Chubby Sister Novels & Stories

Her eyes flick between Elena and me, and I can practically see the pieces falling into place in her mind. The cabin. The romantic setup. The woman she assumed was Dominic’s wife. Who was actually his wife’s sister. She knew then I was Dominic’s mistress. His wife's sister. A shameless whore who is stabbing her sister in the back. “Oh my goodness.” Chloe’s professional composure cracks slightly. “I’m so sorry. I just assumed—you look so much alike, and I—” She stops, clearly flustered. “Please forgive me, Mrs. Ashcroft. That was terribly presumptuous of me.”

Upon opening my eyes, I spotted my older sister, Marissa Lipton, fiddling with my phone. Unlike in my previous life, where she immediately began shouting at me, her brows were furrowed as she took out her own phone. It looked like she was jotting something down. Immediately, I understood that she had been reborn along with me, back to the moment she discovered that I had been dating someone online. In our last life, she hadn't wasted any time before tattling to our parents about it. She claimed that I had gone down the wrong path and was cheating on my fiance behind his back.

The implementation of her well-crafted plan had been caught by a random dash cam. She looked up with a grin. "You wanna know why? Because you couldn't afford two kids but had us anyway. If I didn't kill her, how would I get all your money? She acted so superior, still being kind after everything. Idiots like that deserve to die!" Linda swayed in shock. Just for that? Was kindness a crime? Yeah, if I hadn't been so dutiful, I wouldn't have died so horribly. She croaked, "But she is your sister. How could you?"

“Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.” Wendy saw that her lies had been exposed, so she grabbed me and whispered, “Ruby, if you refuse to give me anything today, we’ll stay here and haunt you forever. “After that, you’

I went on to tell the female police officer about how Vivian barged into our room on our wedding night, insisting on sleeping with Zachary, how she guilt-tripped Zachary into leaving when I was sick in the hospital, and how she would threaten to end her life whenever Zachary and I were on a date. For three entire years, I backed down time and again, only for Vivian to grow increasingly bold and outrageous. I informed the police officer about how I accidentally overheard Zachary's conversation with Vivian, which was how I learned that she wasn't actually his younger sister but rather his ex-wife.

Honey was rubbing her sister's back. I was enough of a pervert to look from Heather's bare feet up to her perfect ass, clad only in a pair of black panties. Heather was my athlete. She had inherited my height, and stood at five-eight, with strong legs and a ripped midsection from playing endless games of soccer for her high school team. Despite her lack of nearly all unnecessary fat, Heather also had a perfect set of c-cup breasts that absolutely defied gravity. Honey was the older sister, but Heather had more of a woman's body. A body that a lot of playboy models would have been jealous of.

"You know, thank god your sister has a penchant for sarcasm. If, back on that day you first got dosed, she'd gone 'you're a pig and we hate you,' I'd have really missed the chance to fuck you." "Thank god my sister had a crush on the hottest teacher with the biggest fattest dick in school," she panted. "Not so much a crush as threw a tantrum over her chapstick on the wrong day," I amended, helping myself to a hard squeeze of her tit. It might be rigging the game in favor of Lefty, but I couldn't resist. "Yeah, sure, she totally wasn't into you before that." Her eye roll transitioned into hard squints of arousal as I pressed my handful out from its cup and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Fir

There we saw a big round table with chairs all around it, and Damian's friends were sitting there. On the table were about 8 of them, including my very own sister; Stephanie. I scoffed. She really has no shame. Her eyes met mine, and she smirked. “Hey, Damian!” She exclaimed and all eyes turned to Damian and I. “Look at him, and his wife,” another female drawled. I gulped, and held Damian tighter. I started to fidget. “Hey, Mr handsome,” a lady on another man’s laps called. I scrunched my nose in annoyance.

"Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."

Other sisters started doing the same. Sister Beatrice hiked her habit up and sat on the altar corner, her fingers busy working in and out of her own hairy pussy. The dark curls were all matted with her wetness, and she moaned low, timing her thrusts with the sucks on my breasts.