Sibling Lovers Novels & Stories

The moment that ruined everything. Ian’s arm dropped from around me. The look in his eyes made my heart break. Theron exploded. He grabbed Ian, shouting in disbelief. Dan stormed out, leaving destruction in his wake. And Mom? She stared at me like I was a stranger. I couldn’t breathe. I stood frozen. Tears stung my eyes as everything unraveled. “Where did you learn such trash behavior?” Theron shouted. “To kiss your sister?! You disgust me.” I wanted to speak. To defend Ian. To confess I was the one who ruined everything.

The friend blinked, clearly convinced Daniel had sunk too deep into this love. “Is that what you tell yourself? Wake up, man. They’re not related by blood. They were switched. Switched.” “Their parents dated. Stop it,” Daniel shot back, voice curt. “Stepsiblings marry, let alone what-could-have-been.” His friend argued. Daniel combusted. “Man, fuck off.”

His eyes were sharp, tired, and wounded. “What do you want me to say, Brian?” His voice was low. “That everything is fine? That I’m great?” His voice got louder “Who knows, maybe you manipulated Lydia into being such good friends with your sister?” The little girls were chattering excitedly, they didn't hear them. Brian spoke in a low tone harshly “You can't use one action of my life to judge everything I do. Our sisters attend the same school. You think I can tell that little girl who to be friends with?”

Even though they were not related by blood, he still saw her as his older sister. Despite how he felt, others did not see things the same way. There had once been a very popular post on the Internet about a man who had a younger sister who was not related to him by blood. His partner hadn't thought anything of it, but one day, she had come home to find the two of them in bed with their clothes in disarray. That was when someone had sarcastically pointed out that she wasn't a younger sister but a lover. It was scandalous! Therefore, people were automatically wary when it came to so-called siblings who were not related by blood. They might just end up cheating later on.

I looked up and winked at him. "Oh, come on. I want to have a sister who talks like that." I heard the brown salamander's voice. His sister sounded vexed, "What? I can do a better talk than her." "Try me," he said, "Tell me something about love." "Love is me kicking your ass and you being turned turtle!" she said. "Oh really? You're a big talker, sister. Let's take it outside." Then, the giant brown salamander scampered from the darkness of the cave with his angry sister chasing behind.

"I'm not going there, Dad. He kicked me out. There’s security. There’s Ethan." "You aren't going there as a critic," Rahul said, a dark gleam in his eyes. "You’re going there as a guest. I’ve already sent the message. If he doesn't invite you, the photograph goes to the Times. The 'Legacy' burns before he can play another note." I looked at the photograph. The boy in the picture had the same grey, searching eyes that had looked at me with such desire without permission only hours ago. I felt a wave of nausea. The enemies-to-lovers trope wasn't just a literary device; it was my life. But the "lovers" part was a lie, and the "enemies" part was deeper than I had ever imagined.

“What did you do, Vance, huh? Fuck everyone around but not Moi, she's supposed to be your sister!” “You know that she's not my sister and I will never see her as my sister. Tell me, Dad, how can I treat her as a sister if I'm dreaming of being her groom someday? Dad, you just married her mother but it doesn't mean that she's already my mother, too. It doesn't mean that Moissanite is already your daughter. Dad, why can't I love her? Am I forbidden to love? Am I a bad son just because I want the daughter of my father's wife? Am I a bad guy because I loved her?” “Vance, you're free to love, but why my child? Why my daughter? Why do you need to ruin her and make her pregnant?”

I clenched my fist and shut my eyes, running my hands through my hair, the pain I thought I had forgotten seems to hurt more in my heart. “Just spit it out then.” D’mally pressed on and I opened my lips without hesitation, to say the words I wish were never true. “We are siblings, she is my half-sister, my mother’s child.” I open my eyes and saw D’mally dumbstruck, I rub my hands through my forehead. “No, you get the reason why I have to push her away and stop my feelings.” They were both speechless and I don’t feel like talking about these anymore so I stood up and left the field.

She walked to the sofa, the one I was seated on, and threw herself on it. She finally let the smile show. “As a sibling, I think I hate you,” Sabrina said. She turned to me, “but as a lover, I also hate you. I just hate you in a way that is consuming. I hate and I love you.” She said earnestly, speaking from her heart. The sincerity settled in her eyes and I felt bad. Responsible “I can try to handle us being siblings but I wouldn't be able to deal with the lovers. Can we stop? Please?” Sabrina added, pleading.

The pride and warmth in Lucien's tone was obvious. Four months ago Cedric had been appalled and infuriated when his friend, a rakehell who could make Lucifer himself blush, and Cedric's sister had become lovers. It had felt like he'd lost his sister, a companion he'd relied on so much, and one of the two people in his life it was his duty to protect from rogues with wicked reputations. Now it was one of the most wonderful things in the world to know that his friend and sister were so in love and so happy with each other. Secretly, he'd feared that a marriage between them would put some distance between him and Lucien, but it hadn't.