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Brother Sister Incest Romance Novels

Title:  The Pianist

Series:  Close for Comfort No.2

Author: Tristan Sparrow

Author's Page:  Other Titles

Publisher:  Lots Cave

Language: English

Length:  13,827 Words

ISBN:  9781311009432

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The Pianist


“Nothing and no one will ever hurt you again, Liss, I promise.”

She looked at me and tried to force a smile. But then she sobbed again, her hazel eyes glistening with tears.

“It’s OK, darling,” I whispered soothingly. “Here, let me help you.”

I grabbed a couple of Kleenex from her nightstand and dabbed at her beautiful eyes.

“There, all better. See?”

And I gently grabbed her head, pulling her face into mine. I kissed her eyes, tasting her tears. I held her again, running my hands all over her back, up and down, comforting her.


She placed her hand on my cheek, fixing me with her eyes.

“Yes, my love?”

“I love you.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Oh, Lissa. I love you, too. More than you know, my angel.”

And with that, I kissed her. Wrapping my arms round her once more, I brought her to me and kissed my sister full upon the mouth, years of passion finally coming to the surface. My tongue sought out hers, and to my ecstatic surprise and relief, she responded! Her tongue danced with mine, fully half a minute. When we parted, a strand of saliva connected our lips—a highly erotic sight, making me only want to kiss her again.

And so I did. Her breath came faster, meeting mine. Our hands roamed over our backs, our shoulders, our arms. Her breasts crushed against my chest, and I could both see and feel that her nipples were erect beneath that sheer tank top. I knew she was enjoying this as much I was.

But suddenly she drew back. Dear God, had I let my impulsivity run amok? Did I misjudge the moment altogether? Was this madness?

My sister pressed against me, pushing me slightly back, her hand upon my left nipple. Yet fleetingly, she caressed my pectoral muscles and upper torso, as if this were what she truly wanted. But then she withdrew her hand as though she’d touched a hot stove.

“Bobby, we can’t. We can’t do this. It’s wrong. It’s incest. It’s—”

“Have you not known?” I asked, interrupting her and placing two fingers lightly across her lips. “Have you not sensed, not intuited this for long years now? Lissa, I’m crazy about you! Always have been. I love you. I adore you! I think of you a thousand times a day. I dream about you. Your eyes, your smile, your body…And it’s more than that. You’re a genius. My attraction to you is as much about what’s between your ears as what’s between—your legs.”

I chuckled at this and smiled at her, hoping my little bit of humour might soften her. She did laugh a little, hugging me again. We were still wrapped in each other’s arms when she suddenly drew back slightly and touched my cheek. Her beautiful face held a look I’d seen before, long years ago: the look of a mothering older sister who has just seen her beloved little brother fall off his tricycle.

“All right, Bobby. Who am I kidding? Yes, I love you, too and in a more than sisterly way. And I’ve probably loved you that way as long as you’ve loved me. When we were younger, I always felt I had to protect you somehow, to keep you safe from harm. Now you’re the protector—the one who quite possibly saved my life.”

“If only I could have—”

“No, Bobby,” she said, her soft fingers upon my lips. “Don’t do that to yourself. If we obsess over what-if’s and hypotheticals and might-have-beens, we’ll rob the future of its potential and the present of all its joy.”

“Sounds like you’ve been listening to my little lectures of late.”

“They didn’t fall upon deaf ears, you know. Mom and Dad would want us to be happy. You were so right about that.”

“I’m also right about this,” I said, and I tried to kiss her again.

“No, no, you’re wrong about it,” she said, pushing me away as more tears formed in her eyes. “We’re both wrong. I can’t feel this way about you, Bobby. I can’t. You’re my brother, for God’s sake!”

“That’s part of what makes ours—potentially, anyway, if you’ll just listen, Sis—the ideal relationship. Friends and lovers come and go. Spouses divorce, or they die. But a sibling is for ever, Lissa. In me, you have a biologically built-in best friend—a best friend with benefits. I don’t have some wife to go crawling back to, like Prof. Jarvis.”

“You wanna know the truth?” she asked, looking down.


“I nearly broke up a man’s marriage—all because I didn’t think I could have you.”

She now looked up, and our eyes met. Tears were rolling down her cheeks once more. Her words left me dumbstruck.

Tristan Sparrow’s entire ‘Close for Comfort’ series:

Bonus Book: The Birds       Book 1, The Storm       Book 2, The Pianist     

Book 3, The Charm             Book 4, The Ghost       Book 5, The Dance

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Robert and Melissa have beauty, brains and bucks. But when tragedy propels them into each other’s arms, they discover passion and pleasure undreamt of. Melissa, who is preparing for her début piano concert, deflowers her beloved little brother, finding in this tall, strapping lad a positively godlike lover. The two run away abroad, chasing secret passions, dreams and their own private happiness.

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eBook TAGS     Brother Sister Incest, Sibling Sex, Passion & Confession, Family Romance Erotica, Heroism

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