He Loved My Sister Novels & Stories

"From now on, I'll take care of my own business. Don't trouble yourself." He had said many times that I was his most beloved sister. But in that instant, I knew I no longer had a brother. I slowly walked toward the stairwell and never looked back.

We say our goodbyes and Aries walks me out, “Hey sis.” “Yeah?” “Thank you,” he says sincerely. “For?” “For being you. For making me whole again, for being my sister.” He laughs lightly, “I love you, sis.” “I love you, big brother”

"What the fuck? Why is it so damn spicy and salty?!" "I...I...I'm so..sorry...I didn't mean...oh goodness. Please don't hate me..." "I won't hate...fuck, how could I hate my sister?" Did he just...? "S..sister?? Why...w-why w-would you call me that..??" The words barely left my lips before the tears I had been holding back fell, blurring my vision. My heart was being crushed by this man. Why do I love this man so much? Why does my stupid heart ache so badly when he calls me his sister ?

“I think you're hopeless. You're still worrying about your sister when she clearly doesn't care about you at all.” I smile faintly. “I know that. But she's still my younger sister. I was there when she was born and I have watched her grow in front of me. Even though she does things that aren't ideal, I don't hate her because she'll always be my sister. We are tied forever by our blood.”

, I laugh slightly. " I can't still believe he is my brother. So you actually got all the affection from my older brother ?", he then says. " Yeah..and your sister too.", I say giggling. "And Mom and Dad too. Y..you know I successfully snatched all the love and affection you should have r..received. " He laughs at that causing me to rise on his body as his stomach moves up and down. " How can they not love you when you are this much adorable ?"

But he didn't use that word on me like he did with my sister. He called me beautiful and the apple of his eye, but not love. He just said he has feelings for me, but what were those feelings, if not love? I knew as much as I hated Autumn, my conscience couldn't let me see my sister suffer another relapse. Neither did I want to lose the man I held dear in my heart. I had said big words that night in the cavern.

he rambled out, "I love you so much, my amazing big sister." We were saying each other's names now. The final veil of sister/brother had finally been torn away. It was more than just dirty talk. It was an acceptance, a confession, of what we were truly doing. My little brother. My baby bro. The goofy boy that had always made me laugh. The closest thing I had in this world to a clone. Kevin. He was making love to me. And his older sister. His big sis. The oh-so-serious woman who always held him to a higher standard. Me. I was loving every moment of it.

he explained. "I told her about my feelings when I found her again. We shared a kiss. Everything happened before I knew she was my sister. Though I haven't been able to erase my feelings for her yet, I never desired her in the way she told you all. I know many believe that youngsters mostly feel infatuated, it's not the same with me. I fell in love with my sister, and I'm fighting every day to get rid of that feeling. My sister is dealing with her emotions, so I understand her. You can judge me, reject me, and unfollow me. It will only show that you never truly loved me. You can't be someone's fan without loving and believing in them. To those who were quick to judge me, it's fine. Everyone

I let out another soft laugh, shaking my head as if I couldn’t quite believe what I was about to say. “I was just thinking,” I said, my voice playful yet tinged with something deeper. “I’m in love with the brother of a girl I hate the most.” Roman’s face softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. He knew exactly whom I was referring to—Catherine. His sister. The one who had always been a thorn in my side. A soft sigh left him as he moved closer, standing in front of me, the towel around his waist barely hanging on as he stopped to lean against the bedpost.

I said to him, “I promised her she would be fine. I told her I will lay my life for her. That I will protect her. I loved her. I loved her so much.” He finally cried out loud and I hugged him close to me. “I loved her so so much,” he said and I hugged him more tightly. Carmela was his undoing. He loved her so much. After all, she was his sister. “I am sure she loved you too. Your sister loved you,” I held him till his cries stopped, and he just lay on my chest.