Ben Shapiro's Sister Nude Novels & Stories

Despite my best intentions I took a few minutes to admire my sister's nude body. She really was in good shape. Her tits still had some shape despite Marti's lying on her back. Her belly was flat and hard. She trimmed her pubic hair and shaved it into a vee shape so that she could wear a very tiny bikini. Her pussy lips were shaved clean. My cock was so hard it hurt. I tried to convince myself that my erection was due to Miss Pompom with the perky nipples but it was obvious even to me that I was getting aroused looking at my naked sister. I unzipped my jeans to relieve the strain on my cock.

"What baby? Amy, are you…" I helpfully explained, "Amy, my poor sister, got sexually assaulted three months ago. She's now pregnant with her assailant's child. My advice was to get an abortion, but she refuses to get one. What do you think we should do in this situation, Eric? Should we file a police report?" Before Eric could say anything, Amy lunged at me, her nails almost clawing at my face. "Why must you make it sound so horrible? Are you doing it on purpose? I'm already in anguish over the fact that I… Must you bring up my trauma like that?

Well, she's going to love this then. “On your knees now! Baby girl.” I tell her, unbuckling my pants and pulling down my zipper. I take my cock out of the opening of my pants and boxers. Sherry P.O.V: I know I heard my sister's voice. I know she's with Wade. I am going down the dark hallway. Just a couple of minutes ago, I was just with Derrick; he was kissing me and whispering naughty things he wants to do to me. I blushed thinking about what he said to me in my ear. I started walking into a room. I was looking around the room. Then suddenly I heard the door behind me shut and lock.

She said. A collective gasp was heard this time after everyone heard what Sheinna said. “’Fornite’?!” there were murmurs again and whispers in the classroom. “It couldn’t be… Shane Fornite… oh, god!” someone sighed. “First, it’s Raiver. And now, it is someone related to Shane!” they said. “Hey, maybe she’s not related to Shane…” someone said, feeling optimistic. But Sheinna’s next words crushed his hope. “I am Shane’s…” she spoke as her lips curled up. “Sister.” She said as her eyes narrowed mischievously. “Half-sister.” She added.

Breen stood a couple of feet away, looking nervous. She raised her finger to her lips to remind him to silence. She needed to wait for that bunkhouse door to open. It figures, her sister had gotten too drunk and oversexed herself then was still sleeping at this time of day too. Well, after this, she might rethink he drunken waywardness! A noise came from the front of the bunkhouse and she saw Breen turn his head. Suddenly, the echoing of male voices flooded into the large room. That was her cue! She rolled the blanket down and revealed what she thought she would find. SKIN! “Great, she is totally nude too!” she whispered as she glanced over at Breen.

And layered on top of that was the taboo of the actress being my sister, this sister who had just stripped naked for me and was now turned on like I never thought I'd see. I moaned at regular intervals as she worked her lips up and down my shaft. The feeling was incredible. For a moment I forgot Scott was even there. It was just me and Hannah, our bodies in synch with each other, not like siblings but like lovers. As I watched I could see the tip of my shaft bulge against the inside of her cheek, just like I'd seen her do with Scott a minute before.

Sharon abruptly pulls away from him and runs a few feet away. "Please!" she begs as she starts swaying her hips and running her hands seductively over her body. "You have to help me, Paul," she pleads again. "Or let me go back inside," she says defiantly. Paul takes in the forbidden sight of his naked sister, his eyes lingering on the light blonde triangle of pubic hair and he can't control the reaction of his manhood.

Blake's POV The room brightened up and I heard Jade's voice, making me pull away from whatever her name is, "Blake?" she uttered my name, I looked towards the light switch to find her standing there, one hand on the switch and the other holding her bathrobe in place, shock overwriting her features as she stared at us, her hands fell to her sides and the robe slipped open, exposing her fair legs and the night shirt she had on wasn't buttoned completely, showing off her cleavage and a few bits of her stomach. This was all her fault to begin with, walking around the house in such flimsy clothes and I can't even touch her, she's the reason why I have to resort to this.

she asks while fixing her hair, “Hi, I’m Shayne, Bavina’s beautiful sister.” I raised my eyebrow, she’s not like that when she’s talking to me. She even changed her voice! Paul looked at me before he looked at Shayne again. “Oh, you were the one who chatted me last time, right?” “Yes,” she formally answers him, I rolled my eyes. She sat beside Paul while I’m leaning to the cabinet, crossing my arms in front of them. “You’re more handsome in personal,” Shayne commented while looking at his face, I shake my head, Paul looked at me, it’s obvious that he’s trying not to laugh. I feel embarrass for my sister!

"Fine. I'll apologize." Thousands of viewers flooded the livestream in seconds. I took a deep breath. My voice was shaking. "My name is Jennifer Rocher. I admit here and now that I have harmed my daughter, Ellie, as well as Lydia Winston. I sincerely apologize to both of them." Lydia dabbed at her dry eyes. "Jennifer, I don't blame you. I will raise Ellie well. Harvey says she looks just like me. Maybe that's fate—maybe we were always meant to be mother and daughter."