I Slept With My Sister Novels & Stories

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.

The distance to my room seemed endless, my thoughts a cacophony of confusion and forbidden longing. Finally reaching the sanctuary of my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, gasping for breath. My heart was still racing, my mind eager to replay every second of that kiss. How had I let this happen? Nicholas was my sister's ex-husband, a boundary I had always promised myself I would never cross.

"He treats me like family. He wants to protect me. But towards him, I know I don't have anything pure to think about. I want him, Ethan. I want to love him. I want him to hold me. I want him so badly it's driving me crazy, and then he does this... I feel like I finally crossed the line and desecrated my sister's bed when I've been trying so hard to hold back. Even if nothing happened, it doesn't make this okay." ​I broke down completely, my shoulders heaving as I pressed the handkerchief to my eyes. The confession felt like a dirty, permanent brand on my chest. I had finally admitted it out loud. I wanted my sister’s husband, and I had slept in her bed. ​"What do I do, Ethan?" I cried, my vo

“What do you think I’m doing naked in your bed?” “No…” he murmured, stepping back, his eyes wide. “It can’t be. Today is my wedding… and you… you’re telling me I slept with my fiancée’s younger sister?” She quickly started gathering her clothes. The last twenty-four hours had been the worst of her life. She had lost the man she loved on her birthday and had the most intense night of her life with her brother-in-law. She should have felt guilty for it, but she didn’t.

I held the baby's breath she loved the most, hoping to secretly celebrate our 18th birthday together. A scene we had dreamed of countless times. Maybe we would embrace with excitement. Maybe we would cry together in emotion. But everything was shattered. What I saw was a cold body. Her clothes were torn apart, and her skin was exposed to the freezing night of Oceanwood. And now, this face identical to mine was left pale. Her eyes were wide open in panic and fear, staring up at the ceiling. In the dark corner of the hotel, completely cut off from the noise, I lost my dearest sister forever.

One reckless, selfish night that tore everything apart. It started innocently, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. My fiancée’s sister, Clara, was nothing like her. Where my fiancée was calm, steady, and practical, Clara was wild, impulsive, and unpredictable. She had a way of walking into a room and demanding attention without even trying. And though I would never admit it out loud, a small part of me always noticed her — the way she laughed too loudly, the way her eyes lingered when they should have turned away. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep those fleeting sparks buried where they belonged. But temptation has a way of waiting for the rig

But the smile on her face quickly faded. The same worried expression returned. Her friend noticed immediately. “You should ask him.” Anita looked up. “Ask him what?” “About your sister.” Anita stared at her like she had just said something insane. “No.” Her friend leaned forward. “Why not?” “Because that’s embarrassing,” Anita replied quickly. “I’m not asking my ex to house my pregnant sister.” Her friend shrugged. “You said everyone else already said no.” Anita remained silent. Her friend continued, “And if I remember correctly, he used to talk to your family all the time when you two were dating.”

I laid there panting, my heart ready to explode, cum-covered cock softening against my thigh. Lena was still asleep, completely unaware. Completely unaware that I just cheated on her and with my own sister💔.

His hips slapped against me quietly as he pounded into me, one hand still over my mouth, the other squeezing my tit hard. He came deep inside me, filling me with another hot load while my sister slept just a few feet away. I was completely addicted to the danger. To him. To the thrill of betraying my own sister. But the next night, everything almost fell apart. Sophie had gone to bed early. Jake slipped into my room like usual. He had me on my back, legs wrapped around his waist, fucking me deep and slow when we heard footsteps in the hallway. This time, the footsteps stopped right outside my door.

The medical confirmation had been the final nail in my guilt If I hadn't gotten so drunk that night... if I hadn't let the alcohol tear down every boundary I'd built. The memory was a shattered mirror - just fragments that cut when I tried to piece them together. Going to that hotel with Susan after some pack event. Waking up to find her naked, curled into the corner, eyes swollen from crying. Blood on the sheets. Marks on her skin that had already begun to heal. I'd raped her. My mate's own sister.