I Slept With My Brother Novels & Stories

There's a way my brother looks at someone, like they are the only person that matters in the world. Liam is the quiet but brooding type. There was this one time when we were eleven and our mother forced us to socialize because we kept to ourselves, so she arranged a group sleepover with a couple kids from school, one of them said something to me that wasn’t a compliment and that night, the kid woke up with his pillow full of cockroaches, Liam gave me that glint in his light eyes and went back to bed, as if nothing happened. I tell my brother everything, including how we met at a cruise, had a one night stand and ended up here. Liam always told me everything when we were little, I was his per

he confessed, unable to look her in the eye. “Hmm. How did that happen when you seem to dislike her so much?” “It happened soon after my brother died and I was still grieving him. I had been drinking, as had Amanda, and somehow, we ended up in bed together. I’m not going to put the blame on Amanda because we were both adults. I knew what I was doing, and deep down I didn’t want to do it, but that didn’t stop me from doing it anyway.

I just waited until he stopped from his homily. My father is angry at the fact that it was my brother who slept with my date. Well, it was me who set them up. So technically, I am at fault for what happened. But deep inside of me, I am a bit happy. My older brother, Diez, arrived and interrupted him so I was saved from trouble. They entered the study and talked about something important. Maybe it was for the family’s business again but I did not give a damn. Soon, they walked out of the room.

I questioned myself, brimming with sorrow. Before I could put my thoughts to rest, I received a text from my sister in which she requested to see me. Since I knew I was a bitch for sleeping with my sister’s husband, I couldn’t muster the courage to respond to her. I simply sobbed before dragging myself into the bathroom, regretting every single thing that I had done since my sister's wedding. Not only had I fucked my brother-in-law, but I also had been cultivating feelings for him, something that wasn't my right. I, therefore, felt it was now impossible for me to talk to my sister ever again.

So he wasn't only gay, he was sleeping with his lover's brother. Someone please wake me up this game got to weird for comfort.

I shook my head to let him know I had something to say. "What do you mean by ‘I did it with your brother’? I didn’t do anything. It was just a moment of weakness. My response was delayed when it shouldn’t have been. Other than that, nothing happened," I said, giving them a weak smile, hoping they’d believe I was telling the truth. The way they said it made it sound like I had slept with their brother. "Right, but that’s also cheating. Then you went on a honeymoon, went shopping with him, slept in the same bed. All those things added up and made us feel terrible. Our relationship was getting scarred. So we asked ourselves—"

"What? You left me back there with that chick I almost plowed over." "You do really well on your own with big-breasted women. What are you bitching about?" I turned and walked down the hall. My dumb ass of a brother got the hint and followed beside me. "Dude, I knew her. We slept together sometime last year when I was down here for business, and I never called the bitch." He popped me in the stomach. "You know the drill. Stay on stand-by in case a brother needs your help." "A brother?" I snorted and opened the door to the class. "You're too white for that shit, and we all know your cock is this big." I held up my pinkie.

"Matt's fine with you staying too, by the way." His scoff in disbelief vibrated loudly against my ear. "It surely looked like it." "I mean it. But I rather if he, um, won't find us like that anymore." I blushed, now that the initial shock and rush wasn't anymore I could fully analyze the fact that my big, overprotective brother just caught me sleeping with a guy. Dear goodness. Nate hummed, not at all as bothered as I was while gently running his hands up and down my spine; but then again, he never really had a problem with PDA. "In all honesty, I can't remember falling sleep."

I couldn't sleep at all because what happened last night keeps on replaying in my mind and my conscience is killing the hell out of me. Then flashes of last night's scenario brushed my mind again. I tightly close my eyes and grab a fistful of hair. What have I done? It was the main reason why sleep didn't even visit me. I had séx with Pierre Monteblanco. I mean, what has gotten into me to be able to do it? He is Lucian's older brother. My boyfriend's older brother. And my biggest problem is I surrendered myself to him over and over till he decided to stop. He took the initiative to end the séx, and I... I was so embarrassed and even had the decency to question him why.

"Yes, Alpha," "Great. I won't give you more time when this time elapses, so prepare yourself well for the consummation," He stated flatly and without waiting for me to say anything, he pulled the door open and stepped out of my room. My heart dropped. Just the thought of me being in bed with that man makes my skin crawl for no good reason, and especially now that I've slept with his brother, I felt even worse. I mean, how can I sleep with brothers? Yes, there are women out there who are doing it and even feel like there's nothing wrong with it, but I couldn't imagine myself doing what I'm condemning other women for doing. It's crazy. "Shit!" I cursed under my breath and slumped on the bed, s