Breeding Lesson with My Twin Stepbrothers Novel – Chapter 1 “You better stay the fuck away from Grayson and Everett. I don’t care if they are your stepbrothers or not, back the hell off.” “This campus doesn’t want you here, you nerdy bitch, Clara.” Those sorority bitches shoved me out of the lecture hall for the third time. This time, I was holding my laptop and slammed straight into the wall. “Fuck you! You—” I didn’t get to finish. The blonde bitches suddenly changed their tune. They looked at me with a fake smile. I turned around — and there he was. One of their dream guys. My stepbrother, Grayson. However, I didn’t expect him to help. I was ready to keep fighting for myself. But he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. He walked so fast, I tried my best to keep up. It only makes me more angry. “This has nothing to do with either of you,” my forehead was throbbing, and now my wrist hurt from his grip. “You’re just my stepbrother.” “Let go. It’s just a small scratch, don’t pretend, Grayson.
You and Everett are both assholes.” Total fucking assholes. If it wasn’t for them messing with that stupid cheer squad, I wouldn’t have this cut on my forehead. They only ever bring me trouble. Grayson’s face turned icy. “Shut up, Carla.” “Don’t think that because you’re a famous campus geek I won’t spank your ass.” I immediately shut up. Because Grayson really would do it. When I was ten, I ran into his room during a thunderstorm out of fear and accidentally broke his sports trophy. He spanked me then. Besides, at this university, Everett and Grayson were big shots. These twins were not only my stepbrothers. They were also billionaire heirs, rowing athletes, and the dream boys of countless girls. They knew a lot of things on this campus. But there was one thing they’ll never know. Since middle school, I had secretly been one of those girls too. I had secretly loved them for a few years already. Grayson held my hand. He gripped it so tightly that my palm was sweating. My heart was racing.
Because he hadn’t held my hand like this since I was fourteen. I shouted loudly to cover up my nervousness. “You can’t treat me like this. Did Everett make you do this? You’re just big brother’s little follower.” Grayson didn’t say a word. He was practically crushing my hand. He dragged me straight into Everett’s president’s office. The door slammed shut with a bang. Everett glared at him disapprovingly. “I just spoke with the lawyers. They’ll make sure the guy who attacked Clara gets expelled.” Damn it. I felt a little touched, which I shouldn’t. Everett was a total control freak. And Grayson was undoubtedly a violent thug. I was lost in thought when Grayson grabbed my waist without gentleness and threw me hard onto the big leather couch. I let out another cry. “Hey, I’m wearing a skirt.” I tried to ignore my pounding heart and pulled down my flipped-up skirt. I told myself it was nothing. Grayson had called me a little chick at pool parties, and Everett had mocked every one of my boyfriends.
They definitely had no interest in my thighs. Grayson was kneeling between my legs, opening the first-aid kit. He roughly grabbed my chin and lifted my face. “Let me see your wound.” “You don’t have to do this. I can take care of myself,” I frowned. “Why is it so hard for you to let me help you, Clara?” he growled as he dabbed antiseptic on the cut. “You treat me like the enemy.” Everett walked behind the couch and placed one warm hand on my shoulder. “You should be a good girl and let us take care of you, Clara.” I clenched my thighs. “I never treated you as enemies! You’re just my stepbrothers!” “And I don’t need to be a good girl. I’m not a kid anymore!” “You’ve looked down on me since we were kids, and now you suddenly care? It’s too fucking late!” I kept yelling at them. I was both angry and hurt. “I wanted to pretend I didn’t know you when I got to college, but now everyone knows!” “I’ve been bullied and beaten up multiple times because of you two!” I wanted to run away.
Because I had no idea how to deal with them — these two guys I had looked up to for so long. How was I supposed to tell these two perfect guys that their nerdy little sister had wet dreams about them during puberty? That she touched herself thinking about them. Because when I was ten and afraid of thunder, they slept with me. At thirteen, they gave me their competition prize money to buy an expensive computer. At fifteen, they started driving me to every party. And at prom, they took turns dancing with me. Damn it. To them, I was just the girl who always wore oversized hoodies, ran around the kitchen barefoot eating giant ice cream bars, and coded all day like a dork. I almost cried. I shouted, “I hate you. You always want to control me.” “You just want me to quit coding, stop being a pathetic nerd, and turn into some obedient slut who does whatever you say, right?” The antiseptic stung hard. I pushed against Grayson’s chest. “Ow — Grayson! Stop it.” He pressed the bandage down too firmly, his big hand gripping my bare thigh. “Stop squirming, dammit.” I glared at Grayson, my pale cheeks burning. “You two have always been like this.
You don’t care about what I think at all.” Grayson suddenly surged forward, wrapping his thick arms around me in a rough hug. His big body pinned me back against the couch as he buried his face in my neck, breathing hard. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, lips brushing my skin hot and angry. His hand slid up my bare thigh, squeezing possessively. I froze completely, my mind going blank. And Everett didn’t give me time to think clearly. He pinched my cheek, tilted my head back against the couch, and then kissed me deeply and dominantly. At the same time, his hand slid down and cupped my breast through the hoodie, squeezing firmly. “We do care about you, Clara,” Everett murmured. “We’re not angry about anything you do.” “But I’m angry that you got hurt.” “And you do not trust us.” “So did Grayson. He was really upset too.” While Everett breathed against my ear, Grayson shoved my thighs wider apart and started kissing up my inner thigh, hot open-mouthed kisses that made me shiver.
Everett said softly against my skin. “We never wanted any of those blondes or brunettes. You’re the only one who’s perfect for us.” Grayson sucked a mark high on my thigh, then another even closer. His fingers traced the edge of my soaked panties before yanking them aside. He whispered, “We also know how you touch yourself in your room.” Everett added, “And you called our names.” I whimpered and tried to close my legs. “No… don’t say anymore…” Grayson didn’t listen. He pushed two thick fingers straight into my dripping pussy, stretching me open in one firm thrust. I gasped sharply into Everett’s mouth, back arching hard. No… this is wrong… They’re my stepbrothers… But it feels so good…