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…

I let myself grieve the family I had thought I had. My sister. Not the woman she had turned out to be, that grief was different and older and I would deal with it on its own terms in its own time. The sister I had grown up believing she was. Eleven years of shared bedrooms and borrowed clothes and the twin language we had developed, those slight, specific signals that only the other one understood, the way you could be across a crowded room and catch her eye and have an entire conversation in the tilt of a chin. That sister. The one who had sat beside me at every pack event and who had known my face better than I knew it myself because you spent your whole childhood studying the face that wa

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.

Do you always sleep with those two? ‘Well, only when we are with other people, so I don’t go….,’ she stopped. It is too much information to share, she thought. ‘Well, we all used to sleep in the same bed in the orphanage, so I think it’s normal for siblings to do that, right? I feel bad for them. They’re always complaining they can’t sleep when they are with me,’ she volunteered. ‘Uhm... is this your shirt I have on?’ she asks as she pulls her jeans up her hips. It smelled like him, spearmint and eucalyptus. It was definitely his.

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.

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.