All Chapters of Stop Appearing In My Dreams, Brother-In-Law: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

​I looked over my shoulder into the dark corner where Ethan stood, making sure he saw the absolute surrender in her expression before I looked back down at her.​“I love you too, Lisa,” I fed the words straight back into her fantasy, my voice a soothing, dangerous caress that kept her locked beneath the surface of the sleep.I took out my fingers and rubbed it against the head of my throbbing cock. Then, I positioned the head of my cock to her dripping pussy, my hands gripping her hips as I watched my cock slide smoothly inside her. Lisa arched off the mattress instantly, a loud, breathless moan tearing from her throat as her fingers dug deep into the muscles of my back. She held onto me like I was her only anchor in the world, sniffling into my shoulder, completely lost in the twisted sanctuary of the dream I had built for her.When I pushed all the way in, her eyes finally flew open, dark and completely glassy with the haze of the sedative. She dug her fingers deeper into my skin

Lisa's POV ​The morning light filtered into my room and I felt like someone was using a mallet on the back of my skull. I tried to roll over, but a sharp, heavy wave of soreness radiated from between my legs, forcing a quiet gasp from my throat. ​Why does my body feel so entirely wrecked? ​I sat up slowly, clutching the duvet to my chest as a deep, unfamiliar ache throbbed between my thighs again. My skin felt overly sensitized, and even the friction of my shirt brushing against my breasts felt uncomfortable—they were incredibly tender, swollen, and heavy. ​Frowning, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. Was my period coming early? Was that why I felt so completely sore and exhausted, as if I had spent the entire night running a marathon? ​I tapped open my calendar app to check my cycle. The screen glowed back at me, showing my projected dates. I wasn't due for my period for another two weeks. According to the tracker, I was right in the middle of my ovulation window. ​I l

The drive downtown felt agonizingly loud, despite the quiet hum of the car's engine. Every time Adrian shifted gears, his forearm flexed, drawing my eyes right to the flesh-colored patch on his skin—a constant reminder of the ‘infestation’ that had forced us out. My fingers kept straying to my own neck, tracing the edges of the medicated patch he had smoothed down so carefully.​When he finally parked the car in the city center, the bustling crowd offered a temporary shield against the suffocating intimacy of the vehicle.​"The movie doesn't start for another hour," Adrian said, stepping out onto the pavement and looking around. "Let's take a walk down the promenade first. It's a nice day."​"Okay," I whispered, stepping out to join him.​Walking beside him felt entirely different from our trip to the supermarket. That had been an errand—a domestic, structured task that ended in a disaster.This felt aimless, leisurely, and terrifyingly free. I kept a careful, deliberate foot of spa

​The kitchen was filled with the familiar, everyday sounds of the house going back to normal. The steady thud of Adrian’s knife against the cutting board, the sizzle of garlic in the pan, and the bright, steady sound of Elena’s voice filled the downstairs.​"Honestly, Lisa, at one point I thought the whole deal was going to fall through," Elena called out from the kitchen, her voice carrying easily into the living room. "The investors were being so difficult about the numbers. I spent three hours in a locked room just going over everything until they finally signed."​I sat on the edge of the living room sofa, the television remote resting on my lap. The screen was playing some random show on low volume, a blur of shapes and noise that did nothing to drown out what was happening just a few feet away.​When we first came inside, I had practically run upstairs to put away the cream-colored bunny. It was sitting on my bed now—a soft, fluffy reminder of everything that had happened this a

Step by step, I drew closer to the master bedroom. The air felt thick, heavy with the reality of what was happening behind the wood. When I reached the door, I leaned in, pressing my hands first on the door and then my ear flat against the smooth surface.And then, my breath hitched.​Through the wood, the muffled sounds of intimacy tore through the quiet. I could hear Elena, her breath hitched, softly moaning Adrian’s name in a way she never did downstairs. And then there was Adrian—his voice low, raspy, and dark, whispering sweet, praising words to her as he fucked her.​A sharp, electric tingle shot straight down to my thighs. I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted blood, my eyes squeezing shut in the dark hallway. I shouldn't be here. This was sick. This was my sister.​But the sound of his voice—the deep, guttural groan that escaped Adrian's throat as he moved against her—shattered whatever restraint I had left.​Trembling, I slipped my damp, cold hand down, sliding it past the wai