Sharing A Bed With Aunt Novels & Stories

When the handsome guy she met over the weekend, strode into her class room with his neatly, ironed suit and introduced himself as their new math teacher, 19 years old Emily felt butterflies in her stomach. Emily had a huge crush on her math teacher but he wouldn't look her way. But one day, she caught her math teacher and the art teacher having sex. Emily stayed behind and watched the whole scene. But she found out that her art teacher was actually married. That was when she decided to blackmail her math teacher. Now, she wants to have a taste too and she couldn't control the burning desire in her. She couldn't keep the sight out of her head and the only thing she wants is to get laid by her hot math teacher.

Upon waking up in the bed of her sister's husband, Christie gazed at the bruises and the hickeys on her body before eyeing the handsome man responsible for them, "Did you bring me here to violate me, bastard?" "Why would I do that?" questioned the man, grabbing my jaw. "Don't you remember that you texted me to meet you here?" "What? I could never do that to my sister! I must be drunk!" lamented Christie with wet eyes. "But, why did you take my virginity last night? "What else? I did it for revenge. Wouldn't it be interesting to bear the child of your ex-boyfriend, whom you cheated on?" whispered the shameless man into my ear, while simultaneously threatening me with severe consequences upon considering abortion. "No! You're my brother-in-law!"

All the paparazzi in Glorisia knows that Wanda Foster would rather sleep with an escort from a nightclub than with me, her legally-wedded husband. The daily question they ask is, "When will Mr. Gulliver give his precious first time away?" When faced with the paparazzi's cameras, Wanda turns to look at me arrogantly. "We can just lead different romantic lives on our own. If you don't like how I act, feel free to sleep with someone else too." After that, Wanda turns to leave. That night, the spicy photos of her and her latest beau go viral on the news once again. Just when everyone thinks I will spend yet another sleepless night agonizing over the news, I contact some paparazzi and place a reservation on a spot for sensational news. Then, I strip down and mess up the bedsheets before taking a nude photo of myself from another person's POV. After that, I use an unknown number to text Wanda. "Oh my, James is seriously amazing in bed! Let me know when you're going to divorce him!"

"Don't keep prodding me with your rod, Chase. It's itchy…" In a northeastern village, I am in bed with my wife and the rest of her family. My wife, Dakota Allen, and her younger sister, Yvette Allen, sleep on each of my sides. Yvette sleeps with her back to me, and her backside presses against the front of my body. Her body has just developed into maturity, so her round buttocks are firm and supple. They set ablaze the primal heat that stirs within me. Unbelievably, she seems to have started enjoying my prodding. Dakota is sleeping just behind me. I cannot hold it in much longer…

Elena Ashvale was born cursed or so the wolves believed. A half-blood carrying both human and werewolf blood, Elena grew up as an outcast in Pack Blackthorn, enduring humiliation in silence while serving those who despised her existence. At nineteen, her fate shattered on the night of the full moon when Alpha Caelan Blackthorn rejected her without hesitation, declaring her unworthy to be his Luna. Broken and abandoned, Elena fled beyond the pack borders, unaware that her rejection had awakened something far more dangerous than exile. Lucien Noctyrr Valecrest, the Beast King, ruler of all living beings felt it the moment her bond was severed. At 25, bound by ancient laws that forbade him from ever taking a mate, Lucien recognized the impossible truth: Elena was his. A forbidden mate. A bloodline erased from history. And a power capable of healing even curses born from the Underworld itself. In a world where a King is not allowed to love, Elena becomes the one who threatens the laws of fate. Rejected by an Alpha. Claimed by a King. And destined to change the werewolf world forever.

“Don't you guys feel sorry for her?” “She's just a cheap slut that begs for me every night,” a man that looks exactly like her fiancé said with a smirk. Eleanor just found out that her fiancé was a twin and her bedmate was his twin brother. Her caring fiancé by day was different from the one filled with desires at night. ********* Eleanor dated her fiancé for four years and decided to get married to him, but she was just a pawn in his revenge games. What will she do when she finds out that the man she has been sleeping with was her fiancé’s secret twin brother, not her fiancé?

He was just a stranger at the bar. One drink. One night. No names. Talia James didn’t plan to sleep with anyone, especially not a gorgeous, arrogant man in a designer suit with eyes cold enough to freeze fire. But one tequila too many, and her life changed forever. Nine months later? Twins. Two weeks after birth? That same man shows up at her door, DNA test in hand. “You had my children. You belong to me now.” Turns out, Ethan Wolfe is not just any man, he’s a billionaire CEO used to getting everything he wants. And right now? He wants her. Talia may have carried his babies, but she’s not about to be carried like some damsel. Not when he’s bossy, grumpy, and completely infuriating. Too bad the twins already love him. Too bad her heart might be next. One wild night. Two tiny surprises. And a CEO who won’t let her go.

I tried to hide this secret. But wanting him burned inside me like a fever I could not shake. He is my best friend's brother. The one I should never touch. The kind of guy who could break you without trying. Every girl wanted him. So did I. He was my secret. My late-night fantasy. The one I craved but never dared to want out loud. Then one night, he looked at me like he finally saw me. Touched me like I was the only girl in the world. And just like that, I stopped pretending. Now we are stuck in something messy… Lust, secrets, and stolen nights. I know I should walk away. But I cannot breathe without him. I loved him quietly for years. Now I am his secret. And maybe the next girl he would break her heart. Can I stay alive without him? These feelings would kill me alive.

My wife, Wendy Sinclair, has a severe sleepwalking disorder. After she falls asleep, she always wanders out in a state of unconsciousness. The night before our wedding, she disappears without a word. I have no choice but to postpone our wedding. Only then does she walk out of her childhood friend's house next door, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Afraid I might overthink, she cries and apologizes to me. "There's no cure for my condition. From now on, just tie me up when I sleep, okay?" I feel sorry for her, so I just change the door lock to make sure she cannot go out. But in the middle of the night, I wake up and see her standing on the edge of the balcony. She climbs in through the window and goes into her childhood friend's house again. Soon, suggestive and intimate sounds come from inside. My blood runs cold. Her sleepwalking isn't an illness at all—it is out of love.

He was never meant to be mine. It began with my mother's marriage to the Alpha. Overnight I acquired a bag, a new house, and a stepbrother I couldn't resist. cold eyes. Commanding physical presence. Dangerous in ways I had still to grasp. I reassured myself it was innocent. One crush. Intuitiveness. I then went into my first class and encountered my instructor. The same man. My alpha stepbrother. Guidelines became indistinct. Bounds broke open. After hours, I was in his office; my heart was pounding beneath the tables; seduction was buzzing in the air. Originally a wild wager—something exciting and foolish—turned into stolen moments and charged silences that communicated more than words ever could. I missed the game ending. I never realised when desire evolved into need. Or the man I adored was when the Alpha I was not permitted to desire. Bound to the one man who could destroy me—or claim me—I am now stuck between pack rules and my own heart. Falling for my alpha stepbrother was never intended. I also have no idea what could ever move me away.