Stepbrothers Dirty Little Secret Novels & Stories

“You inherit the exact house we both grew up in. The one where I used to lie in my bed jerking off night after night, imagining bending you over the kitchen island, spreading those perfect legs, and fucking the entitlement right out of you. You’re going to let me move back in. And you’re going to pay the debt your perfect parents left me with—on your knees, on your back, bent over every piece of furniture in that house, wherever the fuck I want it.” Lila’s thighs clenched harder. The taboo of it hit her like a physical wave—stepbrother, the boy who used to yank her pigtails and call her “princess” mockingly, now a hardened man staring at her like he wanted to ruin her completely. The word “b

He kissed me slow and possessive, tongues tangling as we caught our breath. “You’re mine now,” he whispered against my lips, finally pulling out and watching his cum drip from my used holes. “Every fucking night you’re home, this body belongs to your stepbrother. Pussy, ass, mouth. All of it.” I smiled, clenching around the empty feeling, already craving the next time. “Good. Because I’m not stopping. Even if they catch us one day.” Footsteps sounded faintly downstairs again, someone restless. We froze, then laughed quietly, tangled in each other’s arms. The risk, the sin, the constant hunger for my forbidden stepbrother only grew stronger. This was our dirty secret, and it was far from over

I asked, trying to sound angry even though my voice shook a little. Lucas didn't smile. He held the phone tighter. “Why are you acting so suspicious? What the hell are you hiding, Ethan?” His question made me pissed off. Who did he think he was? He had no right to question me like this. Yes, he was annoyingly good looking. His messy hair and strong jaw always made my stupid heart race. But that didn't mean he could control me or demand answers about everything in my life. We were stepbrothers. We were messing around in secret. That was it. Or at least that was what I kept telling myself.

Cassian hands pressed on my dress, trying to get me out of it, while Damien hands roamed, teasingly with a claim on my body. Another moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. I wiggled out of my dress. There was no going back… I was going to fuck these men that I hated… my stepbrothers. And the worse part, there was no place I’d rather be!

He pulled into the parking lot of my dormitory and switched off the engine. The rain was getting heavier. “He wasn’t going to leave you alone. I know men like him. He will keep bothering you till you accept him again.” “So you decided to tell a lie so big it could ruin us.” I inhaled. “Did you forget, Hayden? We are step siblings. What should we do if anyone finds out?” “Calm down, Grace.” Hayden grabbed my shoulders, turning my face so I looked at him. “No one is going to know. Moreover, we are not related by blood.”

“You can keep saying that, but we both know the truth. You’re living in my house now. Walking around in these little dresses. I’m supposed to act like I didn’t have you screaming my name all night? Like I didn’t ruin you for anyone else?” I shifted in my seat, thighs pressing together. “This is hell. I came here for a fresh start after catching my ex cheating. Not to lust after my new stepbrother. We have no choice. We pretend it never happened.” He leaned in closer, voice rough and filthy. “Pretend all you want, Pinky. But when you’re touching me during therapy, I’m going to remember how you sounded when I spanked your ass and fucked you from behind. How you begged for more.”

“Oops, I forgot what you do best is chase after men that gives zero fucks about you. Wannabe queen bee.” “Oou…” someone blew a low whistle behind us, and her face flushed. “How dare you?!” She lurched forward, to slap me when a boy stepped in. “Accept defeat, Sab. She won this round.” “Whatever,” she flipped her hair in the air before storming off dramatically. The boy turned to face me, an amusing smile gracing his lips. “So, you're Asher's stepsister,” he muttered. “Depends on who's asking,” I said, making my way to my locker as he trailed behind me.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”