Slept With My Sister Novels & Stories

But, I’m unable to sleep, despite how weak and exhausted I feel. Mama is sitting in the chair beside the bed, whilst Dad is out trying to hunt for clues. “So want to tell me about him?” Mama asks. She knows I am awake. I open my eyes, looking across to her in the room that is only lit by the light coming through the glass above the door. “There’s nothing to say.” I reply softly. I mean, I slept with his brother. I also thought I liked his brother, who I’ve been flirting with all through the summer holidays…

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

She also carries hair from all four in a locket hung from her chest, just like her brother's. We continued talking a little more while we bathed, he outside and I inside and vice versa. Then we kept on talking in bed until we fell exhausted. It's become natural for us to talk about our childhood as if we both remembered everything. I feel more secure now that his sister has arrived; she exudes confidence and is a total advocate for us. Maybe in the end, everything will work out. That's my last thought before I fall completely asleep.

We slept in each other's arms. The next morning, I jumped out of bed immediately and called Trent. He didn’t pick up. I drove straight to his office. After the long ride to his place, I barged into the office and froze when I saw my sister on his lap as he smirked and licked his lips playfully. "Isn't it too early for romance, guys?" I said, and she laughed. "You look like someone's chasing you, bro," she teased as she strolled out. "She's right; you look like someone is chasing you," he said with a light chuckle.

Every slide of the silk brushed against the places he’d kissed, touched, and completely claimed. The library was quiet now, sunlight cutting through the high windows in thin beams. I glanced back at him, sprawled on the leather couch, still asleep. His crisp white shirt was discarded on the floor, and the blanket I’d haphazardly thrown over him barely covered his broad, sculpted chest. God, what had I done? My stomach twisted with shame. Did I just sleep with a stranger? I should regret last night. I should feel guilty. I should feel dirty.

I pulled her by the waist from off the chair and on to bed, not caring that she was not done with eating. The action erupted a loud shriek from her and that brought her to lie on the bed, her feet still on the floor. I settled to lie on top of her, propping myself up with my elbows so my weight was not distributed on her. "Let us take a break from your sister for a while. Let us discuss the things that involve us." I grinned, getting her lost in my stare. Her breathing quickened and I could tell the next action I was about to take.

Every second looking at that unsuspecting innocent face made me want to scream out in confession, I don't know how long I could keep this to myself. I WAS IN BED WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!! “Yeah, I… I understand. All good.” I rambled. “Wow. Didn't expect it to be that easy, are you alright? You are acting really strange.” He said. I forced a smile. “Yeah I am fine, just… rough night.” Rough night, really? What is wrong with me? “Okay then, I will see you at breakfast and after that we can discuss how I would make it up to you this time, unfailingly.” He smiled and turned to the door.

Like I was some delicious little secret he couldn’t wait to unravel. “Don’t get it twisted, Mr. Maxwell,” I snapped, finally finding my voice as I dropped the duvet on the bed with more force than necessary. “I’m only here because your brother insisted I prepare your room personally. OtherwIse, I wouldn’t set foot in this place again.” His smirk twitched, but he didn’t say anything. His eyes, however, sharpened. I took a step back, lifting my chIn. I wouldn’t let him win. Not this.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slammed in deep and exploded inside her while she was still cumming, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her tight soaked pussy. But I kept grinding, filling her until it started leaking out around my shaft and dripping down her thighs. We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting n sweaty, my cock still twitching inside her. Reality came crashing back immediately. Lily was sleeping just down the hall. Emily was lying sick in her bed across town. And I had just raw-creampied my little sister’s best friend in my own bedroom.

JUNIPER. My sister is evil, well not that evil but she’s doing something she isn’t supposed to. Last night, I was tired so I got up to fetch a glass of milk and then from the window, I saw Zeke and Astrid just talking. Astrid has been telling me that their relationship together is strained, and I felt a little bit glad that they were working something out. I wanted to go back to my room, but then I heard my sister’s name. Guess she has been trailing Astrid around.