Pixie Isobella

I hated my new stepbrother at first sight — or rather, since Zane is an arsehole, ever since first grope…

Zoe is excited about her mom re-marrying but that is before she meets her new stepbrother, Zane. Zane treats Zoe’s body like his own property — and, disturbingly, says he’s excited to ‘breed’ her. Zoe tries her best to resist him but somehow Zane always manages to find a way to fuck her again…

Zoe’s New Stepbrother: Chapter 1

[Zoe’s New Stepbrother contains fictional stepbrother-stepsister incest, forced breeding, non-con and submission. All characters are over 18.]

I hated my new stepbrother at first sight — or rather, since Zane is an arsehole, ever since first grope.

I met him at the wedding where my mom was marrying his dad. Zane and I were both grown up by then, of course. I was 28 and I guessed he was in his late 30s or early 40s. We were both in the bridal party and — because the wedding was a rather Big Deal — I was on my best behaviour.

Zane’s dad was wealthy — like wealthy with a capital W — and it was a bit of a catch for my loving, pretty, absent-minded mother to be marrying him. My new stepdad seemed nice enough, I guessed. He doted on my mother and genuinely seemed to be making her happy, which was frankly enough for me.

I adore my mom and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy. I knew she wanted us to be one big happy family — just like she had had before everything went wrong with my dad. She was pretty excited about me having a new brother — I wasn’t so sure, but honestly I also just wanted her to be happy.

I met Zane — the arrogant, groping arsehole — properly for the first time when the bridal party came together for photographs after the vows. We lined up and smiled again and again as the photographer called out orders, and I wanted nothing except for the ordeal to be over.

I had no idea that the handsome, hard-faced, athletic man who only vaguely resembled my new stepdad would become my new tormentor in chief.

Zane winked at me when I found myself standing next to him during the photos. I think it was actually the first time we had really made eye contact or exchanged words.

‘You’re really buying this happily-ever-after nonsense, aren’t you?’ he sneered at me under his breath. ‘Sweet little mom’s girl, huh?’

I flushed with sudden anger — I wasn’t but I was also happy my mom had found someone new. Zane, it seemed, was far less interested in his parent’s happiness.

‘I’m happy for them,’ I whispered, blushing hotter at his sceptical look.

We were going to be a family, spending Christmases and other celebrations together. I was determined to get along with him, even if he did seem a bit brusque. Even if he was sneering at me.

‘I’m only here because I don’t want to get cut out of the old bastard’s will,’ Zane said, his crudeness shocking me.

He winked at me again and then his eyes dropped lower. I realised — with more shock — that he was checking out my breasts. Suddenly, I felt as though far too much of my skin was on display in the bridesmaid’s dress my mum and I had chosen together.

‘A cute little stepsister is a nice surprise though,’ Zane leered, his eyes fixed on my breasts. ‘You’ve got good tits, girl. I like that.’

I glared at him, feeling shocked. We were family — he shouldn’t be looking at me like that or saying things like that.

‘Get over here,’ he said suddenly, shocking me as he pulled me towards him with an arm around my waist.

I gasped in shock, only to convert my expression to smiles — the photographer was nodding approval at the ‘cosy’ pose and clicking madly away. It was a big group photo and our faces were on view but very little of the rest of us.

‘You’re a nice handful,’ Zane sneered under his breath as he held me tightly against him. ‘Give me a feel.’

Then, without any warning, the palm of his hand landed fully on my breast, squeezing eagerly.

I felt my smile freeze in shock. I couldn’t push him away without making a scene, and as he continued to hold me tightly, groping my breast, it seemed he wasn’t going to stop of his own accord.

‘I guess you’re my compensation for having to turn up to this shitshow,’ he grunted in my ear, himself still smiling for the camera as if he wasn’t assaulting me.

‘Let go of me,’ I whispered fiercely, blushing hotter when I saw the photographer glaring at me.

‘Smile, darling little Z,’ Zane whispered. ‘You don’t want to give the game away,’ he chuckled, still hungrily fondling my breast.

I forced myself to relax and smile. I didn’t want to make a scene, even if he was groping me.

Zane continued to grope me during the photoshoot whenever he got a chance, only finally letting me go — with a squeeze and another wink — as the photography session came to an end. I was flushing, furious at him, but my first instinct to complain bitterly to my mom died in my throat as I saw her face filled with a mix of hectic happiness and deeply genuine joy.

‘Oh Zoe!’ she smiled at me. ‘You looked so sweet with Zane,’ she murmured, pressing my hand as she moved to stand with her new husband. ‘I’m glad you’re already getting on so well.’

I murmured something non-committal, my face burning red hot. She turned away, her whole body brimming with happiness as she looked up at my new stepfather with delight.

‘You can have a short break, Zoe,’ she said to me over her shoulder. ‘We’re doing the couple photos now. We just need you back for the grand entry in 40 minutes. Go have a rest, darling.’

I nodded reassuringly. This wedding was huge and thankfully stage-managed by a stern-looking wedding planner. We had had two rehearsals — that Zane hadn’t turned up for, of course — and I knew I would be in the right place at the right time.

Ten minutes later, I was drifting along the corridor behind the reception venue. I could hear the hundreds of guests outside talking over their champagne and hors d’oevres. My stomach grumbled. I wasn’t allowed to eat until we had made our ‘grand entry’ in front of the happy couple.

‘Fancy finding you here.’

I jumped, looking over my shoulder to see Zane standing close to me.

‘Get away from me,’ I snapped, glaring at him. ‘How dare you touch me like that earlier?’ I seethed.

‘Little termagant, aren’t you?’ he chuckled, stepping closer, backing me towards a closet filled with spare table linen and fake flowers that I guessed the venue rolled out for cheaper weddings.

He really was attractive, in a harsh kind of way — tall with broad shoulders and a physique that spoke of much time working out.

I swallowed, wondering if I dared to push him away from me. I did not want to spoil my mother’s big day. I didn’t want a scene and in the ridiculous high heels I was wearing, I might even fall over.

Hesitating was my big mistake.

‘Get in there,’ Zane grunted. He stepped closer to me again and then I couldn’t believe it when he physically shoved me in front of him into the closet. ‘That’s it, darling,’ he said as he pulled the curtain closed behind him.

I was glaring up at him in shock, unable to believe what was happening. I hadn’t really had a chance yet to process him groping me earlier, but I had pushed it out of my head, to think about later when there was less risk of upsetting my mother.

Stupidly, I hadn’t even thought of him repeating the behaviour.

Please follow me for more stories! In the real world, remember to always play safely and practise positive, informed and enthusiastic consent that is respectful of all genders.

Do you enjoy intense breeding stories?

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Jessie loves her job turning reluctant women into captive slaves known as ‘breeders’. In a dystopian near-future world, she works for the Breeding Commission, a government agency entrusted with the task of ensuring that all women comply with new compulsory breeding mandates.

Jessie is devoted to the task of detaining women who refuse to work or breed – and incarcerating them at the state-run breeding factories. Her work becomes even more fulfilling when she is given the unique opportunity to supply new breeders to the wealthy and popular politician, Lord Adrian Augustus, for his pleasure and research.

Adrian can be a good friend but he is also a cruel master – and he enjoys nothing more than fucking and breeding unwilling women. A long-time hero of hers, Jessie is immediately smitten with him.

But Jessie herself has a secret. She is an illegal virgin who has herself been evading the breeding mandates for years. In working for Lord Augustus, her secrets are about to catch up with her…

Will Jessie be able to resist Adrian’s allure? Will she persuade her boss and male co-workers that she is a valuable member of the workforce? Or will she too end up on her back, legs spread, being bred for the good of the country?

It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

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