Brother Sister Romance Books Novels & Stories

“It’ѕ fіnе, mе аnd mу brоthеr still bісkеr аll the tіmе. Wе hаvе ѕlоwlу started to gеt bеttеr, but hе ѕtіll hаѕ the аbіlіtу tо rub me uр thе wrоng way.” “Brothers hаvе thе knасk оf doing that. I hаvе two аnd thеу are so оvеrрrоtесtіvе іt’ѕ аlmоѕt еmbаrrаѕѕіng. The curse оf bеіng thе уоungеѕt gіrl, I ѕuрроѕе.” Corinne ѕіghеd. “Aww, thаt’ѕ sweet though.”

I continued, voice dropping lower, “they don't beg for it. They don't claw at his back, wrap their shaky legs around his waist, and scream his name while he ruins them. Sisters don’t just take their brother’s cock, they don't squirm and whimper like needy whores, milking him with their dripping little cunt until he fills them up with every drop of his cum. They don't let their own brother pump them full, breeding them deep while they shake and cum all over him.” I finished the last button and leaned in until our faces were only inches apart, my breath brushing her lips. Her eyes fluttered, her whole body trembling against mine. I could smell how soaked she was, how badly her body wanted exac

~Emily's POV~ His handwriting was neat—too neat, every word deliberate. The first few lines were dated two years before we met. The words were ordinary at first: notes, appointments, meetings. Then I turned a page and froze. She reminds me of Lisa. Not in how she speaks—but in how she defies me. Foolish. My breath caught. I turned another page. Control is the only way to keep peace. They don’t understand that. They never do.

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

Her eyebrows twitched ever so slightly, but she didn’t speak. I went on. “Her name was Isabelle Beaumont. We were together for three years. She was the first woman I ever thought about settling down with. We were already designing our future, and I was stupidly, and recklessly in love.” My jaw clenched, but I forced myself to continue. “Then… I found out she was sleeping with Damien.” Selena’s lips parted slightly, shock flickering through her expression. “What?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. My own brother. I walked in on them. He didn't even show any form of remorse.”

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I drag the smoke deep into my lungs and exhale toward him, a baptism of ash. My brother is moving faster than I planned. Too fast. It’s time for Plan B. And for that I need Ricardo. **************** AUTHOR’S NOTE What did you guys think of Damian’s obsession forcing Isa into marriage without her opinion? Do you see it as passion twisted into obsession, or just pure control? And what about Isa can she ever break free from his grip, or will part of her start to crave the fire he drags her into? 👀

“She’s a shameless homewrecker. Who else could she be?” Lucy took a step forward in her stiletto heels, crossing her arms as she judged me from head to toe. “Oh, so you’re proud to be a side piece? Girls these days really have some thick skin.” My heart dropped. I had been right all along. That text message hadn’t been sent by my brother, Damien Fischer. I clenched my fists tightly and said, “Damien is my older brother. My name is Pia–” “Give me a break.” Grace cut me off, tossing the used tissue right into my face. “Damien doesn’t have a sister like you.”

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.