I Sleeped With My Sister Novels & Stories

It was like a lightning strike, and I instantly jolted. As I looked down, I noticed that someone was between my legs, with her head buried in my c00chie. I turned to face my right. Natasha was sound asleep, but Mia wasn't there. When I realized that my sister was currently svcking my c00chie, I gasped.

Like I was some delicious little secret he couldn’t wait to unravel. “Don’t get it twisted, Mr. Maxwell,” I snapped, finally finding my voice as I dropped the duvet on the bed with more force than necessary. “I’m only here because your brother insisted I prepare your room personally. OtherwIse, I wouldn’t set foot in this place again.” His smirk twitched, but he didn’t say anything. His eyes, however, sharpened. I took a step back, lifting my chIn. I wouldn’t let him win. Not this.

We were two halves of the same soul. Wrapped in that comfort, we fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. For the first time in a thousand nights, I didn't dream of running. I didn't wake up in a cold sweat. I simply slept, anchored by the heartbeat of the sister who had never let me go. JIN

Just for hours being together in this house, I see all the sincerities from all of her actions and words. "I-It's okay. Y-You can sleep here. My bed is wide, we can share." It's not the right time to deprive myself of having my sister sleep with me. Love overpowered my pride and everything. She glanced at me with an amused look. "A-are you sure? It's really fine for me to sleep in the guest room." "You said, we used to share and sleep in this room. So, let's do it again. Besides, you don't have to sleep in the other room. You're not a guest." I smirked.

You could obviously tell that she and my aunt were sisters. They were all talking and then things went silent. I started to fall back asleep when I heard the door open again and heard Lisa, Brian and my Uncle Jim walk through. A few minutes later I heard people coming up the steps and voices at the door. I pretended I was asleep as I heard the door open. “Mike’s sleeping?” I heard my sister ask. “What did you guys do to him?” “He’s had a busy day,” Brian said as he and Lisa started to laugh.

I chuckled at her seriousness and climbed into bed, deciding I needed to be the little spoon tonight. ... The sun came shining through my room, waking me. I slept through the night relatively peacefully. I turned in bed to feel another pair of arms wrapped around me. My eyes shot opened, and I jumped straight up. I looked down to see my sister lying in bed on the other side of me. "Angel? What the hell are you doing here?" I said a little loudly. She hardly stirred. She turned over, yawning. "Damn, Kwennie. Why are you so loud?"

The Next Day. Zade POV I am so sore from shifting last night, but when I stretch out. I noticed a petite body was in my bed with me. I moved quickly, and I was about to finish my rant when I noticed my little sister was sleeping beside me. She was sleeping with her stuffed bear in her arms. The dream, damn, that was freaky, I thought. "Come on, ladies, the water is great," I told the ladies. "Are you sure?" One of them said. Damn, if I remember her name.? I thought.

I blinked awake. My room was pitch dark. I felt something wrapped around me and looked down. Soraya! Oh shit! It was one thing to snuggle. Weird, maybe, but not out of the realm. Falling asleep in the same bed, however, was a really bad idea. We would have a tough time explaining that to Mom and Dad in any way that wouldn't come off as wrong. I shook my little step sister awake. "Feel warm," she mumbled. I shoved her again. Soraya's eye slowly opened, then popped wide.

He climbed onto the huge bed beside me and stared at the ceiling for half a minute. Then he rolled onto his side. “Mommy. This bed is so big. I’m going to sleep next to you every night. Nobody gets to push you around.” The next morning I started shadowing my father through Northcrest affairs. Patrol rotation. Resource allocation. Diplomacy. Asher sat on the small wooden stool beside the desk every day and listened. He was very quiet. My father brought in tea and looked at his grandson’s too-quiet face. “How much did this child go through, to come out this composed.”

I take a deep breath and try again. “My sister got kicked out of my parent’s house, she’s pregnant and she needs a place to stay. So she moved in with me. Every time she’s around I get a little crazy, I’m stressed out of my mind. And for that reason I am not in the right mind to spend time with anyone.” I say and he looks at me thoughtful.