My Secret, My Stepbrother

My Secret, My Stepbrother

Chapters: 133
Updated: 19 Dec 2024
Author: Queensley Alfred
4.6

Synopsis

Isabel and Mavis nursed a secret crush for each other at high school, but they never expected to be forced into such close quarters as step siblings. They suddenly find themselves sharing a roof, and try to navigate the complex emotions they've been trying to suppress for years. They must decide to give in to their feelings or fight to resist them. Can they keep their relationship a secret, or will it be exposed for the world to see? And what will happen when their parents find out? WARNING!!! ️ This story contains explicit and mature content. R18+

Age Rating:18+ Romance Erotica Forbidden Love Love At First Sight BxG

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Chapter 1: Back To Los Angeles | My Secret, My Stepbrother

WARNING!!! 🔞️ This story contains explicit and mature content; smut scenes, incest, violence, and BDSM. Reader discretion is advised. However, readers who are willing to explore the boundaries of fiction, and desire an immersive reading experience are invited to continue.

Please note that the author does not endorse or condone any of the actions or behaviors depicted in the story.

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When Isabel moved to Los Angeles, she had no idea that her life was about to change forever. Her new family was perfect, but there was a destructive secret lurking beneath the surface.

After her flight had landed, she made it toward the airport's exit to claim her baggage. Just then, her phone began to beep. She pulled it out, tapped on the answer button, and placed it over her ear.

"Hello, Mom,"

"Hello darling, welcome back to Los Angeles," Matilda said over the phone with such excitement.

"Thanks mom, it'll be a pleasure to meet our new family for the first time." She chuckled.

"I can imagine. Well, before you get to meet the entire family, you'll get acquainted with Mavis first. He's already on his way to pick you up."

"Mavis? Who's Mavis?" Isabel asked, her eyes rolling from side to side as she wondered. She was astonished that someone named Mavis would CARE to pick her up.

"Mavis is my husband's first son. Your stepbrother who has been anticipating your return."

Isabel had known a certain Mavis at high school. He was a tall and handsome young man with a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes. He always seemed to carry himself with confidence, and he had a way of making people feel comfortable in his presence. He had a kind heart and a quick wit, but he was also a heartbreaker and a popular playboy.

In high school, he was wanted by many girls including Isabel because of his sweet looks. Isabel didn't stand a chance and was never noticed by him even until their graduation.

Toward the end of their final academic year, she asked her best friend to help her get a prom night ticket where she would set her eyes on Mavis for the last time, forever.

Her friend ended up breaking her heart when she brought the devastating News that Mavis and his favorite girlfriend, Estelle, had the highest votes among the nominees and were likely to win the title of prom king and queen. Out of frustration and jealousy, Isabel missed the prom.

She heaved and feigned a smile before Matilda hung up the call. She briefly walked up to the baggage claim area to pick up her traveling box. This Mavis shouldn't be the Mavis from high school, please God! She begged.

Briskly, she searched her handbag for her sunglasses, wore it, and rolled her box away. As she went, she held a bag close to her side as though she had a million dollars in it.

Matilda, Isabel's Mom, had been a little lonely after her husband passed. She remarried a year after to a man who was said to rule the city. Isabel's stepfather had so much money. Enough to buy thrice the goods contained in the Erewhon market for each family in Los Angeles.

Mavis, the zillionaire's first son, had a striking testimony too. He wasn't dependent on his father's establishment like Isabel.

Rather, he was working toward setting up multi-billion dollar businesses in California's most famous cities.

For Isabel, she had no other choice than to take over her late father's adult shop. Most times, she would see little or no income since she was trying to pay off his accumulated debts.

"Ouch!" A young man exclaimed, reaching out almost immediately to sustain Isabel.

Isabel, who was lost in thoughts, just bumped into someone and spilled the contents of the bag she held so dearly. She was upheld in the air by powerful arms as the contents of her bag rolled in different directions.

Among the goods were a thin-sized dildo, strap-ons, many packets of sweet-scenting condoms, vibrators, tubes, and bottles of water-based lubricant.

She stared at the items now open to the public unbelievably in shame. She heaved and walked out of the man's grip. She was resolved to pick the items, of course, she wouldn't leave them there. That was her line of business, something that fetched her the money she used to board the plane

"I think I know what you might need," The young man said and began to unbuckle his belt.

Was he going to beat her with it or was he going to shove his member into her body in public? Why would he think that she needed his help? She wondered.

He took off his belt and went on a knee to pick up the rest of the items. When he was done, he got the bag from her and tied the opening with his belt.

"Your treasure bag is loose at this point. Else, your dildos and vibrators wouldn't spill open for all to see." He said, now looking into her face. "Now, I'll have to excuse myself and go after my stepsister who has just returned to the city."

Then she looked carefully at the features of his face. To her greatest surprise, it was Mavis, the playboy from the high school she attended.

Having said that, he made to move when Isabel took off her glasses, "You must be Mavis Mulan," She extended a hand.

He fumbled with his breast pocket and took out a photograph, "Goodness me," He shook her hand and gave her a side hug. "I should have known better, pardon me."

She smiled and held her bag closely again. "It's all fine and thanks for that," she was referring to the assistance he proffered a while ago.

"Yeah, I was moved by your simplicity. I mean, you could have abused and insulted me but you didn't."

"Isabel? Matilda's daughter?" The young man asked seeming bewildered.

Isabel nodded at him shyly as she tried to understand what fate had in store for her by making Mavis of all people, her stepbrother.

"So, now we are, step-siblings?" She asked in disbelief. She made sure to control the movement of her eyes so they wouldn't settle on his face. No, she couldn't withstand his gaze.

Mavis let out a brief laugh, "You can say that again." He reached out for her traveling box, "So, shall we? Everyone's waiting at home." Mavis said pointing toward a certain direction.

Isabel gave a noticeable gap between them as they walked to where he'd parked his Lambo.

Suddenly, a tough man stopped Isabel and began to harass her. "You thought you'd run forever, I'm glad to meet you again." He said blocking her way.

"I beg you, don't embarrass me before Mavis Mulan, we can sort this out later. I promise to pay up,"

"It's funny how you think so highly of yourself. Mavis Mulan? You are not worthy to wipe his shoes, he wouldn't even hire you as a cleaner."

Isabel nodded indisputably. "Yeah, you are right but he's coming right behind me. Can we move further from here?" Isabel pleaded with her late father's creditor but he wouldn't heed.

"I strongly insist! Pay my money, here and now or you have other choices."

"And that is?"

He gave a wicked smile, "Be my mistress, and the debts will be cleared."

Chapter 2: My New Home | My Secret, My Stepbrother

ISABEL.

"Huh?" I popped out surprised eyes at him.

"Be my bed warmer, we can discuss the details later. You look like you'll know how to handle a man like me." He gave me a teasing smile that I found boring. He wasn't the man my heart was missing, it was Jason, the man who left me for another woman.

"May I know why you stopped?" Mavis asked as soon he walked up to where we were. He's asking me to be his mistress, I meant to say but rather, I only smiled.

My stepbrother had a pair of glasses on to protect his eyes from the rising sun. He rested his hand on my shoulder as he waited for my response.

"Umm, how about you get to the car and I'll join you as soon as I'm done with him?" I asked feigning a smile that informed him that I wanted to get rid of him to face the man before me.

"Her father owes me up to eight thousand and seven hundred dollars. She's not willing to pay back." The creditor said instantly distracting Mavis.

"Do you know him?" Mavis asked as he turned to the man.

"I umm, yeah." I stammered. "He's my late father's business associate. I've told him to be patient with me while I gather enough money to clear the debts " I wanted to take care of my business alone without having to involve anyone else. And, even if I had to seek help from other people, not from Mavis.

"Aren't you ashamed to harass a lady in the open because of eight thousand and seven hundred dollars?"

"Is the amount that common? Well then, why not help her clear the debts?" He chuckled looking from Mavis to me for our reactions. Did he just challenge Mavis?

Mavis smirked and I watched as he walked away leaving me behind. I exhaled and lowered my eyes to my feet in shame. This was more than I bargained for.

"See? Did he just walk away? He left you." The creditor laughed and mocked. "I thought he was going to save you, or, do you have another savior? I told you, you've got only one choice," He laughed again and reached out to grab my collar but stopped when we heard a commanding voice.

"Hold it right there! Don't dare to touch her in my presence nor my absence."

It was Mavis. He went to and fro his Lambo and returned with a black credit card, thank goodness.

"Zero, zero, zero, two, that's the pin. Take your money, and return my card to the bank. They'll return it to me, don't pick more than you mentioned." He gave the card to him and he felt reluctant to extend a hand as shock washed over his shameless face. He was probably wondering what business he had with me to be willing to clear the debts.

"I think it was fifteen thousand and two hundred dollars. Right? Isabel?" He said in a mocking style.

Mavis suddenly pulled his glasses and held him by the collar, lifting him from the ground effortlessly. "It's me, Mavis Mulan, I do give liberally but as for you? You don't deserve my generosity. If you exceed your boundaries, you'll forever regret meeting me." He dropped him to the ground and he tottered before eventually regaining balance.

The man rushed toward me and dumped the card in my palm, "Please, can you make a transfer instead? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were serious about...," he paused and looked at Mavis again and began to walk away.

"Forgive me, Isabel." The man said as he walked away.

"Here's your card," I stretched out to hand him the card but he gestured for me to keep it.

"Use that to repay all your late father's creditors, the money there is unlimited." He said that in such a simple way without thinking twice.

"Huh?" My mouth was left open. "Hello, you don't need to worry about me. I can take care of my business,"

He opened the car door for me, "Remember, we're family. We can do anything for each other, right?"

'Anything' rang in my head. "Anything possible, sure." I concurred with a soft smile as I lowered myself into the car. "You saved me twice, I owe you one." I made the promise lightly not knowing what I was signing up for.

Mavis gave a sensual smile and licked his lips. I was watching him from the rearview mirror. From time to time during our ride, he stole glances at me but I kept still as though I wasn't aware.

God, why was he looking at me? Watching his eyes on my body through the rearview mirror made me feel giddy and hot, the chilly AC notwithstanding.

"You know," I began, so he could concentrate on paying attention to me rather than looking at me. "You don't look anything like you were at high school."

He moved his eyes from my parts to my face instantly in surprise, "Did you attend St' Brian's Highschool?"

I felt my heart crack at his question. "Yes," I responded. Gees, did he not know? Has he forgotten or never noticed me? That would be a lie though. Right? Cause if I do see him, he was supposed to see me too, somehow.

He exhaled and rubbed his beard, thinking briefly. "By scholarship," I quickly added. I knew he was wondering how my parents were able to sponsor me through high school. It was one of the top high schools in Los Angeles and only the children of the wealthy were able to afford the expenses.

"Interesting, you must be very intelligent to have deserved a scholarship then."

"Oh," I muttered and forced a fake smile. I still couldn't believe that I was in the same car with Mavis Mulan. How did Mom do it? How did she ever get a place in Mr. Mulan's heart and marry him? Move on Dear, you are not in his league and might never be. My friend's statement still replayed in my mind whenever I thought about Mavis.

"I'm sure you must have listened to the girls, they called me a playboy." He said suddenly when the chauffeur drove through the gate of the house. The gates, made of pure gold, shone brightly as the early morning sun kissed its surfaces.

I only smiled at what he'd said about being called a playboy, praying deeply that I get out of the Lambo and run into my mother's bosom.

"My Darling is home!" Mom exclaimed, walking out side by side with my stepfather from a multi-billion-dollar white mansion of over twelve thousand square feet. This was the best place to be, it looked like a semi-heaven.

For the sake of first impression, I started wondering if I was properly dressed. I shouldn't be looking ugly from the beginning, it would leave a bad impression.

"You are beautiful," Mavis said, seeing that I'd taken out a tiny mirror from my bag to look at my face.

"Thank you," I said. The car door was opened by a uniformed man. "Welcome, Miss Isabel,"

"Thank you," I said again as I stepped out of the Lambo.

Mom extended her arms and I walked into them, "It's good to be back." I said as she released her arms around me. "Meet my husband,"

"Welcome home," My stepfather wrapped his arms around me. "Thanks, Dad," he patted me on the back and released me.

For once, I felt loved and valued. I exchanged pleasantries adequately with Mr. Mulan's three sons. Jessie, Roland, and Donald, the twins. A maid showed me to my room and helped with setting up the room.

On the eve of the day, there was a knock on my door. "Dinner is served, Miss Isabel." A lady informed me as I opened the door. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute."

At the table, we were all seated for dinner except Mavis. After waiting for a while, Mom gestured for me to fetch him. Why me? A maid could easily get him and not me but for the sake of my stepfather, I pretended as though it was an exciting task.

In the hallway, I sent an SMS to Mom's phone: MOM, DON'T DO THIS EVER AGAIN! But, she replied with a confused emoji.

I walked down the hallway to Mavis' room and found that the door was left open. I simply pushed it and boom, what a sight to behold. Unaware of my presence, I made it inside his room and found him lying face up.

A young girl who appeared to be living inside his room for a while was over him, his naked cock buried deep down her throat. Her hands moved up and down his length, as she sucked the hail out of him.

Instantaneously, Mavis' eyes sprang open. God! He caught me.

"Isabel!" I bounced his door and ran toward the dining room. "Isabel, please!"