Brother Sister Romance Novels & Stories

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

Any normal guy would have turned around, kissed her, and forgotten everything else. But I wasn't normal. And I couldn't forget. "You can tell me," she said softly. "Whatever it is. You know that, right?" I closed my eyes. I think I'm attracted to your brother. I think I'm attracted to a man for the first time in two years and it's your brother. I think I'm falling for someone who isn't you, and I hate myself for it every single second. "I'm fine," I said. Maya kissed the top of my head. "Okay. But when you're ready, I'm here."

- another thing never say that to her because she doesn't like it, my brother when he made this girl he was very inspired by love and beauty and capricious you will see the differences between the sisters she looked a lot like the brother who died of a car accident car about 6 months ago there's something else I never talked to her about this scare, she's very delicate, at this point, -ok I already understood that this girl is a treasure for this family- you will see with your own eyes you will see, once again your job and protect her and not fall in love, - sir, I don't mix things up, I will never fall in love with her because for me she will be a child, he laughed in my face, I keep lookin

Of course, she did that in a jiffy of seconds! She cast a triumphant smirk in the wife's direction, her tongue darting out to swipe across her lower lip as she reveled in the shock and fury she saw in the other woman's eyes. "Now, let's go, brother," she purred, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "We've got a lot of catching up to do.” The relationship between the brother and sister was as tight as a knot, tied together by years of shared secrets and unspoken understandings. Their bond was so close that Stephanie managed to know about her brother who has long woken up from coma even before the rest of the family was informed.

" Well, I didn't get the idea or inspiration to write that genre then and I guess Romance needs a lot of emotions which I wasn't ready to fit in then. " " Oh, what about now? " " Not sure. " " Oh. By the way, what do you think about my brother, Sis? " " Your brother? Why would I think anything about him? " " Oh, Sis! I know you are aware of what I mean but you are just pretending not to. " " Perhaps. " She admitted. " So what do you think, Sis? " " Well, I think he's quite caring and loving especially to you. "

"And this must be the lovely bride! Oh, it is so wonderful to finally meet you, dear. Adrian has always been so particular; we were all wondering who would finally catch his eye." ​A violent wave of panic crashed over me. My throat closed up completely, my face burning with a sudden, intense heat. The bride? The mere assumption felt like a dirty, forbidden brand on my skin, making my stomach twist into a sickening knot of pure guilt. ​"Oh, no," Adrian chuckled softly, the sound perfectly easy and light as he reached out and gently placed a hand on the small of my back—a gesture that sent a sharp, electric tingle straight up my spine. "This isn't Elena. This is Lisa, my wife's younger sister.

He rubbed his nose awkwardly and blurted out, "What are you two doing here?" Tricia shouted at him, "What, are single people not allowed to see fireworks on Christmas? Quit dodging the question and fess up!" Chris pulled his gaze away from me and looked gently at the blushing woman beside him, saying, "This is my… girlfriend." Then, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and softly added, "That's my sister, and the one beside her…" Both of them focused their gazes on me, and I felt my eyes sting. I immediately lowered my head.

I said, acting all dreamily knowing fully well how that would spite her. Her face turned hard. “Hey! I am being serious here. And get this for good, there will be nothing close to romantic between my brother and you!” She said with a snort. I just rolled my eyes at her. I bit my lips to hid the sadness I felt at the bottom of my stomach. I knew deep down that she was right. Damn, she was right. There would be nothing close to love between he and I. Not because his sister said so, but because it was nothing but the plain truth.

“I can see that. You’re lucky to have each other.” “Do you have a brother or sister?” she asked. “Yes. A younger brother.” “Is he your best friend like Ethan is mine?” Her question caught me off guard. My brother Adrian and I had never been best friends. Competition, resentment—that was our bond. “We’re... different,” I said. She accepted that, but Ethan kept watching me closely. “You look familiar,” he said. “Have we met before?” My pulse quickened. “I don’t think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces.”

Miss Odessa was quite stubborn and I could tell, so I decided to ask her sister for help. Evangeline, Odessa's sister, had bright blonde curly hair that matched her lashes and light blue eyes. Her skin was pale and she had some freckles scattered around her cheeks. It was like staring into the sun when talking to her, and as expected, her bubbly character matched her bright ethereal appearance. It was like these sisters were descendants of gods. “Good day miss” “Oh good morning Mr man my sister is working with” she said, squinting like she was trying to remember my name.