I Slept With My Sister Novels & Stories

I don't even remember how I ended up sleeping in the woods. I walked to the pack house and went straight to my room. No one was awake so I didn't attract any attention with my birthday suit. I threw myself on the bed and decided to sleep for a few more minutes. I was not feeling the day. So much happened in a short period ruining everything. Now how will I face Rea? What about my sister? What an odd turn of events. My girlfriend turned out to be my sister's mate and I was almost convinced that she was my mate. This is so embarrassing. Everyone will gossip about this and make fun of me. But that's not really what is important here. What of the dilemma I am stuck in.

Mom answers. I sigh and make way towards the door. "Give me five minutes." I say, knowing every minute spent here makes us later for our flight. I walk up the stairs. "Halsey?" I call. I finally get to her bedroom and breathe before turning the knob. I find her curled up in her bed, soflty crying. "Halsey..." I call in a whisper. She looks up and immediately rushes to hug me. I hold her tightly in my arms and kiss her on her forehead. "I'm sorry for everything. I was just upset. You'll always be my sister, no matter what. I love you." She says through her tears.

Even if I did not have one, there was no way I could be with my stepbrother, Boris. The mention of Boris reminded me of my mother's wedding night with my stepfather, Titus Wagner. I had been sleeping in my room then. At night, a man slipped into my bed while no one was paying attention. Feeling the figure of about 200 pounds press down on me, I woke up right away and struggled underneath his heavy body. His smelly, sweaty hand covered my mouth while his other hand groped me beneath the covers as he tried to take off my clothes.

Vina had stopped counting the nights she promised herself this would be the last one. The room was dark, the air still carrying the faint vanilla ghost of yesterday’s candle, and six months of silence pressed in on her chest—six months of stolen looks at family dinners, whispered excuses, and the slow, terrifying realization that wanting Ethan, her sister’s husband, no longer felt like a choice. She laid naked on her back, knees bent high, thighs fallen wide open, craving for pleasure.

I knew he had least expected the question. His facial expression had said it all. Numb, speechless. “Why would she ask such a sensitive question?” I could read his mind. I could read his eyes. Growing up with Micah, I possessed the majority of the same traits he had. A genetic hierarchy in our family. Our eyes never lie, no matter how hard we try. “But you're my sister, Camila. You're my fucking sister and you and I know we shouldn't be doing this” He finally found his oral freedom, but I wasn't the one to be subdued, neither was I the one to give up easily, not when I have nursed the fetish fantasy of making out with my twin brother ever since I turned 18.

"Oh, fuck me." Reality raced over me. That post-cum rationality burst forth. What we did. What we'd done. Whatever post-sex satisfaction I had earned was obliterated by guilt. I'd just had sex with my sister. Committed incest. Inseminated her unprotected pussy. All of it. My most forbidden dream. My totally enrapturing nightmare. "Lucy, I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to." My apology felt so stupid in my own mouth, I couldn't imagine how idiotic I sounded to my sister.

Annette moaned softly and pushed her soft bottom back against me. I looked around the room a little wildly when I realized the sun was up. My bedroom door was still closed, so I hoped Dad hadn't looked in and seen us sleeping together. I knew from the clock that he had already left. I put the thought out of my mind and pushed my sister over onto her stomach so I could take her wonderful pussy from behind. When she spluttered in protest, I realized that she had still been asleep. She had been pushing her hips back toward me as she slept. Once she was awake, she turned her head and gasped.

This is bad… This is really, really bad. The cold wind hits my bare skin and as I shiver, I realize I'm naked. We’re both stark naked and we’re staring at each other, frozen like statues in an ice-cold museum. I just slept with my boyfriend’s brother. I refused to have sex with Levi for three years, but I just had sex with his brother - I just gave away the one thing I was meant to keep for the man that would one day become a piece of my life.

The want for her sat right beside it and already felt louder. I parked and went upstairs. The apartment felt too quiet and too clean. I stripped off the clothes that still carried her scent and stood under the shower until the water ran cold. It did nothing to erase the memory of her body under mine or the soft broken sounds she made when she came. I braced both hands on the tile and let the truth settle. I was sleeping with my best friend’s sister. I had no intention of stopping. Miles texted the next morning. Beer tomorrow after work? Haven’t properly caught up since the trip.

The charming one. The one everyone loved. Meanwhile, I stood in the hallway of my own house feeling like I’d been dropped into some ridiculous old soap opera—one filled with dramatic betrayals and painfully obvious plot twists. Except this wasn’t a show. It was my life. Inside that room, my younger sister—the one person I thought was always on my side—was sleeping with my boyfriend of two years. At first, I couldn’t move. I just stood there, listening as their laughter faded into soft moans and the creak of the bed.