Slept With My Sister Novels & Stories

I called a taxi and entered. Mission accomplished! I got home and met my bitchy sister eating. I looked up when she noticed me. "You are back? " She asked. "Yeah I am " "Was Mr Lonnie fun on the bed?" She asked again. "Of course, I gave him the best style ever and he enjoyed it" "Wow! My sister is now perfect than me " She winked and I smiled. "I gotta go to my room, I feel sleepy and tired " I said and walk to my room.

I chuckled at her seriousness and climbed into bed, deciding I needed to be the little spoon tonight. ... The sun came shining through my room, waking me. I slept through the night relatively peacefully. I turned in bed to feel another pair of arms wrapped around me. My eyes shot opened, and I jumped straight up. I looked down to see my sister lying in bed on the other side of me. "Angel? What the hell are you doing here?" I said a little loudly. She hardly stirred. She turned over, yawning. "Damn, Kwennie. Why are you so loud?"

I walked to my wing slowly because my legs felt strange and the house felt strange and everything about the last five minutes felt like something that had happened to someone else. I paced. End to end. Wall to wall. The full length of it. It felt good. He had said it with that smile. The one I had never seen. The one that was never for me. So he had slept with her. My sister. I paced until two in the morning and could not sleep.

The Kael who took two blades for me seven years ago, and the Kael with another woman’s lipstick on his collar tonight, were not the same person. I smiled in the direction he’d gone. He was sure this was another small fight Vivienne had interrupted, and that two soft words later it would smooth over. He didn’t know I had already received the message about him and Vivienne and the Marking ceremony. The more he played at normal, the easier it was for Asher and me to leave with nothing in our hands. I closed my eyes again, and I started pulling up the mind-link I had buried for six years.

I don’t think there’s anything more uncomfortable than watching my own sister–who has done her best to try and look like me–blatantly flirt with the man who I slept on the same bed with the night before and who has also just recently confessed his desire to be with me. What’s even more weird is how nobody, not my parents nor Hunter, has pointed out anything out of the ordinary. It makes me wonder if it’s just me seeing this or somehow my mind has made it up.

For days I have slept in the hospital keeping my sister company at night and leaving for work very early in the morning, I practically lived in the hospital with her but I doubt if I cared one bit about that, I love my sister. I missed my bed though it wasn't so comfortable like that of the exotic hotels but I missed sleeping on it with my sister and I couldn't wait for the day when I would smile with so much delight and confidence and proudly say "finally it's over, we won."

Luke even offered to have a security detail with her at all times but she refused. I sighed and watched my Sister sleep in my arms. I just wanted to fix everything for her and it destroyed me that I couldn't. I held her for the rest of the night and she seemed to be able to sleep peacefully. At least, I could do that for her. Eventually I drifted off as well, resting my cheek on her head. Her alarm went off at six and Eve jumped up and turned it off before it could wake her. Eve looked at us and smiled. I grinned back. "You're a good brother." Eve said as she came over and kissed me.

One reckless, selfish night that tore everything apart. It started innocently, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. My fiancée’s sister, Clara, was nothing like her. Where my fiancée was calm, steady, and practical, Clara was wild, impulsive, and unpredictable. She had a way of walking into a room and demanding attention without even trying. And though I would never admit it out loud, a small part of me always noticed her — the way she laughed too loudly, the way her eyes lingered when they should have turned away. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep those fleeting sparks buried where they belonged. But temptation has a way of waiting for the rig

“Even now, he still calls for Selene. Even now, in his last moments, he refuses to acknowledge you.” Something inside Lyra finally snapped. Her voice came out sharper than she intended. “You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t spent ten years being reminded that I destroyed this family?” Cassian froze for half a second, then his anger surged again. “You slept with your sister’s future mate!” “I didn’t seduce him!” Lyra’s voice echoed down the corridor before she could stop it. Several guards turned their heads. She didn’t care. Her throat tightened painfully as years of silence pressed against her chest.

, he answered me. "Whatever this is, it has to have a meaning", he said. "It has no meaning other than the fact that she's my sister and I have a mate", I said, shutting him off as I lifted her in my arms. My duty was to protect her. I carried her out of the room, up the stairs, her head resting on my chest with her eyes closed while Jane followed behind me. Each step sent a fresh wave of that damn electricity through me and I forced myself to ignore it.