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Piper is in love with Cory. It started as an innocent childhood crush that eventually grew into deep feelings. They have known each other since Piper was 5, and Cory was 9, but Cory doesn’t feel the same way; he’s always treated her more like a little sister, and with good reason. She IS his little sister! Well, step-sister..
When Cory comes home for their father's funeral, emotions are running high, and what starts as a little bit of sibling comfort soon turns into something more…
Something that's so wrong but feels so right…
-------------------------------------------------------PrologueWalking in through the front door, I slammed it with my foot behind myself while I attempted to juggle all the shopping bags full of gifts I had just spent the day getting….Some somewhat begrudgingly. It was so strange and a little triggering to go Christmas shopping for family and friends and not getting anything for the most important person that WAS in my life. The most constant person that WAS in my life…
…my father.
The man who raised me single handedly for years after my mother died. Sure, he met and married my stepmother, Anne, when I was 5, but he never stopped being my number one, and now he is gone.
How did it feel like so long ago yet like yesterday all at the same time? Thinking of my dad still made my heart hurt like I'd lost him all over again.
Shaking my head, trying to think of something else, I headed for the stairs and went up to my bedroom to hide the seasonal purchases before Mum could see them.
I had just finished stuffing the last bag under my bed when there was a knock at the door, and Mum poked her head in before I even had the chance to tell her she could. I hid my announcement well as her big, bright smile appeared wide on her face.
‘What's with the grin?’ I asked, curiously, my own smile growing automatically to match hers. She took that as an invitation and stepped fully into the room.
‘So, I just got off the phone to Cory-’ At the mention of his name, my smile fell a little, but I quickly replaced it with a fake one, and luckily, she didn’t notice, ‘-and he’s coming home for Christmas!’.
‘Oh’. I heard the disappointment in my own voice, ‘Oh!’ I repeated with some more fake enthusiasm, but she noticed.
‘What's wrong?’ She asked. I just shrugged while shaking my head and averted my gaze away.
‘Nothing. Just… He hasn’t been home since Dad's funeral. Thought he was too busy for family time these days’. I mumbled. I heard mum sigh, but didn’t turn to look at her. Instead, I made myself busy, tidying up my bed, grabbing the clothes I had left there this morning while I was trying to figure out what to wear.
‘Piper, you know that’s not true. He’s just busy’.
‘Too busy for family?’
‘Well, at least he’s coming home for the holidays, please, play nice with Sarah, we don’t want a repeat of what happened at the wake, now do we?’ She asked, but it was rhetorical. She didn’t want me to answer. I cringed internally, remembering the screaming match I had with Cory’s girlfriend in the middle of our lounge at my father's wake a few months ago… and then entirely different feelings filled me when I remembered what happened after that. ‘Piper?’
‘Huh? What?’ I asked, trying my best to, again, forget. ‘Right, right, Sarah. Fine. I’ll play nice’. I assured my mother, before adding, ‘If she does’.
After giving me a final stern look but not verbally responding, Mum headed out of my bedroom again and closed the door. Once she was gone, I dumped the clothes that I had in my arms that I had just picked up, down onto the floor and flopped onto my bed. Letting out a groan when I hit it a little too hard and pulled my pillow under my chin.
I can’t believe he’s bringing her to Christmas!
Remembering everything that happened last time instantly made anger flare up inside me again. She is just such a mean, spiteful bitch, I don’t know why Cory puts up with her. Why was he even still with her?
After how she acted?
After what she did?!
After… What WE did?
I bit my lip to stop a small groan escaping, and closed my eyes, remembering his hot hands on my body and soft lips on my skin. Every secret touch. Every forbidden lick. Every taboo kiss. After wanting him for so long.. No, craving him was more accurate; to finally HAVE him was something that I couldn’t believe, even when it was actively happening.
To have Cory inside me, making love to me, taking my virginity, after having such… confusing feelings for him for so long, just… didn’t seem real.
…And now he is coming home, with his girlfriend, for the holidays, and I’m going to have to pretend like he didn’t give me everything I wanted but can never have again.
What we did would NEVER happen again, it will forever be our little, forbidden secret, because let's be honest… I could never tell anyone I spent the best night of my life… in the arms of my brother…
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VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE: This story does NOT contain incest in the storyline. This story is about a forbidden, secret relationship between a STEP brother and STEP sister, however going forward I won’t be putting the word ‘’step’’ infront of brother, sister, mother or father as the family has been together for so long, they consider each other ACTUAL family even though there is NO BIOLOGICAL RELATION except for Benjimin and Piper and Cory and Anne.
This story will also contain extremely detailed and graphic sexual content!!
I want to make this clear to save any negative comments regarding incest relationships, but also, this is a FORBIDDEN story in the FORBIDDEN LOVE COMPETITION. Please bear that in mind. Thank you, and enjoy.
Chapter Four Like god knew today was already a shit day, the heavens had opened, and the rain was coming down heavy… But I still didn’t move, and bless Cory, trying to be a good brother, he didn’t say a word to try to convince me to leave yet. ‘I miss him so much’. I mumbled out loud, not sure if he actually heard me at first, but the reassuring squeeze he gave my shoulder told me he did. ‘Me too, Pipes, Me too’. Sighing sadly and sniffing my now blocked-up nose, I pulled away and looked up at him. He looked back down at me with a soft, sad smile. His eyes were the deepest shade of blue... And so freaking beautiful. I wish I could just… tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him down and kiss him right now, but I couldn’t. Of course I fucking couldn’t! He was my fucking brother! I just shook my head and looked away before I did something absolutely stupid, but he put a finger under my chin and turned my face back to look at him. A quiet gasp caught in my throat, and for a tiny,
Chapter ThreeI kept my eyes firmly out of the window as we drove to the church. I couldn’t bring myself to look forward and see Dad's coffin. As we passed, random people on the street would stop and look on with sympathetic glances. Eventually, I had to turn away from those, too and just started down at my hands in my lap, my fingers twisting and turning in an attempt to distract myself. All too soon, though, we pulled in, and the car came to a stop, and we got out. Cory, along with my Uncle and a few cousins, stood and waited for everyone else to head inside. They were his pallbearers. ‘Sarah, you can go inside’. Mum told her sternly, but politely. She didn’t argue; she headed in with other members of the family. The faint sound of music started inside the church, and I reached out to wrap my arm through Mum's. We were going to support each other. I finished, looked up and watched as Dad's coffin was slid out the back, and the guys grabbed the handles, before they started the shor
Chapter TwoI just stood, staring at myself in the mirror. Looking over my outfit of choice, it was as good as anything else. Mum gave her seal of approval, and it was… nice, I guess? But at the end of the day, It was a dress I brought for a reason, I’ll wear it once and then hide it away in my closet and never wear it again. How could I? The painful memories that will be attached to it after today. I never wanted to even see it again, let alone wear it. With a final nod of self-approval, I walked over to the dresser and slid on the bracelets and put in the earrings when there was another knock at the door. ‘Come in!’. I called, attacking the earring backs as Cory opened the door and came in, closing it behind himself. I couldn’t help but take a moment to look him over. He was wearing a black suit with a matching black shirt underneath. His top few buttons were open, exposing the beginning of his chest tattoo. The familiar feeling of attraction started to bubble up in my stomach and
Chapter One I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I didn’t need to look at my clock to know it was late enough that I should be sleeping and earlier enough that I shouldn’t be awake, but how could I sleep right now? In a few hours, my alarm would be ringing, waking me up so I can start my day, get dressed, have some breakfast… bury my father. He had passed away recently from cancer. A long, hard battle for everyone in the family. So we knew it was coming at some point, but it didn’t make things easier, naturally. I broke my heart every single day to see him like that, and then one day he was just.. Gone, leaving a massive hole in the family and my heart that seemed to grow deeper and more painful every single day. …and what would be making an already terrible day worse was that my brother, well, step-brother Cory, would be arriving home in the morning. He was away at college at the moment. He flew back a few times over the past few months, but not as often as I knew Mum or dad
Piper is in love with Cory. It started as an innocent childhood crush that eventually grew into deep feelings. They have known each other since Piper was 5, and Cory was 9, but Cory doesn’t feel the same way; he’s always treated her more like a little sister, and with good reason. She IS his little sister! Well, step-sister..When Cory comes home for their father's funeral, emotions are running high, and what starts as a little bit of sibling comfort soon turns into something more…Something that's so wrong but feels so right… -------------------------------------------------------Prologue Walking in through the front door, I slammed it with my foot behind myself while I attempted to juggle all the shopping bags full of gifts I had just spent the day getting….Some somewhat begrudgingly. It was so strange and a little triggering to go Christmas shopping for family and friends and not getting anything for the most important person that WAS in my life. The most constant person that WA







