I Slept With My Brother Novels & Stories

Something that started with me being very clear about what was happening and ended with me still inside this family when the five days were up. What was happening was this. I had slept with my brother-in-law. Twice. The first time by accident, in the dark, drunk and mistaken. The second time was not the same category and I was not going to spend any more energy pretending it was. I had gone to that room knowing what I was walking toward and I had done it anyway and I had felt more in those hours than I had in a year of trying to manufacture something with a man who did not want me. That was the part I could not sit with.

I don’t let it cloud my mind for too long. Once our breaths finally even out. Jake’s arms find their way around me and we cuddle while still naked, sweaty, and sticky but it’s the last thing on my mind. I lay my head on his bare chest and we both end up falling asleep after having the best sex of my life. Suddenly my eyes shoot open and the first thing that comes to mind is what the hell did I just do. I just slept with my best friend's twin brother.

I whined with need as my brother abandoned me. "Ke..." I stopped myself. "Please," I said, "Take care of your big sister like a good little bro." "I am," he said, so confident. Any shred of silliness was gone. Burned away. I startled at the man I'd found myself in bed with. Worse, my own assurance was shattered. My brother had me. Held me. And it was truly wonderful. He shifted himself between my thighs. Unbidden, I felt my legs curl around him. He grabbed his cock and aimed it into place. For a moment my thoughts faltered. Oh-my-God-my-brother's-cock-is-going-in-me-no.

“Unless you have plans, of course.” I wasn’t sure. Last Friday was one of the most incredible Fridays of my life. And I had a date with my brother. Nothing less than brotherly happened, of course, except for the fact that we sort of admitted to each other that we’re still attracted to each other. But in the end, we knew we were both fighting that attraction. That night, I slept in his bed in the mezzanine floor, and he slept on the couch downstairs. He took me home afterward, and I hadn’t heard from or seen him ever since. And I had to admit, I missed him so much.

This was my first time having sex with someone I wasn't dating, my second body count was with a man that I only met three days ago, but what made it worse was that I was in love with his brother who was also supposed to be my best friend. Remembering how much I enjoyed it made me feel even more guilty. This was so fucked up!! “Ava, I know you are mad at me but at least let me in,” Liam's voice called me back to attention. “Ye–yah, come in,” I stuttered and stepped out of the way, holding the sheet firmly to my chest with one hand. “Wow, it seems like you had a crazy night,” he joked, seeing the clothes and underwear on the floor. I was surprised that he didn't seem suspicious.

She's looking for my member. "What are you doing?" "Oh my God. I didn't realize. I'm so sorry, don't know what came over-" "I didn't say you should stop." I have done a lot of questionable things. That I don't deny. But sleeping with my brother's girlfriend while I'm gay as fuck is the top. And I don't even have an explanation for why I did it. She undoes the trousers and takes to her knees. I'm not drunk enough to have woman lips around me, so I conjure the dirtiest and kinkiest image of Vicky I have. It works and I'm hard in seconds.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the reality of what we had just done settling over us. Sarah’s brother had just fucked me raw on her family couch and I already wanted more.

Same midnight black hair and cold, stormy grey eyes. Same deadly aura. Same quiet, throaty voice. Finally, it hits me. I slept with my step-brother. Holy fucking shit!! A shrill sound detonates in my brain and I don’t even realize that I’ve risen from my chair until Silvan says in a voice that brims with quiet authority; “Sit down, Astrid. I understand that you’re shocked, but we’re not finished with our conversation.” No. No. No… I slept with my step-brother. I begged him to do me over and over again.

That little word ranged over my head repeatedly, gaining weight with each second that passed by while even the sharpest knife couldn't cut through the tension that built and stuffed the room. "Brother..." Slowly, the word rolled off my lips, noticing how it sound foreign and so mistaken but again, my being vibrated as reality hammered down on me, striking me like lightning and doomed in my ears like thunder. Brother? - I was kissing my brother, sleeping with my brother, going on dates with my brother, planing an uncertain future about my brother, repulsing!

, I told him. "Even I don't want to sleep with you. I can't get woman while I'm stuck with you. I also promised my brother that I won't rape you because I tend to get rough with woman that I do. But he didn't say anything about us having sex. You won't accuse me with me too that way ", he laughed like it was some kind of a joke.