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Kris took a step back, his eyes still fixed on mine. ‘Oh God!’ I sighed, bowing my head down. I stood up and pressed my boobs against his chest, rubbing his cock with the hand I had grabbed it with. I placed my jaw on his chest and looked up to him, “Do you wanna do this, or miss out?" “What would the boys think if they find out we had sex?" Kris raised a concern. “What would my brother's think of me if they find out I fucked my little sister? Our little sister."

"I want to do a lot more than this." "Well, you have me naked and your hand is on my tit." "Sis, not that I am complaining, but I thought this would be much harder than this to get you in my bed." "Look I've been married for twenty two years. I married when I was eighteen. The only man I have ever been with is my husband. I want to know what another dick feels like. Who better and safer than my own brother. It makes me real horny knowing you want to fuck me. It's nothing I ever thought about until today. I decided in the car I was going to get you to fuck me. Now brother," sis said as she layed down and spread her legs, "what are you going to do about it?"

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

" I can't believe how it is. It's the biggest cock I have ever seen. I want all of it in me. My husband's dick is not even half the size of yours. I didn't know what I was missing until you stuck it in me. Sis finished unbuttoning her gown and took it off. She reached down and pulled her panties off, then threw them on the floor. I looked at her pussy. It was shaved just like mom's was. I reached over and cupped her pussy in my hand. My sister laid back on the bed. "Fuck the fondling Billy; I want that cock in me now. All of it, I don't care how you do it but I better see all of it buried in my cunt." She spread her legs wide and raised her knees. She was ready. I moved between her legs and

It's in our third year of marriage that I first discover Tabitha Palmer is cheating on me. That night, she kneels outside my door in the pouring rain, crying and begging for my forgiveness. Holding my one-month-old daughter, Arlene Wilder, in their arms, my parents also plead Tabitha's case. "Why don't you give Tabitha one more chance? Arlene still needs her." The sight of Arlene, still in her swaddling clothes, makes my heart soften. Over the next five years, Tabitha treats me with the utmost tenderness, as though the betrayal never happens at all. One day, we go home for Thanksgiving. I see my younger brother, Glen Wilder, who has been living abroad for many years, and beside him is

I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference. Alexander Westwood didn’t say a word. He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a drink like this was just another business deal, like we hadn’t just stood in front of a hundred guests, pretending we were in love. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, ice in a perfectly tailored suit. I stood frozen, fists clenched around my veil, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire. “Do you always look this calm after marrying your brother’s fiancée?” I asked, my voice low.

Before I could finish my sentence, Kimberly slapped me again. “Do you still refuse to admit that you’re his mistress? Lucas and I are getting married soon. Why else would you show up now if not to steal my man?” I tasted blood in my mouth, and my cheeks were red as well as swollen. “You’ve misunderstood. My brother and I aren’t in a relationship,” I explained. Her expression darkened, and she kicked me hard in the chest. “Brother? Drop the act, you little tart! You must have seduced him with that face of yours.”

Her eyebrows twitched ever so slightly, but she didn’t speak. I went on. “Her name was Isabelle Beaumont. We were together for three years. She was the first woman I ever thought about settling down with. We were already designing our future, and I was stupidly, and recklessly in love.” My jaw clenched, but I forced myself to continue. “Then… I found out she was sleeping with Damien.” Selena’s lips parted slightly, shock flickering through her expression. “What?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. My own brother. I walked in on them. He didn't even show any form of remorse.”

Camille’s face turned red as she snapped, "Emily, just admit you’re still trying to chase Ethan. I caught you flirting with him!" Daniel, who had been quietly listening, suddenly looked sharply at Camille. "Which Ethan?" he demanded. "Your brother!" Camille said, throwing her arms up dramatically. "I caught them talking in a suspicious way!" I could no longer hold back. I stepped forward, my voice strong and firm. "Were we kissing, Camille? Were we having sex like I caught you doing with Daniel behind closed doors? Did you hear Ethan publicly claim me as anythig? No, you didn’t. So maybe you should stop creating false stories just because you’re insecure and miserable."

“‘My big step sister’s fingers claim me in the dark, turning family into fire. Her mouth on my breasts makes me forget our parents’ rings…’” I sucked her clit while she read, edging her perfectly. “Keep reading, dirty girl.” “‘She fucks me with her strap, whispering how wrong it is, but her love feels righter than anything. Step sisters blooming in secret…’” Her words drove me wild. I strapped on again and fucked her relentlessly now. “Come for me, Betty. Come on your big sister’s cock while you read your filthy story.” She exploded, screaming my name as her body convulsed. I followed soon after, grinding against the harness.