Stepbrother: Impossible
(Steamy Step Taboo Romance)
Ruby Nicks
© 2015 Ruby Nicks
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All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination.
Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented are 18 or over and are not related by blood.
All characters depicted in these stories are over the age of 18 and are not blood related.
The following is intended for mature audiences only, and includes several scenes of a graphic sexual nature.
About This Book:
Table of Contents:
Stepbrother: Impossible
A Message From Ruby
Stepbrother: My Burning Desire (excerpt)
Also By Ruby Nix
Stepbrother: Impossible
If there was a list somewhere of the things you shouldn't do in this world, sleeping with your stepbrother would probably be right up there near the top. Perhaps between killing someone and robbing a bank. Sometimes it's fun to break the rules though, and at other times, it's completely impossible to avoid it altogether. I know when we adopted my little brother, he wasn't meant to turn into my personal sex toy, or even my 'ready at any time' lover, but sometimes these things are meant to be, and that's exactly what happened to us.
I was a miracle baby, so my parents never tired of telling me. Not only was my conception a near complete medical impossibility (my mother had been thought to have had an incomplete and therefore completely non-functional womb from birth), my birth, trapped several feet underground while an earthquake rumbled on above us, and with my mother already unconscious, was described by the national press as an 'act of God.'
When they dug us out, having been stuck for several days without hope of ever being rescued, I was apparently lying calmly on my mother's chest and sucking my thumb. My mother had no recollection of having given birth, and every doctor up and down the country pronounced my survival as against all pre-conceived knowledge and expectation.
My picture was plastered all over the press, and for a good couple of weeks I was the most famous, most recognisable baby in America.
When my mother decided to expand the family, and try again for another miracle baby, the results weren't any where near as promising. Visits to the doctors ended in tears, and x-rays of my mother's womb showed a mess inside her that should have never been fit for her first baby, let alone any attempt to try again. She was told by one particularly obnoxious specialist, that the sun had already shined on her once, much stronger than on any other person he knew. He told her to appreciate her miracle daughter and get on with her life. That was when my mother decided to adopt.
My father was against it first of all, but when he realised that he could choose both a boy, and someone that had been toilet trained already, he was over the moon. Finally, he thought, he'd have someone to accompany him to football games, someone to pass on all of his worldly wisdoms to, and most importantly, male solidarity in what was a female dominated house. I expect he wasn't thinking as well, that the boy would be a perfect sexual partner for his daughter, nor that his perfectly sized cock would fit expertly into both his daughter's vagina, and her tight little ass-hole.
The process took longer than my parents had expected. I think when my dad thought about adoption, he imagined walking around a room full of cages, much like a dog rescue home, pointing at the boy he
(Steamy Step Taboo Romance)
Ruby Nicks
© 2015 Ruby Nicks
If you would like to receive exclusive content and be the first to find out about new releases, please sign up for my mailing list
All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination.
Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented are 18 or over and are not related by blood.
All characters depicted in these stories are over the age of 18 and are not blood related.
The following is intended for mature audiences only, and includes several scenes of a graphic sexual nature.
About This Book:
Table of Contents:
Stepbrother: Impossible
A Message From Ruby
Stepbrother: My Burning Desire (excerpt)
Also By Ruby Nix
Stepbrother: Impossible
If there was a list somewhere of the things you shouldn't do in this world, sleeping with your stepbrother would probably be right up there near the top. Perhaps between killing someone and robbing a bank. Sometimes it's fun to break the rules though, and at other times, it's completely impossible to avoid it altogether. I know when we adopted my little brother, he wasn't meant to turn into my personal sex toy, or even my 'ready at any time' lover, but sometimes these things are meant to be, and that's exactly what happened to us.
I was a miracle baby, so my parents never tired of telling me. Not only was my conception a near complete medical impossibility (my mother had been thought to have had an incomplete and therefore completely non-functional womb from birth), my birth, trapped several feet underground while an earthquake rumbled on above us, and with my mother already unconscious, was described by the national press as an 'act of God.'
When they dug us out, having been stuck for several days without hope of ever being rescued, I was apparently lying calmly on my mother's chest and sucking my thumb. My mother had no recollection of having given birth, and every doctor up and down the country pronounced my survival as against all pre-conceived knowledge and expectation.
My picture was plastered all over the press, and for a good couple of weeks I was the most famous, most recognisable baby in America.
When my mother decided to expand the family, and try again for another miracle baby, the results weren't any where near as promising. Visits to the doctors ended in tears, and x-rays of my mother's womb showed a mess inside her that should have never been fit for her first baby, let alone any attempt to try again. She was told by one particularly obnoxious specialist, that the sun had already shined on her once, much stronger than on any other person he knew. He told her to appreciate her miracle daughter and get on with her life. That was when my mother decided to adopt.
My father was against it first of all, but when he realised that he could choose both a boy, and someone that had been toilet trained already, he was over the moon. Finally, he thought, he'd have someone to accompany him to football games, someone to pass on all of his worldly wisdoms to, and most importantly, male solidarity in what was a female dominated house. I expect he wasn't thinking as well, that the boy would be a perfect sexual partner for his daughter, nor that his perfectly sized cock would fit expertly into both his daughter's vagina, and her tight little ass-hole.
The process took longer than my parents had expected. I think when my dad thought about adoption, he imagined walking around a room full of cages, much like a dog rescue home, pointing at the boy he
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