Novel & Cerita Brother Sister Romance Books

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**Xavier** The moment I turned her face to mine, a sharp, familiar scent sliced through the air—one that twisted my gut and froze my blood. I stared at her. Helena. Elena’s sister. No. That couldn’t be right. It shouldn’t be. But everything in me said otherwise. The scent… Bira stirred every time she came near. I kept pushing it aside, telling myself I was just confused, grieving, holding on to what I thought was real. But today, there was no denying it.

Maybe she's just a teenager, but I want Gretta Mikhaelovich to know I don't care for her, either. No woman with that much male attention could ever be anything but clumsy and stupid. I could tell she loved spending her daddy's money on her pink designer heels. Her sister is wearing sandals. I might save millions by marrying his sister instead. Galena is odd but interesting. If you compare her to her brother, she's amazing; if she stood next to Gretta, she would merge with the wallpaper. This scenario works well for me. I'd rather not have a wife to which all my cousins are attracted.

Their daughter, Vivienne, is two. That little girl… she should have been mine. I was supposed to be the one holding her hand. Raising her. Building a family with the man I once loved. But life had other plans. I wish someone had warned me not to date a man close in age to my older sister. Because sometimes… he will leave you for her. Sounds harsh, right? But that is exactly what happened. Let us be honest, older sisters are often seen as the more mature version of us. The prettier one. The smarter one. The more “wife material” type.

Twelve men are sitting around a long, polished table—each one a relic of an era that raised my lovers, judged them, and now fears them. We don’t bow. That alone earns murmurs. “This is the girl,” one of them mutters. “Your stepsister,” another says aloud, deliberately. Vincenzo’s hand tightens around mine. Don Salvatore, the oldest of them all, leans forward, eyes sharp and assessing. “Elena Romano,” he says. “Or do you no longer carry that name?” “I carry the name I survived,” I reply before any of the brothers can stop me. A ripple of surprise moves through the table.

Cole was behind me now, pushing into my tightest hole, while Luca’s fingers rubbed my clit and Ryder bit my thigh. They took me. Over. And over. And over again. My body was not mine anymore. It belonged to them. To their touch. Their hunger. Their name. I was the slutty little stepsister they didn’t know they needed until I begged for it. They flipped me onto my knees. Jax underneath me. Ryder in my mouth. Cole behind me again. Hands everywhere. Fingers spreading me wide, holding me open so each brother could have a turn, each one more ruthless than the last.

" Then he walked out of the kitchen like he had not just broken my mind into pieces. The moment he left, silence took over the room. Heavy silence. Dangerous silence. I slowly set the broken glass I had picked down on the counter without taking my eyes off Liam. "Should we just pretend yesterday never happened?" I asked quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. "That is what we should do… sister." My face twisted immediately. "Don't call me that." One corner of his mouth moved slightly, almost a smile. "Call you what?" he asked calmly. "Sister? But that is what you are." That word annoyed me more than it should have. "You don't kiss your sister," I said, taking one step toward him. "You don't touch

This felt like heaven and why in the hell was I trying to ruin something so sensational? “And why would you say that, Sabrina?” She smacked her tongue and looked at me. I opened my eyes to meet her crazy stare and I felt chills. “Maybe because you are my sister. This is some type of forbidden romance.” What the fuck was I saying? “Oh really, was that what the books called it? I wonder what you will call it after I make you cum with your boobs.”

I said, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice, " and I am feeling so much better, thanks for asking." "You are very much welcome," she said sounding genuine, I pictured her friendly face lighting up, "I think I agree with your sister though. About the love triangle, that is." I did not know what to say in reply so I kept quiet and chewed on my lower lip. It was easy for me to be attracted to both of them because they are very attractive. They had the same features; the same beautiful almond, hazel eyes, the same full, bow-shaped pink lips, unruly brows and curly hair. They had the same tall, slight built with just enough muscle and smoky, mellifluous voice. The fact that James was brood

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