Story Of Siblings Novels & Stories

The confession almost makes me cry, a sudden wave of homesickness threatening to pull me under. I think about my siblings at home; my twin brothers, Alessandro, and Cassandra. I think about Mom Luna and Dad Leonardo, all my aunts and uncles and cousins. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always spent my birthday with them, surrounded by their love, laughter, and smiles.

“You are telling me that you are my siblings. My blood?” The triplets could hardly cover their shock also. They never thought about the possibility of them having a sibling, because talking about their mother was a matter they liked to avoid all of the time. They did not like to talk about it. Not since they left them when they were toddlers and ran away with some man. It had broken their father and had made them grow resentment for her. But it still did not stop them from wanting to meet her sometime. “If your mother is Aurora Hale, then you sure are our sibling.” Liam replied to her, sinking his hands into his pockets.

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.

"It's not about her being your sister, logically. I want you to love each other genuinely. There are siblings who, even though they were from the same parents and grew up together, hate each other so much they do not mind killing each other." I chuckled, only because I did not know what to say. "Let me tell you a story," he continued and adjusted on the chair. "In my youth, I knew about two brothers, twins who fought each other immensely because of the throne." "Really?" I asked, getting interested in the story. "Yes. There had to be one Alpha but one wouldn't give it up for the other," he told me. "In the case of siblings, shouldn't the elders be the most befitting for that?" I wondered.

"Actually......I need your thoughts on something" " So there's this story I read! The two people were actually siblings who lived in their parents house, but they later find out that they're mated together. Do you think it's right for two siblings to be a mate? And also how would you feel if you're in such a position? Would you rather tell your sibling the truth as an Alpha you are. Waylen uttered, thinking that this was the best way of making her understand what he's trying to say. "If it was me, I would feel really embarrassed to even admit that my brother is my mate. She uttered as her heart skipped and so was his.

"You made Yoran fall for you and sacrifice so much for you! Why couldn't I have that before?! This isn't it! It's all rightfully mine!" Even as she shook her head repeatedly and rambled, I found it funny. She really was the stereotypical case of extreme selfishness. "Bye, Joey," I said and turned to leave the sister who always had an edge over me. - Days later, news started to spread that Sion had gone missing. Hearing that, I asked Yoran what we should do with Joey. "It's your call. She's your sister, after all," he replied nonchalantly and returned to his documents.

Far away from anyone, especially my siblings. I was born in a family with seven step-siblings. According to them, I was the fifth son just by a couple years. The other seven were full siblings. They shared the same mother while mine was a concubine and was treated very poorly by the main wife. Children tend to mimic their parents, and soon my loving siblings bullied me as well. At first, it was simple pranks. Then it turned violent with some punches and beatings. As we got older, the jokes became more murderous. I was no longer a brother or peasant. I was called a monster and half-breed.

Something was fishy. Surprisingly, I caught a glance at the brothers signaling each other with their eyes, to tell and not to tell me anything. I was right, they did have secrets. Jack finally sighed and nodded and I braced myself for the truth. "I told you this before, about my sister who died. Actually, we have another sister. Without dividing us due to our blood we're a total of five children. My older sister, followed by me, Jake, my younger sister and Mal, he's the littlest." As I thought. Not all of them had the same surname. "I couldn't inherit the throne, same with Jake, and then our little sister. The only one of direct blood was our older sister and Mal."

He surely wanted one more round but seeing my exhausted self he thought it's better to have some rest and then start our next round of heated session the other day. At night we simply ordered food in our room and had it while talking about few memories of how Sammy, Ariha and Karan used to go their farm house and play and irritate everyone. Ariha was a blackmailer and she always used to do something and then start crying making Sammy or him beaten, mostly Sammy. And that's why they are always ready to murder each other but then again when sad or upset, they are always each other's healer. Sibling bonds are always like this, at one moment cold war and next moment rebounding and sharing. Heari