Oh Brother She's My Sister 소설 & 이야기

And yet she couldn’t stop. The resemblance unsettled her more than she wanted to admit. His face, his hands, the way he stood, the ease of him. It made no sense, just like the way her body reacted every time he was near her. The quiet flutter low in her stomach. The way her heart seemed to skip, her thoughts tangling into something unfocused and unfamiliar. She had never felt that way around her brother. Of course she hadn’t. So maybe that was it! Maybe her mind was confusing familiarity with attraction, mistaking something safe for something else entirely. Maybe it was because they looked so alike that her brain didn’t know where to place him, didn’t know which box he belonged in.

The world is indeed small and fate is playful. A single step backwards, stops her from hugging me. She looks in pain but I hope she can see how much I am pained too. A bitter smile curves from her lips and brings her son in front of her. “He’s Shawn, your brother,” she says. The innocent eyes of my brother meets mine so I force a smile at him. I bet he will suffer from teasing too just like I did. A child of a slut, they say. “Shawn, she is your bigger sister, Ciana,” she continues. I raise my head a bit higher to avoid myself from crying in front of her. A man arrives and looks at us.

She crouched in front of me, her perfume sharp and suffocating. Her fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “What’s your game, girl?” she hissed. “Trying to act all innocent? Trying to play the sweet little thing so my brother keeps you close?” My breath caught. “B… brother?” I stammered. “Zeden… has a sister?” Her smirk deepened. “You even call him by his name?” she said with venom. I couldn’t stand being naked any longer, so I quickly grabbed the sheets from the floor.

"I just-" "I know, I know. I'm like a sister to you." She stretched out the word as if it was a curse. "You're my Annabelle. And that's a good thing!" "Is it?" "C'mon. You can't say I'm not like a brother to you."

“You are still chasing after Clyde, even after you are reborn. You are fantastic, to be loving your brother.’ “Brother? You know who I am.’ “Yes. We’ve known each other for so many years.’ “I need to know more about myself. Can you explain more to me?!’ “Don’t ask me.’ she rolled her eyes. “Ask Clyde or Griffith who you are. You can ask any of them and you will find out instead of asking me. I don’t have the strength to explain to you who you are or whatever the fuck you are, sister.’ Sister? She crackled and walked off.

I glared at my brother. "Are you stalking me?" I'm beyond pissed. "Don't flatter yourself brother, It's Zach, he's been snooping around a lot." He pushed a glass towards my direction pouring vodka in his glass before passing it over to me. I pushed the glass back, I'm not going to have a drink with him like we are cool. We are not. "You can't blame him, you killed his sister, your wife," I yelled at him. "Ex and she committed suicide." Oh, I almost forgot the lie.

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.

She asks in shock at my compliance. “Because you already know it.”I murmur and She stops pacing. Her arms fold tightly across her chest now, defensive. “I can’t believe you’re my brother.”She says again huffing almost cringing at the words like it tasted disgusting on her lips. “Not brother! Step-brother. We’re not related by blood”I say dryly as I emphasize on the not related by blood. Because we’re not! A real brother doesn’t fantasize about fucking his sister!

Even if I have to face everything for that. She is my sister. And I am her big brother. — Welcome home, Lyra.