The Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Step-brother and Step-sister: A drifter gets a call from his father to help him out with a favour. He asks his son to help him babysit his step-sister while he goes on a week-long vacation with his wife. After much consideration, the lonely drifter agrees. What harm can come from watching a kid for a few days? But he soon regrets his decision when he sees his step-sister is a hot sensual teenage girl. Their bodies ignite in a tempting count against the clock.

“Your sister, I mean. Or is she just quiet around me? Is it awkward for her? Suddenly getting a stepbrother?” “She should be used to it,” his tone was sarcastic and I immediately raised my brows in response. “I mean, it’s not like you’re going to be her first step brother. We’re also step-siblings.” “Oh,” that was news to me. “I didn’t know that.” “Isn’t it obvious?” he chuckled. “We barely get along.” “Why?”

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?”

I love your clothes, you look hot in them. "Is that the kind of stupid compliment, you are supposed to be saying to your stepsister." I frowned and he just laughed at me. "I'm not buying that, you are Scarlet's boyfriend and you are not supposed to be saying such a thing to me. Buzz off." I sarcastically attempted to walk away, when he held my arm. "So, you accept me as your Stepbrother." He chuckled. "It kind of feels weird, saying Stepbrother, just refer to me as your brother, since we are going to be family anyway?'

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

I nod stiffly at both of them, not trusting myself to speak without saying something stupid or revealing too much about what I've been thinking. Behind me, I hear Bryson explaining quietly, his voice carrying just enough that I can make out the words. "That's Julian. My stepbrother." The word hits wrong, landing heavily in my chest. Stepbrother. Like we're actually family, like there's some legitimate bond between us that matters. Like our parents' marriage means something more than just two people being forced to exist in the same space. For a second I want to stop and correct her. We're not really brothers. Our parents got married, that's it. We don't have a relationship, we barely tolerat

I said bluntly, letting the words hang in the air. Her eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and curiosity. “What do you mean… you don’t like him?” Her voice lowered, almost intimate, leaning in closer without realizing it. I glanced at her, catching the subtle flush on her cheeks. “It’s complicated, you won't understand. I don't really hate him, l just despise his character.” “I want to understand.” She pouted her mouth. “He’s not really my brother,” I said finally, and I saw her blink, confused. “Step-brother. We don’t share a mother. I’ve never really been part of their life the way… normal brothers are.”

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward. "Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.