Sister's Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Chris said giving me looks that scared the shit out of me. "Don't look at her like that, Idiot! You wan do two sisters, abi? Womaniser! Na everything in skirt you go dey follow!" The girl amongst them snapped. They all talked and looked like they were under an influence. I shook my head in disgust, that was my sister's boyfriend? Or one of her numerous boyfriends?

He looked annoyed hearing me but he got uttering being normal the very next moment, "Yeah but my family got that for her. I want to choose something for my beloved by myself." He really loved Evana. It was visible in his eyes. But_ I cut off my thoughts and spoke up smilingly, "Then you should have brought Evana or done it by yourself. Why are you asking for my help in this case?" He uttered with a pout, "I want to surprise her but I am getting confused." "Okay. Let's go." I uttered silencing my heart and followed him. Sometimes I wondered how did I fall for Cannon, the guy who was my sister's boyfriend.

James casually wrapped his arm around Poppy's waist and looked at me with disdain. "I'm with my girlfriend. What's your problem? You need to mind your business." Seeing this version of James, Poppy looked delighted. "Seriously, Elisa. He's my boyfriend. Why are you even watching us?" Mom walked out of the kitchen just then. I kept up the act. "Mom, look at Poppy! How can she be with James? James is my boyfriend." Mom clapped her hand over my mouth. "Did you get drunk last night? Are you still fast asleep and dreaming? Why are you going after your sister's boyfriend? Aren't you ashamed?"

My sister's boyfriend and me are very good friends. He's been dating my sister Karen for over two years now. From the first day he started fucking her, he gave me all of the details. I watched them once fucking. Jim, my sister's boyfriend agreed to leave her bedroom door open. I watcher him eat her out. She really loved that. When he started fucking her it made me cum in my pants. My sister is very good looking. Any guy, included me would love to fuck her.

"It's about Daniel." "Oh, what about him?" She pulled the corner of her lips into a smirk and she nodded, and winked. "Are you serious right now? You know he's my sister's boyfriend? Right?" "Ugh, yes but you're clearly in love with him even a blind person can see that, please," she rolled her eyes, grinning from ear to ear. "Well I won't exactly call it love but I do feel something for him, something beyond my control," my face shifted into a sad frown and I sighed, "and I might have moved past a boundary."

Don't tell me he is secretly an underground cage fighter! "Yes he is nice, and no, he isn't a fighter, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't kick your ass. I am his only sister and he expects my boyfriend to be the perfect gentleman, if you know what I mean." Alison smirked. No problem with that, I thought to myself. It wasn't like Alison and I got frisky on a regular basis. In fact, we haven't even gone past the second base. So the dear brother can cool it. "What does Jacob look like anyway? Is he good-looking? He isn't better looking than me, is he? Because there can't be two extremely good-looking men in the same room at the same time; otherwise, the universe might become unbalanced," I said

I said, sprinkling parsley into the bowl, “and I’m starting to call Bianna my sister-in-law.” Bianna turned to me fast. “Ara.” I lifted a brow. “What? I’m just a visionary.” Max stopped running. He turned around, his blue eyes lighting up immediately. “What’s sister-in-law.” “Tio’s girlfriend,” Issa answered automatically, still a little out of breath. Then she turned to Theo and Bianna with an expression of extremely polite disgust. “Ew.” “I hate all of you,” Theo said. “Aww, look at them,” Arianna said immediately.

And I'll thank the whole de Sanctis for doing it. That's what made up my sister's fiancé. Always creating loopholes to get in, sneaky in his own way, toying with people, and getting them into his hands. Controlling those who are ignorant to buy what he has to offer. That's awesome, and a jerk. All anyone who knew him could do was avoid him, and distance smart enough to ignore him, and pretend that he wasn't even there. That's all I played, pretending not to remember what he took from me, and pretending that I didn't know him other than that he was my sister's fiancé.

At the reunion, the wives got rowdy and dared each other to take part in a "best husband" challenge. Each woman had to call her husband and ask for 6,000 dollars to buy a bag. Whoever got a yes first would win. As expected, Matthew Whitebrook picked up almost instantly, his voice gentle. "Buy it, baby. You remember the card password, right?" Everyone groaned with envy and said I'd hit the jackpot by landing the better of the twin brothers. I laughed and hung up, then glanced at my sister, who sat curled up in the corner. She clutched her phone but refused to make the call. "I won't bother," she said quietly. "He's on another business trip. He won't pick up anyway." My sister had been d

I didn't ask myself why. Twenty minutes later, Jay Menisa was standing in my gym. He wore old sweatpants and a faded hoodie with a rip on the left sleeve. His sneakers were worn at the heels. His hair was messier than at dinner. He looked tired — the kind of tired that comes from working two jobs and still not having enough. "Your sister is manipulative," he said. "I know." "She said you agreed enthusiastically." "I didn't." Jay nodded. Walked past me toward the treadmill. Didn't ask where anything was. Just found it. Adjusted the speed. Hopped on.