I Sleeped With My Sister Novels & Stories

I finished with the documents I was reading and then went towards my room, I was about to unlock my room door when I changed my route all of a sudden and walked towards my sister's room. I opened the door slowly. The sight that greeted me was breathtaking, My sister and Malisa lied face to face on the bed holding hands. They looked more like blood sisters as they lay there sleeping peacefully. It was like a picture brought straight from the magazine as they both portrayed White and black beauty. I couldn't help but take a picture of their posture with my cell phone. It was just too eye-pleasing. Realizing that the room might feel too cold for them, I took a blanket and covered them both care

"Its ok baby sis. That guy is douche bag." As I cried my sister consoled me. Sooner or later I fell asleep in the comfort of my big sister.

Do you always sleep with those two? ‘Well, only when we are with other people, so I don’t go….,’ she stopped. It is too much information to share, she thought. ‘Well, we all used to sleep in the same bed in the orphanage, so I think it’s normal for siblings to do that, right? I feel bad for them. They’re always complaining they can’t sleep when they are with me,’ she volunteered. ‘Uhm... is this your shirt I have on?’ she asks as she pulls her jeans up her hips. It smelled like him, spearmint and eucalyptus. It was definitely his.

The room smelled like sex and sweat. "Close the door, Riley." Jason sounded annoyed. "Give us some privacy." "You're sleeping with your sister?" Veronica laughed. She kept moving on top of him. "We're celebrating your anniversary." "How could you?" I started crying. "After everything I've done for you, all I've given up for this marriage—" "Sister?" Veronica climbed off Jason slowly. "Oh Riley, you really are as stupid as Jason always says you are." "What?" "I'm not his sister, you idiot." She reached for her dress. She wasn't ashamed at all. "I was adopted into this family when we were children. We're not related by blood."

For two weeks, Elsa perfected the art of being unseen. She kept her head down, her steps quiet, her presence small enough to slip through the cracks of the school without drawing attention. What unsettled her most was that her sister never brought up that night, not once. Which could only mean one thing: she didn’t know. Elsa clung to that relief, even as guilt and unease curled tight in her chest. Still, one memory refused to let her rest. Or rather, the absence of it.

I lied through gritted teeth, "Anica is a bitch who always felt threatened by every other woman that tried to get close to me, and your sister might annoy the shit out of me, but she is close because she is your sister, which makes her my family. The other night, when that bastard forced himself on her, I took Juliet home as you asked me to. Juliet was crying all night and slept on the couch in my arms that night. I wanted to move her to the guest room, but I didn't, as I couldn't risk waking her up and making her cry all over again. Hence, I slept in an uncomfortable position that hurt my back for a good few days, if I might add. In the morning, my parents came unannounced to my place with

It was beyond comprehension. I couldn't contain my frustration any longer. "You know what, Liam? I'm not ready to sleep at your side. Did you forget you slept with my sister in that same house, Not now, not ever," I snapped, my eyes searching for his, but he kept his gaze down.

When you look at both rooms, you will easily see the windows and also the view from them. The next day, when I accompanied my sister to the bus terminal on the way to our parents' house in the country, she finally admitted to me her odd experience when she slept in my room. “Ate, I couldn’t help but wake up last night. There’s something that gives me the creeps in your room,” she told me. “You’re crazy! It must be your imagination!” I scoffed, although I felt a bit of dread at what my sister said. When I went back to the townhouse, I immediately fell asleep as I got to my room. Admittedly, it was because of my extreme tiredness from my long trip,

“Let me go.” “What the fuck are you doing?” “You were in bed with my sister.” “I’m cuddly, Aiden. I enjoy sleeping with people. Literally sleeping with them, not having sex with them.” He remained motionless, sucking the warmth and hope out of her like an icy sculpture of a man who believed she had betrayed him with his sister.

My sisters gave me advice on how to handle a beast like him, but I did not need them, I would deal with him my own way. My parents made a home-cooked meal for the first time in a week and we all gathered around the dining table with all my friends, even Stephanie, before we went to bed that evening. All my siblings slept in my room and we had a long talk during the whole night, with Alia and I pulling an almost all-nighter cause we stayed up until 3 o'clock until our eyes gave out. Soon enough it was morning, and I dreaded to even wake up.