I Slept With My Sister Novels & Stories

I can't impregnate my sister now, can I? We didn't use protection for the three times we had sex in the hotel. What if she actually gets pregnant? Whatever, we both are just satisfying our overflowing urges, no emotions attached. She should be on pills, to agree to such. Someone tell me why the fuck am I rolling around, unable to find the best position to sleep. My bed was way more comfortable than that of the hotel but it was so hard to sleep. As if something is missing in my arms. Violet! She has been sleeping in my arms for the past few days and I have become used to it. It's been just three nights, so why? Whatever, I need to sleep, so I'd better go to her.

I muttered partly in thought as I recalled that he had slept with my sister too. My initial euphorism was replaced with a feeling of disgust and anger for both myself and George, I was mad at myself for allowing it to get to that extent, even for losing my virginity to the same man who had taken my sister's as well, and I was mad at George for everything, even for making me fall for him. "How did I allow this to happen?" I muttered, covering my face with my right palm at how I had treated my sister so lightly,

The name Zinnia was enough to make the anger inside me flare up again. "Mom, are you serious? Do you even know what my adorable little sister did to me?!" "Oh, stop it! Can you not make a fuss about that anymore?" My brow furrowed even more. "I caught them in my own bed! My boyfriend whom I thought I would marry, and my own sister whom I treated as my best friend! You want me to just let it slide? It hasn't even been a month, give me a break!" My voice was shaking with so much emotion

I don’t think there’s anything more uncomfortable than watching my own sister–who has done her best to try and look like me–blatantly flirt with the man who I slept on the same bed with the night before and who has also just recently confessed his desire to be with me. What’s even more weird is how nobody, not my parents nor Hunter, has pointed out anything out of the ordinary. It makes me wonder if it’s just me seeing this or somehow my mind has made it up.

I stared at him with my hand on my cheek and my jaw wide open wondering if he was the one accusing me of infidelity when he had literally slept with my sister on the same floor as me and had even promised her that she was going to sleep with her on MY bed! Even knowing all of that he still had the audacity to stand there and accuse me of desecrating our promise! "I didn't spread my legs for him," I said I will pick myself up. "He only caught me when I almost fell again as I was coming out because I just needed a breath of fresh air because I was fed up with you looking at my sister as if you were married to her and not me!"

“Okay, okay. But seriously, what’s worse than murder? Unless…” I looked at her. And I said it. “I slept with his brother.” Silence. Utter silence. Her face dropped. The smirk melted. Her eyes widened, just a little. “You’re joking,” she whispered. “I’m not.” “Lilith…” “I know what you’re thinking,” I cut her off. “I know. I fucked up. I slept with his brother.” She stared at me for a moment, and then sat down beside me slowly. “When did this happen?” she asked. “How?”

Our life together, finally clicking into place. Then I heard his voice, low and urgent. "Ava, don't. The door." My hand froze on the knob. Ava? My sister? I pushed the door open anyway. The champagne slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. It did not shatter, it just rolled slowly across the marble, coming to rest right against the bedroom doorframe like some cruel punctuation mark. There they were, Ryan and Ava, on the bed with her legs wrapped around him, his hands on her waist, and clothes half off. My sister. Twenty-four years old, the family favorite, always shining where I tried so hard not to take up too much space.

He was trying to convince himself, not me. “Okay,” I replied, offering a light shrug. He didn't say another word. He turned and walked out, and only when the door slammed shut behind him did I let a smirk break across my face. My brother and I shared more twisted similarities than he’d ever openly admit. This was going to happen again. I didn't just get another taste of Nyxaria… I took it with her mate's blessing. I had no idea what this meant for my relationship with my brother, but one thing was certain:

What's more, when he knows I'm his ex-girlfriend and the woman he's been playing with last morning is his fiancée's sister. How could he dare ... He raised his glass, his eyes catching mine. His curved lips gave a gesture I knew all too well—arrogance that provoked anger. I snorted, looking away. Why did he have to be my sister's fiancé? Why did he have to come back? And why would I foolishly offer my body to him? Every memory I had tried to bury deep came rushing back. The wounds he'd left behind bled again. But the one who made me most uneasy was Mellan—not because of their relationship, but because I knew precisely what Aaric could do to her.

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo