Dreams Sister Novels & Stories

The sight of these two sexy coeds, one of them my sister, kneeling between my legs, their tits swinging back and forth as they fight over my cock, gives me the biggest orgasm of the night. The next morning I wake up, glad to know it wasn't just a dream. I really slept with my sister and her roommate, their naked bodies still wrapped around mine. My morning hard-on doesn't go unnoticed and Sherrie argues successfully that she should be the one to ride it because she won't see me as often as my sister. Susan watches for a while then runs one hand over Sherrie's ass and down to my balls and uses her other hand to stimulate Sherrie's clit, while Sherrie bounces up and down on my rigid pole. I've

Tonight, they’re talking about me. “I’m telling you, she’s gotten so fucking hot.” That’s Jack, the one with the swimmer’s build and the cocky grin. “Did you see her by the pool today? That bikini was like... fuck.” “Bro, that’s your friend’s sister.” Marcus. He’s always been the cautious one. Football player, big shoulders, gentle eyes. "Stepsister,” Ethan corrects. “We’re not actually related.” “Still weird.” “Is it though?” Tyler now. He’s the quiet one, the one who watches more than he talks. “She’s nineteen. We’re all eighteen. She’s been away at college all year. It’s not like we grew up together.”

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

It turned out to be an even greater challenge than training with a mentor. Tonight, I again crawled to bed in complete impotence, and, barely touching the pillow, went into the world of dreams. For the first time in several years, I dreamed of the forest and the Darkness. Not the one that lives in our bodies, but something much more, an essence that we are not given to know. Previously, I tried to ask Venira, Lane and Kane about these dreams, and found out only that they had never had anything like this.

"Charlie, I had a nightmare. I dreamed I was trapped in a pitch-black cage with no way out. I dreamed that I was sick, that my entire body hurt so much. I was suffering and crying for help, but no one came. No one…" Her fingers dug into Charles' arm as panic surged through her. Then, she froze. She pushed Charles away with a jolt. "No… That person wasn't me." The woman in the dream—the one who looked exactly like her—was not pregnant. She did not have a swollen belly. "Charlie, it's my sister. It has to be Kelly." Her breath quickened. The overwhelming certainty settled deep in her chest like an anchor dragging her down. "You promised me, Charlie. You said you would bring my sister back. Whe

She probes. "We kissed," I confess. I continue. "But, I am so scared. Sarah will be so angry with me. What if she finds out?" "Why do you even care?" She questions. "Because she is my sister, and I am messing around with her best friend,” I answer. “Someone I am not even supposed to look at twice, let alone do anything else with.” "Aiden is not your cousin or brother, he is just your sister's best friend," She tells me.

"Well, you're going to love Chicago. I promise you. I've been to campus too already. It is an absolute dream, Hailee. Everything you need is a walk away." I smile as Dean rambles on about the campus. In the midst of leaving my family behind, at least I have him. I haven't heard from Lisa or said anything since our last conversation. She's been deliberately ignoring me these past few months and it hurts me that we've moved apart and that she won't tell me what the problem is. Honestly, I could guess what the root of it is. But I never forgot about her. Hopefully one day she'll come around. I'm glad Halsey is speaking to me again. Leaving knowing my sister wants nothing to do with me would hav

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She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

But even before she reached the kitchen she met her younger sister. "What happened, Sis Yassi? Why are you crying?" Yesha asked her worriedly. "Because of my dreams. I woke up crying but I can't remember what tearful dream I had," she said to her sister. She went straight to the kitchen and took an ice pack then placed it over her eyes. "You're weird Sister for dreaming like that. This has never happened to me before," Yesha commented before leaving the kitchen. "You will never experience this, Yesha. Because you can't go inside a story and fall in love with the character of the protagonist in the story," she softly replied to her sister even though she was no longer in front of her.