Stepbrothers Dirty Little Secret Novels & Stories

“Fucking my stepsister on Mom and Dad’s bed while someone is watching us.” “I love it,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder. Claim me here. Make me yours on their sheets.” He pounded me harder, his thick cock slamming into me with deep, possessive strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of his cum-filled pussy filled the room. “You’re my dirty little stepsister,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Taking your stepbrother’s cock on your parents’ bed like a good slut.” “Yes! I’m your slut. Fuck me. Fill me again.”

We were still the same two people who had always burned too hot for anyone else and refused to be the first to look away. I closed my eyes, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart against my back, the lingering deep ache between my legs, the undeniable truth of what we were now: stepsiblings under the same roof, tangled up in something dirty and hungry and impossible to kill, while the rest of the family slept only a few doors away. My dirty-minded Mafia stepbrother. You’ll be the death of me.

“Not when you’re the dirty little secret. Not when you’re the girl I sneak around with and fuck while your brother is downstairs. Say it.” “I’m— ah— the dirty little secret—” “Whose?” “Yours.” Jake groaned and fucked her harder. One hand stayed locked around her wrists. The other wrapped loosely around her throat. “Again. Clearer.” “I’m your dirty little secret,” Lila gasped. “I’m the girl you fuck behind my brother’s back—” “That’s right.” His thumb pressed against the corner of her mouth. “And you love it. You love being the secret I can’t stop coming back to. Beg me for it.”

He seemed much hotter and really handsome than his dad, and even my faulty eyes could tell. "This should be the last one, boy. Punctuality really matters," Spencer stated, with a smile on his face when his son got so close, but I could sense the sternness and displeasure in his voice. Mother was just smiling. "Dabby, this is Damien. Damien meet your sister Dabby," Spencer continued, and I retreated a bit to look at the daunting stepbrother of mine. The aura was too familiar. Too familiar. My eyes raised up under my glasses to see who it was, and I could feel my head spin in activation to fainting. I wanted to lose my mind or have an attack, so that someone would wake me up and say that it wa

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 leans closer, till I feel his breath against my ear. “I want to fill the dirty fantasy in your head, stepsister.” I could step back but there's nowhere else to run to this time. I hated him and I wanted him all at the same time. My panties were soaked, my eyes barely able to turn away from him every time he prompted me to answer, prompted me to tell him the one thing that I knew that I could never let him know. I wanted to give myself to him so badly theblast few years of our lives had been torture,nknowing that only a room away my sexy my stepbrother lay sleeping.

I knew Logan was rich but not this rich. Logan Sullivan, my soon-to-be stepfather, rose to his feet the moment we entered the grand living room. He was tall and that stance screamed power and wealth. But I barely looked at him because flanking him were two young men. Mom hadn't mentioned anything about two extra people. She must've noticed me staring at them like an airhead because she patted my tense shoulder. “Ruby, these are Stephen and Nathan. Stephen, Nathan, meet my daughter, Ruby. They'll be your new step brothers.”

I exhaled slowly, pushing off the doorway, ready to lock myself in my room for the night, when a low chuckle stopped me. “You should have at least pretended to care,” Nathan’s voice drawled lazily from the couch. I turned my head, glaring at him. My stepbrother lounged with a cocky grin, his long legs spread out, an expensive whiskey glass in hand. He was everything I despised—rich, arrogant, and born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His dark hair was tousled, his sharp features unfairly attractive, and his eyes, a shade lighter than Ethan’s, danced with amusement.

Both the brothers were staring at him. Their looks were burning holes through my body and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me, I want to use the.....”, “We are done with eating, you going to use the one at home”, My mouth dropped open when I turned to the one who cut me off in mid sentence. ALEXANDER! I glared at him with anger fuelling in my body. “There is a washroom at our home, STEP SISTER” , He emphasised the word step sister with a smirk on his face. “Huh”, I became speechless.

I lift my head and meet James' eyes, and he looks just about perplexed as I am. "Andrea?" I call in confusion as I revert my gaze to her. And is she smiling? She beams as she closes the distance between us and grips my shoulder. "Elizabeth! I should have known you had something up your sleeves, you sneaky little thing! Do you have any idea what this means?" I arch my brow in silence, stunned by her reaction. "You’re fucking your stepbrother! Behind your parents' backs! That’s so rebellious and freaking sexy!" "Okay, not too loud now." I chuckle awkwardly as I look behind her to make sure no one else will be walking through that door.