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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.

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Publié par	e-ROTICA
Date de parution	01 avril 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781311076106
Langue	English

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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.

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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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T HE 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 25 th 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 have to tolerate for the rest of his life would be punishment enough. Besides, the police investigators were able to demonstrate beyond doubt that Sylvie s car had blown a tyre and that she d been going far too fast to maintain control. The truth is, I was lucky that the driver didn t sue me. I suppose I have his guilt and his nightmares to thank for hat.
For out anniversary celebrations, we had a band booked and the finest caterers in Paris had put together a menu with more courses than you could count on your fingers. It was all to start off with a quiz all about our lives. How we met. Where we lived. The journeys taken by our children. Our room for the night had a four-poster bed that we d tried out before we finalised the booking just to make sure. The four-poster thing wasn t quite what I d imagined.