Erotic Sibling Stories Novels & Stories

I continued, voice dropping lower, “they don't beg for it. They don't claw at his back, wrap their shaky legs around his waist, and scream his name while he ruins them. Sisters don’t just take their brother’s cock, they don't squirm and whimper like needy whores, milking him with their dripping little cunt until he fills them up with every drop of his cum. They don't let their own brother pump them full, breeding them deep while they shake and cum all over him.” I finished the last button and leaned in until our faces were only inches apart, my breath brushing her lips. Her eyes fluttered, her whole body trembling against mine. I could smell how soaked she was, how badly her body wanted exac

I tried to keep my eyes open but the first lick made me tip my head back in pleasure. Robin climbed onto the bed beside me and turned my face toward him so he could kiss me again while his brother worked between my legs. I came the first time with Hillian’s tongue against my clit and Robin’s fingers twisting my nipple. My orgasm hit me so bad that my thighs were shaking, but Hillian did not stop. He kept licking through it until I pushed at his head, I was oversensitive. Robin took his place. And he was rougher with his mouth, he sucked my clit harder, adding two fingers right away and curling them inside me.

The words spilled out of me before I could stop them. Garrick laughed and hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me in half. The new angle let him grind his dick right against me “Listen to her, brothers. One dick and our sweet little moonflower is already begging like a bred-out pack slut.” The other alphas stroked their leaking cocks faster. Their eyes glowed as they watched my pussy stretch obscenely around their leader’s thick dick Eric reached down and slapped one of my bouncing tits making it jiggle. Gabriel leaned in and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.

Lena turned her head and kissed me; desperate and tongues tangling while the brothers fucked us side by side. I could still taste myself on her lips. The wet sounds of two pussies getting destroyed filled the room. “Hold her hand,” Lena’s dad ordered. I reached out blindly. Lena’s fingers laced with mine and squeezed tightly as Ethan railed me harder. Every thrust pushed me forward, made my tits bounce. I was moaning into Lena’s mouth like a whore, feeling completely used. They switched positions. Ryan pulled out of Lena and moved behind me. His cock felt different; longer curled just right. He sank in deep and big, hitting the spot that made my eyes roll back.

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.” I read the text again, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird that wanted its fucking freedom. My breath hitched, a sharp, jagged sound in th

"Stepbrother? Oh, yeah, Collins mentioned that. But you guys aren't blood related or anything, right? I mean, no big deal if something happened. He's hot, and you two live together. Stuff like that happens in movies all the time." I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and I reached for a bottle of water on the table to buy time. As I leaned forward, I felt more of his cum shift inside me, leaking out slow, and my pussy clenched hard, sending a jolt of need through me. God, why did talking about him make me so wet? I hated how my body reacted, nipples tightening under the thin bikini top, visible now if she looked close. "Nah, nothing like that," I said, taking a sip. "He's just... Haiden. Always

I rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. “Look at you,” I taunted, voice husky. “Soaking wet because your cousin fucked your little brother. Does that turn you on, Lila? Knowing I rode Jeremy’s cock in your family basement?. I know you've done it with him before too” I guessed--She tries to deny it but her face betrays her "I know you... Lila" She whimpered and ground harder against my hand. “Shut up… fuck… keep talking.” I smiled wickedly and pushed two fingers deep inside her. “He was so eager. Came so fast the first time. Then I made him fuck my ass while I told him how much better it felt than anything his big sister could ever give him.”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"The shy little vamp has unexpected depths." My eyes went wide as I looked up at him in astonishment. Then I looked down at the screen and wanted to die. I'd left it at the cover of one of my favorite erotic romances. The very explicit cover. Dear lord! "What?" He shrugged, a wide grin still splitting his face. "I have three sisters. I'm very familiar with a wide variety of fiction." He spent a few minutes playing with the device then carefully turned it off and set it aside. "Thanks." He reached across the table and took my hands, surrounding them with the warmth and strength of his own. Moisture built between my thighs just from that subtle touch, and my nipples swelled, rasping against th

The man who had been both family and forbidden fantasy. Victor—her mother’s husband’s younger brother—had always been larger than life. Tall and commanding at fifty-two, with piercing gray eyes, a chiseled jaw dusted with stubble, and hands that looked capable of both gentle caresses and ruthless possession. Their summers together in this house had started innocently enough: shared meals, late-night talks on the porch. But that final summer when she turned eighteen, everything shifted. A lingering touch on her waist. His gaze dropping to her budding breasts in a thin tank top. The night he found her sneaking wine in the study, pulled her close, and kissed her with a hunger that left her trem