Two Incubus Brothers: Both Wanted My Sister Novel – Before my sister Layla Sterling left for her year abroad, she’d set me up with two incubi. Luke Vance was all charm and polish. Leo Vance never stopped flirting. I’d given them everything. The second Layla mentioned coming home, they were in the next room going at each other over who got to claim her first. Through the wall, I heard one of them call me dead weight.
I typed back immediately: [YES]. My brain supplied the logic even as something in my chest gave way, new incubus, better option. Why should I care about those two anymore? *** Their voices were still coming through the wall, vicious and raw. My phone screen lit up. Layla’s message had actually come through thirty seconds ago. [Autumn, aren’t you bored with those two yet?] [Found you a new one over here, tall, built, incredible stamina.
Reply YES if you want him.] Cold flooded my veins. My fingers had already hit “send” before my brain fully caught up. Layla’s call came through immediately. I answered on instinct. Layla’s face filled the screen, backlit by the afternoon sun. She was beaming. Her radiant smile made my eyes sting. The sight of her broke something loose inside me. My eyes burned, and tears spilled over before I could stop them. The truth hit with brutal clarity, neither of them had ever wanted me, not really. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What did they do? Was it Luke? Leo?” Layla leaned closer to the camera, her smile gone.
I swiped at my face and tried to smile. “You still can’t tell them apart.” She waved the comment away, frowning. “I don’t give a damn what their names are. They don’t matter. Just tell me which one I need to deal with. I’ll book a flight tonight.” I shook my head frantically. “It’s nothing. They’re fine. So where’s this new guy you mentioned?” Her grin turned wicked. She started walking, the phone bouncing with each step. “Look at you, stepping up your game. You were so timid before, I wasn’t even sure you could handle both of them.” Heat crawled up my neck.
Shame tasted like metal on my tongue. For the first six months after she left, nothing happened. They’d played the part perfectly, coffee in the morning, my water glass refilled before I even asked, the apartment spotless. Three months ago, I got drunk at a friend’s party. Luke picked me up and brought me home. He had the kind of face that didn’t look real, too perfect, too cold, like something carved out of marble. Liquid courage took over. I kissed him.
That night, he didn’t hold back. After that, he came to my room every night. That was the thing about incubi—once you let them in, they never leave. Leo thought it was hilarious at first. He’d make comments that left me burning up with embarrassment every time the door clicked shut behind Luke in the morning. But as the weeks passed and Luke and I grew closer, the amusement in Leo’s eyes faded. The teasing stopped. A darker, heavier intensity took its place.