All Chapters of Stop Appearing In My Dreams, Brother-In-Law: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

​The bedroom was thick with the heavy scent of perfume and sweat. Elena’s hands were wrapped tightly around my neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she tried to pull me closer, desperate to erase the distance of the past week.​But my mind wasn't entirely in the room.​Even before the faint sound rattled the wood, I had already caught it: the subtle, shifting of a shadow cutting off the dim light leaking under the bedroom door.​A cold, vicious thrill shot straight down my spine. Lisa.​She was standing right out there in the dark. The realization didn't shock me; it delighted me. My sweet, innocent little sister-in-law was standing in the hallway, listening like a perverted little slut to her sister and brother-in-law having sex. It was so filthy, so incredibly lewd, that the sheer thought of it made me hit a new wave of arousal.​Knowing she was listening, I intentionally shifted my weight, driving deeper into Elena. I let my own groans slip out—low, guttural, and louder t

The hallway was dead silent as I moved down it, the cold hardwood floor smooth beneath my bare feet. The adrenaline and the sheer heat in my blood had completely taken over, so I threw caution out the door for now.​I turned the handle to Lisa’s bedroom door. It gave way with a tiny, barely audible click. I slipped inside and shut it behind me.​Lisa was in bed, lying on her side, fast asleep. The room was dark, but my eyes had already adjusted. I walked over to the edge of the mattress and stood over her for a second, watching the quiet rise and fall of her chest.​Slowly, I reached out. My palm landed flat against her thigh. Her skin was warm, making the heat in my veins spike instantly. I slid my hand upward, the fabric of her shorts bunching up under my fingers until my palm hit the hem. I leaned down and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. It hit me like a heavy, intoxicating drug. I was completely unhinged.​"Lisa," I called out hoarsely but she did not respond.​I dipped my we

Lisa's POVThe next morning, the bright morning sun pierced through the gaps in my curtains, hitting my face and forcing my eyes open. My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and my throat was completely dry, as if I had spent the night shouting into a void.​I groaned, attempting to roll over, but a sharp, deep ache blossomed right in the center of my lower abdomen.​I froze.​My hand instinctively traveled down to press against my stomach. It felt heavy, tender, and intensely sore from the inside out. My mind instantly flashed back to the chaotic, suffocatingly intense dreams of the night before. I remembered Adrian’s heavy weight pinning me down, the rough texture of his hands, the feeling of him filling me completely, and the terrifying thrill of him telling me to stay quiet so Elena wouldn't hear us.​It was just a dream, I told myself, my heart hammering against my ribs as a cold sweat broke out across my forehead. It had to be a dream. He was with Elena.​I pulled back the blanket a

Even if I didn’t feel better, I could not admit it. To admit that his touch made me feel anything other than perfectly safe would be to confess to the sickness festering in my own head. It would mean acknowledging that a part of me was actively burning under the weight of his hands.​"Yes," I choked out, the lie tasting like ash on my tongue. "Yes, thank you, Adrian. I... I feel much better now."​I placed my hands flat against his chest, intending to gently push myself away, to put a safe, respectable distance between us before I lost my footing entirely. But Adrian didn’t let go. His arms remained wrapped tightly around me, a solid, unyielding wall of muscle that easily countered my subtle resistance.​"Good," he murmured, his voice infuriatingly calm, though his thumb continued its slow, torturous rhythm against my hip. "I’m glad. You had me worried, Lisa. When you grabbed Elena like that... it almost felt like you were trying to escape."​A cold sweat broke out across my collarbon

Lisa's POV A few days passed, and the house gradually transformed into a beautifully designed torture chamber.​Adrian didn’t touch me. Not the way he had that morning in the kitchen, and certainly not with the suffocating weight that had pinned me to my mattress in my sleep. In fact, he pulled back entirely. The dreams that had left me waking up wet, needy, and aching stopped appearing, and I only saw traces of Adrian in my dream smiling at me. He never fucked me.And this left behind a cold, hollow void that felt infinitely worse. Instead of the relief I should have felt, a frantic, pathetic desperation began to take root in my chest. I found myself lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, and then at some point, I wondered if I had been toyed with in reality and none of that was a dream.There was a possibility that the Adrian I knew was not so innocent after all.So I waited, hoping to hear the floorboards creek outside my room door, secretly begging for