Brother Sister Seduction Novels & Stories

He would never do something so lacking in boundaries. Rose had pulled the exact same stunt before. Back then, when she had fallen softly into Leon’s arms, I screamed and questioned them. I couldn’t understand it. Why did she have to fall into Leon’s arms over a simple stumble when there were so many werewolves around? Just like now. At that time, Leon had helped her up with obvious concern, carefully adjusting her skirt. He even reminded her gently to avoid wearing such long dresses next time. Leon had nothing but disgust in his eyes when he said, “She’s your sister! Of course I should help her! Rose is so innocent. How could she possibly seduce me?!”

"I'm sorry, sister; we're sorry; we did everything we could to ensure your safety—" "I-in exchange for changing my personality, is that correct, Hade?" "All along, that's why you don't want to sleep next to Daizen and me because of this, and I'm your sister. All along, I was conceived. I was betrayed by people — ahhh!" "Oh my God!" exclaimed Declan. "D-Declan... the p-pain! My head hurts so bad!" "Hadley, get the medical personnel ready—" "What are you saying, uncle Alfonso?"

If she'd been wearing high heels too, the scene would have looked like the improbable beginning to a p**n movie. "She's going to wear you down," the thought bubbled into his head, unbidden. Like an enormous burp, it belched up from his subconscious. This part of him knew what the rest of him was denying vigorously. It made him bite his lower lip. His sister wanted to do things with him. Well, they'd already done things. But she wanted to do more things. Things brothers and sisters shouldn't do. Now she had a new and improved body working for her. He wondered what would hurt her feelings more. Giving in to her seduction? Or resisting it? He pushed these thoughts away too.

“Good morning, Rose. How are you today?” “Why do you call me at this time, Enzo?” “Oh. Isn't it a good time?” He asked. “I assumed you're up at this time as I am. Forgot you're not the one making money. My brother—” “Your brother?” I acted shocked. “Yes, my brother. Mr. Antonio Moretti.” “I'm sorry, but I don't follow.” “I looked you up the other day. You're the one with my brother on a recently uprated post. The woman of his dreams, he call it. How come you're willing to come on a date with me if you're the woman of my brother's dreams huh?”

I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference. Alexander Westwood didn’t say a word. He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a drink like this was just another business deal, like we hadn’t just stood in front of a hundred guests, pretending we were in love. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, ice in a perfectly tailored suit. I stood frozen, fists clenched around my veil, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire. “Do you always look this calm after marrying your brother’s fiancée?” I asked, my voice low.

"Seduction isn't making someone do what they don't want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do already." -Benjamin T. Russell- *** "What took you so long?" Karina asked as Eden walked back into the room. "Sorry, I was talking to my brother and Jacob. Anyway, here is your clothes for the night and this one is for tomorrow." He handed her the clothes and Karina took them before heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

She didn’t speak to me for two days. Not a glance. Not a whisper. Not even a fucking breath in my direction. Ever since that morning in the shower, she’d locked herself in silence, like if she ignored me hard enough, the ache between her legs would disappear. Like pretending she was still loyal could erase how loudly she moaned with my hand over her mouth. But guilt was a weak shield. And lust always wins. Especially when my brother finally showed up. ---

When I brought my girlfriend, Ivy Rossum, home to meet my family, my cousin, Kevin Lonsdale, snuck into her room, took off his clothes, and got into her bed. When we found him, he clutched the sheets and said in a shaking voice, “Paul, I didn’t do this on purpose. I thought I was going to my room.” It was the same excuse he had used before. Eight years ago, when I brought my first girlfriend home, he had done the exact same thing and used the same excuse. I finally called him out on it. “Everyone occasionally ends up at the wrong door, but how did you get in with the wrong keycard?” Kevin’s face went white, his tears suddenly halting. Dad defended him and scolded me. “Kevin has alw

To his left, his mother had neatly placed his unpacked bags against the wall. He stood up and walked to his window, right across the short fence was an unoccupied house. He could immediately tell that it was the house his sister had spoke about, that brought his thoughts back to their new neighbor. Andrew was not a virgin, he had seen quite a number of naked females in person and triple that number in pornographic magazines and videos, but none could compare to the glimpse of Ada he walked into. The way her thick ass cheeks held firmly, clasped against the G-string dividers, her cute slender waist and her smooth thighs. He could picture it all in his head.

"Because of me. He did it to isolate me. To lock the front door of the mansion and keep me entirely trapped under his roof. He has surveillance photographs of us, Leo. He’s been watching every step I take. The playful game of seduction, I thought I was winning... it was a trap. I was already his prey before I even moved into the house." Leo stared at me, the brutal, unvarnished truth completely shattering the final remnants of his ten-year trust in his best friend. The realization that his childhood brother had weaponized his fierce dedication to the firm just to systematically steal his sister made a look of nauseating sickness wash over his face. "You lied to me," Leo whispered, looking at