All Chapters of MY SISTER IS A NYMPHOMANIAC : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12:Isabelle's point of viewam still lying on the sofa, to scroll through my Instagram news feed distractedly, when my phone vibrates between my fingers. Arthur's name is displayed on the screen. A smirk takes shape on my lips. I pick up, slowly bringing the phone to my ear. -Hi you, I said in a sweet voice. On the other side, his deep and slightly hoarse voice answers me:- Hi, beauty. I close my eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth of his tone. I like the way he pronounces his words, as if he undressed me just with his voice. -I miss you, he blows. I smile, amused. - Oh yes ? I whisper, biting my lip. - Yeah. I want you tonight. A thrill travels my body. It's been a few days since I felt the warmth of a man against me, that I did not let my senses surrender. And Arthur… Arthur knows exactly how to make me vibrate. I take a look at the bathroom door where Élodie is still locked up. My heart is beating faster, a soft and burning anticipation spreads in my veins.

Chapter 14From Elodie's point of viewThe week had spent faster than I would have imagined. A whirlwind of white nights, empty coffee cups and scratched leaves with frenzy. I had no longer counted the hours, or even the days, as I was absorbed by the finalization of my memory. And now we were there. Monday morning. The big day. I set my reflection in the mirror of my room, trying to calm the light tremor of my fingers. My tailor was perfectly adjusted, my make -up discreet, but sufficient to hide the dark circles dug before my eyes. My heart was drumming in my chest. - Everything will be fine, Élodie, stop panic, said Isabelle, approaching behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and pressed me gently, a reassuring gesture that brought me a little to reality. I blowed a blow, but the anxiety remained hung on to me. - You don't understand, Isa. I worked like crazy for this memory. White nights, coffee to be more than one, doubts, stress ... all for this moment. I turned to h

Chapter 16From Elodie's point of viewMy heart was beating at an maddening speed. My fingers tense on my dress betrayed my anxiety. There were only two people left before me, and still no trace of Samuel and Isabelle. I cast for yet another glance towards the door, hoping to see them appear. But nothing. I felt panic getting into me. What if they didn't come back in time? What if I had to climb up up there without this essential part of my memory? My throat has been able to. I was screwed up. One hand landed on my shoulder, making me start. - Breathe, Élodie, whispered one of my comrades sitting next to me. But how did you want me to breathe when my future was at stake? I gave my teeth, ready to lose hope, when the door opened finally. My gaze immediately fixed on Isabelle, who advanced a quick step towards me, a document in hand. An indescribable relief invades my heart. I rushed to myself and grabbed the leaves she held out. - THANKS ! THANKS ! I whispered, my gaze oscillatin

Chapter 18Elodie's point of viewThe lukewarm water slipped on my skin, marrying each of my movements while I let myself go against Samuel. Our bodies floated slightly, rocked by the soft ripples of the pool, and our lips were sought in a delicious languor. His warm breath mingled with mine while our kisses became deeper, more sensual. There was an exquisite tenderness in the way he took his time, touching my lips before capturing them again, as if he wanted to savor every second. Underwater, his hands explored my back, sliding slowly on my thrilling skin. My fingers clung to his neck, caressing the line of his shoulders before descending along his chest. Each contact, amplified by the fluid caress of the water, made me shiver. We turned slowly, carried by the invisible current that our embrace created. Everything was slow, mastered, but intensely electrifying. The universe around us was fading, there was only the feeling of his skin against mine, his lips that tasted mine, and th

Chapter 20Samuel's point of viewShit. What is she doing to me, this girl? I was fixing the screen on my phone, the breath slightly jerky. Isabelle's video was looping before my eyes, and mess ... She knew what she was doing. His body was enveloped in a soft light, his shiny skin with an indecent sensuality. Each movement seemed calculated to make me lose my head. She passed one hand along her hip, touching her skin like a forbidden caress, and I felt this warmth get into my belly, diffuse in all my being. - Fucking… Isabelle, do you want to drive me crazy or what? I whispered in the silence of my room. I wanted to turn off my phone, forget this video, ignore the visceral desire that burned me. But no. Instead, I still looked at her, my eyes devouring each curve, each thrill of her body. I could almost feel her perfume, hear the murmur of her breathing, like that day, when she had abandoned herself in my arms. Part of me wanted to call her, ask her what she was looking to cause