Sibling Seduction Novels & Stories

She honestly couldn't remember the last time she saw her mother and brother in the same place together but here they were. All because of some girl. “She doesn't have what it takes to be in the family, Ryker. As your twin, I am advising you to cancel the marriage.” Allison advised softly to her brother. If anyone else apart from her family saw Allison and the way she was acting now, they'd be stunned. Where did the proud and rude girl from before disappear to? They would wonder. “I've made up my mind, Allison, and you can't change it. Shouldn't you be happy that I'm getting married?” Ryker asked both of them as he stared at his mother and sister with indifference.

you find nothing better to do than sleep with my princess? - But... but... - But what...? Her brother punches me... - You better fix your mistakes, her father tells me. - What mistake? I didn’t do anything! It’s her who seduced me. I receive another punch: - You better not slander my sister; she was pure, and it’s you who perverted her with your actions. You’re the one leading her to sin. - But... that’s false! Marissa, tell them the truth! It’s you who seduced me!

she whispered to Beatrice, who had finally calmed down. The baby simply babbled, reaching up to grab a strand of her hair. She sighed and turned away from the window. Outside— Liam inhaled sharply, trying to control his rising frustration. “What are you doing here, Hannah?” He demanded firmly. His suspicions risen when he got her text saying she was coming to his house, the reason he got off work this early. His sister crossed her arms. “What else? I came to see my brother.” She answered indifferently.

Sarah rode him slow while Marcus fucked his wife from behind, her pearl snap shirt gaping open. "Hell yeah," he slurred, licking Adam's palm. Later, Sarah stretched across all three husbands, sticky and satisfied. "Told you seduction works." Jeff bit her shoulder. "Like father, like kids." Outside, Eli groaned, covering his siblings' ears. "For fuck's sake."

he sighed, surrendering, while mechanically rearranging his messy hair into the same messy look. “Seems like the big bad wolf is putty in my hands,” I teased while grabbing a fistful of his thin dress shirt, brining him closer to me so his lips would go back on mine. A disturbingly arousing growl was all the answer I was given before he made sure to show me just how much I, too, was affected by him. This was an alpha’s seduction, baby, and alphas do not fail.

Settled into something manageable and quiet, the emotional equivalent of an old scar that had long since stopped being tender. I had been twenty-three when I first understood, with the particular unwelcome clarity of something you can't un-know, that what I felt for my best friend's brother was not the mild, easily-catalogued fondness of family-adjacent affection. I had been standing in the Calloways' back garden at Jade's birthday party, fairy lights strung between the trees, and Marcus had been standing close enough that I could have counted his eyelashes, and he'd said something low and private that made me laugh, and I'd looked up and found him already looking at me, and the moment had s

Matthew lounged behind his desk with a blonde employee perched on his lap, her lips grazing his jaw, her hands running over him like he wasn’t sitting in a damn office. Pathetic. My hand slid into my pocket as my gaze hardened on him. “Long time, brother,” he smirked, stroking the woman’s thigh like he wasn’t ashamed. The word brother dripped with mockery. I ignored him and fixed my gaze on the woman. “Get out.” The cold edge in my voice made her freeze. She glanced at Matthew like she needed his approval first. He leaned to whisper something in her ear and only then did she rise and scurry past me, leaving behind her perfume and cheap desperation.

I tried to act calm, but my shaky voice betrayed how nervous I really was. She smiled gently, her big eyes seeming to speak without words. "What a coincidence - it's my first time here too." She placed my hand on her thigh, guiding it gently over her black stockings. My throat kept rolling, my eyes fixed on her leg, completely unable to focus on what she was saying. Next, without her guidance, I reached out and squeezed her thigh. She looked at me and let me caress her leg. My heart began to fasten gradually. Before long, I was no longer satisfied with just touching her black stockings; my movements intensified.

The challenge, the subtle resistance—it sparked something controlled but fierce inside him. He sat opposite her. The first touch was accidental, perhaps—her hand brushing his as she reached for her glass—but he allowed it to linger just enough for her to feel it. The electricity was immediate, undeniable. “This arrangement,” he said, voice even but dark, “is not just about files or contracts. It’s about control. Observation. Submission. And yes,” he let a slow, deliberate pause hang in the space between them, “pleasure.” She caught the inflection, the weight behind the word. Pleasure. As in she would be giving it, he would be taking it, and in turn, both would be learning—testing—measuring.

My lips drooled when I remembered her in a picture I saw in a magazine! "You're hot and seductive. Can you seduce my brother? I'll give you a million if you do it successfully, so that his obsession with the girl will end--" "Dexie!" I just frowned while looking at them. I saw this evil look on his sister. "Whatever!" Sir's sister struggled when Sir looked at him evilly. "Can you please leave, Dexie? My secretary and I are talking!" "Oh, are you talking about something that I can't hear? If it's about business, it's fine, right? Why do I have to leave?"