Erotic Sibling Stories Novels & Stories

Danny lets out a freaked out sound, but Erika moves on to the next one with a little mischievous smile and I’m almost certain she was teasing my very loud and proud child-free sister about that. "I just want more confirmation that I am not under a love spell," my brother says, crowding the poor woman. Erika closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as if to as for patience. My siblings are extremely annoying, so I perfectly understand her, "I know you've told me ‘no’ on two different occasions, but are you still sure? Because I'm still in love with Cassie."

What I was about to do? Eric was not my blood brother, but we had been raised together. He was my mate, and yet, to many, our upbringing was no different than blood siblings. And maybe what we were about to do would still be considered taboo to the masses. My eyes flicked back to Eric’s, seeing the silent question still burning there. If we did this—if we kissed in front of everyone, announcing our love to the world—nothing would ever be the same. But I supposed that our fate had already been sealed sixteen years ago when Eric had found a scared little girl in a blizzard.

I exhaled and looked at him. "Eric, you're just a bad human being. You slept with my sister, got her pregnant, and you were about to marry her. And not once did I attack you. Not once did I go to the papers and say, 'I broke up with Eric Blackwind because he slept with my sister.' That would have made headlines. I could have made a lot of money from your Betrayal. But I didn’t."

What a disgusting breeding kink! ××××× " Ivan, my brother will come any time soon," Ember said to Ivan who was thrusting into her. " I don't care, let him come," He said looking into her eyes. She came to cook food for her baby brother who came here with Ivan to visit his sister after 7 days. Currently Eric is in his room, gathering his things as he is going on a vacation with Corey and his girlfriend and Ivan is fucking Ember on the kitchen counter. She is sitting on the counter, her leggings on the floor and his pants are near to his

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

I would rather have my own room, just like they each have their own room in addition to the shared one. The two brothers have been close since childhood, and they have developed a peculiar shared interest since their teenage years. Those two liked sharing women, something their father highly frowns upon. Over the years, he has come to be a bit lenient on them as long as they perform their other duties well.

"I’m the only one in this house who sees you. The real you. Not the 'prodigy' Ethan bought." Kai let out a low, jagged laugh against my throat. "Then you’re the biggest fool of all. There is no 'real' me left. Ethan carved it out years ago." His mouth found the hollow of my neck, biting down softly just enough to make me gasp, just enough to leave a mark I’d have to hide with a scarf. The erotic tension that had been building since the basement snapped. This wasn't the slow burn of a romance; it was the frantic, hungry collision of two people who knew their time was running out.

Little does he know she is pregnant with twins. A boy and a girl that will grow up to enjoy the same incestuous, BDSM relationship. * * * Kristen squeals in delight, picturing Amanda sucking her big brother's cock clean. She was much better for him than saying dumb things like how cute Kristen was. The bookworm whimpers through her orgasm and pants, her pleasure past. "Shame brothers and sisters can't love each other," she says. Only in her journal. Or so she thinks. Kristen lets Derrick drift from her mind as she searches for her next story. Maybe one about Mr. Holiday. He hasn't been having much fun at all while Daddy's been cuckolding him and breeding his daughters.

Then the thick head of his cock glides over my clit, teasing. “Confess,” he demands. “Tell me you’ve been fantasizing about your stepbrother’s cock.” “I have,” I gasp. “I’ve wanted it for years.” He drives into me in one brutal thrust. I cry out at the sudden stretch. He’s so thick, filling me so deeply with my hands trapped behind me. Gripping the chain between the cuffs like a handle, he starts fucking me just as I imagined. “Fuck, little sister... you’re soaking your brother’s cock,” he groans. “So tight. So fucking guilty.”

"Let me hear how much you love cheating on your sister with her husband's cock." I pulled off just enough to gasp, "I love it, Mark. Your cock tastes so good. Fuck my face." He thrust deeper, using my mouth while I fingered my own clit through my shorts. He hauled me up and spun me around, bending me over the bed. My shorts and panties hit the floor. Mark lined his cock up with my soaked pussy and slammed in deep in one thrust. "Oh god, yes!" I cried out, loud enough that it echoed. "Pound me hard, fuck your wife's sister!"