Stories About Siblings Novels & Stories

“What? But you’re so good at it.” I twisted slightly to face him. “Well, that’s mostly because Celeste and… her husband would sneak me out to do it behind his back.” I smirked, the memories of the good times filling my mind. “I forget. Celeste is your big sister?” He asked. I nodded. It was still strange talking about my siblings to Thane and Landon considering they were practically mortal enemies but it also reminded me that they existed. I wanted to keep the two worlds separate, it was more crucial than even they knew that I did. But those two worlds made me who is was.

“No wonder my sister calls you ‘Big Brother.’ You’re more reliable than us actual brothers.” If he had a choice, he wished every person his sister met along the way was like Uncle Monroe. But he knew better than anyone what she had endured. The couple in the mountains were worse than monsters. Now that his sister had returned home, if they couldn’t give her a life free of worry, they would be unworthy of calling themselves her brothers. After thinking for a moment, Benjamin opened a group chat named “Huluwa” (The Calabash Brothers). Inside, the conversation was lively.

"My sister" "Your sister?", I frowned. "Now don't tell me you're not another long lost brother of them" "No", he chuckled. "God! Shabbir's sister means my sister, no? We always shared everything. Then why not sister?" "Seriously? Now you both will share a sister?", I pressed my lips to control the laugh. "What's wrong with that? This is called brotherhood between brothers from another mother. You girls won't understand. We can share everything in brotherhood"

Five minutes later, I was too busy reading the story to care. So now we were sharing sibling incest stories. We tried some others in the category, too. But the mom/son, dad/daughter ones creeped both of us out. We did OK with cousins. But for us, clearly, brother/sister incest was best. In story form, anyway. Especially the ones where the sister got pregnant at the end. We shared other stories, but more and more I was seeing a steady diet of sibcest. Better (worse), I'd become accustomed to all of it. Like slipping into the pool step-by-step, by the time I was underwater I was used to the temperature. I don't think either of us realized the danger we were putting ourselves in.

The fear of what they could say to my presence gripped me but I did very well in hiding it from him. They were used to my sister and it could be difficult for them to accept that I was decent, after having sex with my sister's boyfriend. "You look worried." He said, snapping me out of my lost web of thoughts. "I am." I admitted without failing. "It is just, your family, they must have been so used to my sister, how are they going to take it when they realize that I'm from her family?"

His emerald eyes bore into mine, holding me in their grasp, piercing directly into my soul. I flinched gently away from him when I remembered that we were soon going to be step siblings. I slid my fingers into my blond hair, worry imprinted in my features. “Isa-” “Derek.” I cut in, not letting him finish his statement. I walked back to him and held his hands “I think it's best we reject each other. That's the suitable thing to do at a moment like this. We're step siblings and if you keep claiming me as yours, you might get into trouble. Our mate bond won't bring us any good. It will only make our parents separate and you know deep down how they love each other. Just picture the awkward looks

He asked. “I was supervising the outing which our siblings went for to ensure that no one planned anything against you. They did not.” Not because of my presence but because they knew they had no fighting chance against their brother who had turned to a monster. They wanted to discuss their chances of survival and I was able to give them some tips. We might have been from different women but that does not meant that I wanted them dead. They were my siblings. People I grew up sharing the same name and titles with.

“The media lies, having a sibling is not that fun. Or maybe it’s having my own sibling that feels like being at war all the time.” I chuckle because he does, it wasn’t really that funny, or maybe it is. I never had siblings, but from what I have seen from others, it was supposed to be a one of a kind relationship. Well, the Shepherd brothers do have a one of a kind relationship. “So which pizza do you like?” he asks tentatively, I bring the boxes closer to us, and I open the one that wasn’t pepperoni, and he swears under his breath. From my years at Saltwater, I know they had secret combinations, so I tried using one.

My heart soared hearing her laugh. “It was so mean.” She sniffled. “We didn’t know that it wouldn’t come off. We were like 11 years old.” I happily listened to every one of their stories. I never had any siblings, so the kind of things they described wasn’t really something I could relate to.

Louella never understood the reason why she felt such animosity for her sibling. She couldn’t remember one moment of affection toward her in all their twenty-two years of life. It was an inherent hate that simmered hot enough that a brief breath of encouragement threatened to set it ablaze. Every time she did something to subjugate or hurt her sister, she felt empowered. Satisfied.