouldn’t be admiring him. He's my stepbrother for Pete’s sake! I can’t be lusting over my freaking stepbrother!

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.

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

Escaping from the darkness that had held me, I found myself in a scene that made me wish I could pass out again. I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes—my garments were scattered across the carpeted floor. And the person clinging to me, the one completely naked as well, was my stepbrother, Marco. "Why are you here? Let me go!" He didn’t answer, only thrusting his fingers deeper. It felt like I had been cursed; my body went limp. My bare skin was pressed against his solid muscles. My desire not only failed to subside but seemed to grow stronger. "Now that you're awake, let's finish what we started," he said. "Don’t be afraid; I’m only giving you the antidote, Harper."

Adrian, being all unintentionally charming, had turned our simple tutoring into a chaotic mess. My brain was doing backflips trying to figure out why he had to complicate things. It's just a movie, right? But then I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was more than that. It felt like a puzzle with missing pieces, and I wasn't sure if I even wanted to solve it. I mean, he's my stepbrother now, and we're supposed to be all cool with each other. But there's this weird feeling, like maybe he doesn't get how families work.

My body betrayed me, heat pooling between my legs despite the sharp edge of danger that came with his touch. Getting touched by two identical brothers on the same day? I couldn't imagine myself. It was even worse that these two brothers are— were my brothers. “I see you,” he murmured. “I see the way you want to fight me. The way you want to prove you can take back control.” His fingers pressed between my legs, over my panties, and I sucked in a breath. “But you can’t.” He sounded so sure. Like he knew he had me exactly where he wanted.

Didn't he realize that it was firmness and resolve, not submission and regret, which would make an impact on someone like Alpha Brock? My brother, a mixture of concern and levity in his voice, rushed to my side. "Your weeks from a straitjacket in Dad's eyes, Stephi," he joked, proposing an impromptu run with our wolves—a rare invitation I accepted with a nod. At first, I refused to hand over the keys to my prized possession, engaging in a tug-of-war, but I eventually yielded to my brother's demands. As I took a seat in the passenger side, I was certain my brother could perceive the bond between Brock and me. I knew I couldn't conceal it from him; he always had the ability to see right throug

“He’ll show up this time. I just know it. I can’t wait for us to be a real family again.” “Me too,” I lied, throat tight. We talked for another minute about travel plans before I hung up. When I looked back at the table, both twins were watching me. “Still no clue who your new stepbrother is?” Daisy asked. “Nope.” I shoved my phone into my pocket. “He’s dodged every single meeting. Maybe he’ll finally appear at the wedding. Who knows.” Daniel leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Well, whoever he is, I hope he’s not as much of an asshole as Damian Prescott. You’ve already got one rich jock complicating your life.”

Stephan chuckled. Chugging the whole contents down his throat, he threw it away. Striding towards the bench, he took a seat. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his hair cling onto his forehead. “You good, buddy?” Stephan asked, taking a seat next to him. Humming, he wiped the sweat from the towel. “Doesn't seem like it.” He sighed. Elias, gazed at him. His older brother looking at him with concern. Elias and Stephan had a bond. A very special one, to be exact. They both lived for each after their sister died that day. Only they knew along with Ryder, that she was raped and kidnapped in the alley by a gang of hideous older drunk man.