The Sisters Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

“But sisters do moan like desperate little sluts in heat, begging their big brother to fuck them harder. Sisters spread their legs wide open and cry for their brother’s thick cock to stretch their tight pussy until they’re sobbing with pleasure.” Her face flushed deep red. Her pulse quickened under my fingers as I slowly fastened each button, trapping her in my scent. “Sisters don’t just let their brother take their first time,” I continued, voice dropping lower, “they don't beg for it. They don't claw at his back, wrap their shaky legs around his waist, and scream his name while he ruins them. Sisters don’t just take their brother’s cock, they don't squirm and whimper like needy whores, mil

"I asked how the good slow I was. The girl suddenly made a sad expression. "No, he died too early for that. The other sisters looked at each other, sharing the same expression of sadness. They moved away minimally, because one of them really seemed bothered by the subject. The blonde consoled her, but it was visible and very ridiculous how much I had said nonsense in a single sentence. But I had no way of guessing. My brothers appeared overnight, without even telling them where their girlfriends came from, and I was an idiot from the countryside, without feelings or frills.

Chapter 18 Adelie POV It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring. Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she reali

Sophia had returned and an unknown woman had arrived in the middle of the night knowing he was a married man now,with an envelope that had turned Alexander pale yet there was nothing to explain? “Do you think I’m stupid?” The question slipped out before she could stop it. This made Alexander’s eyes to narrow at her but Amelia continued instead. “You keep expecting me to accept things without answers. You tell me not to ask questions and to stay out of things that don’t concern me.” Her voice rose as it began to crack at the end. “But somehow my sister is always at the center of those things.” That got a small reaction from him and for a split second, something dark flashed across Alexander’s

“She’s a shameless homewrecker. Who else could she be?” Lucy took a step forward in her stiletto heels, crossing her arms as she judged me from head to toe. “Oh, so you’re proud to be a side piece? Girls these days really have some thick skin.” My heart dropped. I had been right all along. That text message hadn’t been sent by my brother, Damien Fischer. I clenched my fists tightly and said, “Damien is my older brother. My name is Pia–” “Give me a break.” Grace cut me off, tossing the used tissue right into my face. “Damien doesn’t have a sister like you.”

A sisterhood so tight that we were the envy of Crystal High. But friendships crack. And when they do, the cracks widen. No matter how hard you try to seal them. A murder. A secret. One night. Four girls. What could have been the end of the sisterhood. The end of Me. Mira. Sandra. And… Linda.

That couldn’t be possible. He looked so much like her brother; the same strong jawline, the curve of his lips, the set of his eyes, but it wasn’t exact. He was taller, his eyes lighter, and his hair fell longer, sweeping past his collar. The resemblance was uncanny, disorienting, like seeing a reflection she didn’t recognize. Elara’s brain scrambled. How is this possible? she thought. It can’t be…he’s just…similar? Her pulse quickened despite herself. Familiarity and confusion tangled in her chest. She’d felt something like this before, when she glimpsed a stranger with the same smile as her brother, or the same posture but never so strongly, never so immediate.

I felt her small hand settle on my chest and explored me slowly, tentatively making its way down to my breeches. I moaned as my sister lightly brushed and then more firmly grasped my manhood from outside my clothes. Rachel moaned and looked at me, and we kissed. No chaste church wedding kiss was this; I was savage with her, pulling her to me and eliciting soft whimpers. I had always tried to treat my sisters with kindness, but there was no mercy left within me. I would have her. No protest from her would matter, nor would she stop if I begged her. We were lost.

The plate in her hand slipped slightly before she steadied it. For reasons she couldn’t explain, a chill ran down her spine. The air felt heavier. As if something had shifted. As if a decision had been made without her knowledge. Across the city, in a mansion guarded by iron gates and armed security— Two powerful brothers were preparing to reopen a seventeen-year search. They had no idea. The wrong girl was preparing to become their sister. And the real one was washing dishes.

"No. You always show up. That's not the same thing." I didn't have an answer. Liam leaned against the boards. The metal was cold. Condensation dripped down the glass. "You talked to your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't kick me out either." "That's something." "That's what everyone keeps saying." "Because it's true." Liam crossed his arms. "You can't fix everything overnight. You just have to keep showing up." "That's what I'm trying to do."