I Slept With My Brother Novels & Stories

But, I’m unable to sleep, despite how weak and exhausted I feel. Mama is sitting in the chair beside the bed, whilst Dad is out trying to hunt for clues. “So want to tell me about him?” Mama asks. She knows I am awake. I open my eyes, looking across to her in the room that is only lit by the light coming through the glass above the door. “There’s nothing to say.” I reply softly. I mean, I slept with his brother. I also thought I liked his brother, who I’ve been flirting with all through the summer holidays…

, I asked him while he went to the fridge to find cold fresh milk inside. Good morning, mom and sis. Not so good. I can't sleep. I guess my insomnia is attacking me again." He told us while drinking the whole pack of fresh milk directly to his mouth. I'm not new to my brother's illness. Since we were young, he always went inside my room to sleep beside me. I can't blame him because we're siblings. I went to the dining table and sat on the empty chair beside it and started a conversation again with my brother.

He just asked. “What were you thinking?” He demanded. “Of all the guys… why Kye? He is dangerous.” I flinched. There it was… the question that had been clawing at the inside of my head since the door slammed shut behind him earlier today. I couldn’t answer. Because how do I tell my brother that I slept with someone he hated? Someone who threatened, manipulated, left bruises and burns that weren’t just skin deep? How do I tell him the truth when it wasn't that simple?

We watched each other pee and took a shower together, not worried what the roomies would think now that we shared secrets. Back in Kyle's room. "Your bed's a mess. Let's fuck on that one and sleep on mine." Kyle, holding my ass. "So, we're not done?" I got on my knees and took my brother's erection in my hand, giving it a good look, "Just getting started."

Learning the truth about my late husband I ran down the halls heading for my brother's secret door to his bedroom and pounded on the door to hear him yelling stop. The door opened and my dear sweet brother was red eyed and obviously hungover. "Wow bro, you look like literal shit," I laughed and he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his room. I glanced over at the two naked sleeping women and one man on his bed. I glanced back at my brother with a raised brow. He grinned and shrugged.

I just slept deeply and peacefully, cocooned in Dante's warmth, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat. When I woke, the room was still dim—early morning, the sun just beginning to lighten the sky outside my windows. For a moment I was disoriented, confused about the warm body pressed against my back, the heavy arm draped over my waist. Then I remembered everything and heat flooded through me. Dante. I'd had sex with Dante. With my boyfriend's older brother. In my room in his family's villa while Rob was sleeping just down the hall. I should feel guilty. Should feel ashamed. Should be panicking about what this meant and what would happen next.

The truth was dangerous last night, when I’d jerked him off on that hotel bed, listening to him moan my name like a desperate whore, I’d nearly lost it. I’d wanted to bury myself inside him so deep he’d feel me for weeks instead, I’d locked myself in the bathroom like a fucking animal, stroking my cock furiously while whispering his name, imagining it was his tight hole clenched around me. And the worst part? I came harder than I had in months,because of him. My own brother. I gripped the steering wheel tighter as we pulled into the driveway Troy looked like he wanted to say something, but I cut him off before he could.

She was the one who had asked if he had a condom. She yanked her hand free. "This can't happen again." His laugh was dark, disbelieving. "Do you mean at the office or at all?" "I mean it. I just had a breakup everyone knows about. It makes me look bad to start..." Stopping abruptly when she was about to say dating. They were not dating. Fucking, yes, because no one had mentioned more. "Sleeping with his older brother." "You didn't answer my question. Are you talking about at the office or at all?" He crowded her back against the table, his body pressing into hers. "Because if you say at all, your body's still telling me something different."

After witnessing his state last night, all I can conclude is that his love for Luna has no end, it knows no bounds. I have never seen my brother drunk before but last night he was totally wasted and he reeked of alcohol and sex. I didn’t meet him with any girl but I know that my brother had sex with a random girl last night and right now I’m going into his bedroom to find out who the girl was.

She asks as she takes the seat in front of me. "Perhaps because of what happened last night," I shrug. "I'm not sure what you're on about." She tilts her head to the side, a puzzled expression on her face. "Well, you and my brother weren't exactly the best at concealing the fact that you and my brother were sleeping together." I say, causing her to recline in her seat. "The thing is, you two failed so miserably at sneaking around that everyone knew what was going on between the two of you."