Stepbrothers Dirty Little Secret Novels & Stories

Sienna's POV The place is finally cleared out. The last half naked girl clutches her heels unlike her dignity and stumbles out the front door with one eyelash hanging on for dear life. I shut it behind her with a sigh so sharp it could slice a diamond. My brother, Stephen, better known as Stink, lounges on the couch in basketball shorts like it’s his personal throne. He cracks open a Sprite, looking every bit like the star of MTV Cribs: Couch Crasher Edition.

"Then perhaps making it business will help your memory, little sister." I was stunned. I almost forgot that he was now my stepbrother. "W-What kind of business?" I asked. His eyes moved from my face and slowly lowered to my body. My eyes grew larger. He chuckled when he saw my expression. "What a slut! You just thought I wanted your dirty body, didn't you?" I bit my tongue, trying to control my emotion. What was wrong with these two Kingston brothers? They thought I was dirty! It was not true. I never had any physical relationship with anyone. I could be poor but not a slut.

I am sure my stepbrothers are surprised tonight at how nasty and filthy I am, but this is just me giving them a reason not to make me choose amongst them. I wrap my arms around Nico's shoulders and pull him closer. “Come on, you horny motherfuckers. Show me what you have got and get this greedy slut fucked.” So this is how it feels to talk dirty?? It feels so good and natural and I should have started this a long time ago. It is not just me consumed by my body now. My stepbrother's heads are out of the picture, their dicks controlling their minds. They pound me hard like animals, shaft to shaft as they share one pussy.

“And I'm sorry.” Trevor moved forward, his eyes hard. “Why didn't it work out?” “What?” I frowned. “You know, I was patient with you. Even when you have me a bunch of cock and bulk stories…” “What?...I don't know what you're talking about.” “Oh,no need to hoe anymore. I know you're fucking your stepbrother.* My eyes widend. “What? Are you insane?” “You didn't deny it.” he cocked his head to the side.

A thin trail of smoke drifted into the air. "Control yourself. "Don't show that face when we get home," he commanded coldly. "If you breathe a single word to your mother about what happened today, I cannot guarantee the safety of the people you care about out there. Do you understand?" I could only remain silent, hugging myself in the middle of that desolate loading dock. Not only was my stepbrother mysterious, but he also occupied the highest position in the food chain I had just entered. "Let’s go," he said, pulling the car door open roughly. "Enough drama for today. We need to dispose of the evidence of this car."

Only dark, thrilling anticipation. Brandon’s laugh vibrated against my throat. “Then they’ll see you getting fucked by the men who own you. Let them watch. Let them see exactly what you are—our desperate little slut who needs both our cocks to be satisfied.” The filthy words sent lightning straight to my clit. This was reckless. Dangerous. Forbidden in every possible way. Fucking my stepbrothers was a line that, once crossed, would destroy everything. There would be no coming back from this. No pretending it didn’t happen. No normal family dinners or casual conversations.

I opened my mouth to say something anything but nothing came out because yeah what do you even say when your biggest dirty secret just flashed right there in black and white for the one guy who was supposed to help fix this mess. He finally looked up at me and his voice came out low and rough like he could not decide whether to laugh or throw the phone across the room. “Stepbrother. Ava your own fucking stepbrother is the one texting you about missing that tight pussy. Jesus Christ Ava. You have got to be kidding me right now.” I snatched for the phone but he yanked it higher and stepped back so I almost tripped over my own feet trying to grab it. “Give it back Noah come on this is not funny

I’m close, so close but then my eyes flutter open and that’s when I see him. My door is wide open, light creeping in from the hall and Vaughn stands there with his arms crossed. I scramble for my phone and end the call, my eyes landing on the smiling creep at my door. He must have used a spare key. His face is unreadable, but his eyes, sharp and predatory, are fixed entirely on me, on my frantic exposed hand. Shame washes over me and my throat closes up. My stepbrother just caught me touching myself. On my first night in their house, with a fucking phone in my other hand.

It felt strangely unfair that the world could keep moving so normally while mine had flipped upside down in less than forty-eight hours. The weight of keeping it all inside felt too heavy to carry alone anymore. I let out a ragged breath and rubbed the back of my neck. "No. The stepfather is fine. He's actually an old neighbor from when I was a kid." I took a shaky breath, finally dropping the real news. "And apparently, I have a stepbrother now." Leo stopped chewing mid-bite. He blinked, swallowed hard, and nearly choked on his drink, slamming the plastic cup down onto the table.

"The three of you—with her? What will people say? The press, the board, society... if word of this ever gets out, it will destroy this family's reputation! You are supposed to be siblings for heaven’s sake!” Lucas slams his heavy palm onto the table, making the silverware rattle. "It's unnatural! It’s a scandal waiting to break! You are stepsiblings, for God’s sake! How do you expect to explain this to the world? What are you going to tell Penelope when she grows up and realizes what kind of household she’s being raised in?"