The Brothers Sisters

By Amelie

Pierre LeBlanc is devastated by the untimely death of his beloved wife, Sylvie, killed in a car accident on her way from Paris to Versailles. Nothing seems to help, until he re-discovers his love for swimming.

As he puts the pieces of his world back together and joins the regular crowd at the pool, his life takes a turn when the fabulous Brothers sisters appear on the scene. They're fit, beautiful and identical.

It's not long before he gets to know them a little better and his life has never been the same since.

This is the latest story by the author Amelie. Strictly for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: e-ROTICA
• Release date: Apr 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311076106

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The Brothers Sisters

Amelie

Published by e-ROTICA, 2014.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE BROTHERS SISTERS

First edition. April 1, 2014.

Copyright © 2014 Amelie.

ISBN: 978-1311076106

Written by Amelie.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

THE BROTHERS SISTERS

for the men I have known

and the men I am yet to meet

THE BROTHERS SISTERS

by

AMELIE

translated by

EARL MANTISS-GRAY

and published by

e-ROTICA

for the men I have known and the men I am yet to meet

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THE BROTHERS SISTERS

I always take the first length slowly, reaching out and pulling gently against the water so that my body can adjust to the exercise. They call it a warm-up, but after the busy heat of the scorching Paris streets, it’s more like getting acclimatised to an ice bath.

Swimming’s something that’s hard-wired into me, like my circuits were built when I was a young man and never really changed. Frozen in time, I suppose. Which meant that when I needed it back in my life, it was there. Like riding a bike.

When they told me the news about Sylvie, I came apart like the wings of Icarus. Fell so hard into the earth that my insides were spread around the planet. I was left with a mind that could only settle with medication and a heart that could barely find the strength to beat.

She’d been driving to Versailles to make the final arrangements for our 25th wedding anniversary. The driver of the lorry told the police he had no chance. That the car veered to the left without any warning and ploughed straight into him. I considered suing him so hard that all he’d have left to wear would be the skin he was born in, but my grown up children showed all of their maturity and talked me out of it. The guy had done nothing wrong and the scars on his face and the limp he’d