Erotic Sibling Stories Novels & Stories

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

His voice, his eyes, his scent, his body - everything. Glancing down and placing my hands upon my very pregnant self, I felt my pup kick. My precious pup. Taking a deep breath, remembering why I came to this hellhole and I started walking forward. * “And then,” Emeric continued. “I pushed my brother down the bar stairs and all these hot chicks laughed so hard,” Emeric decided that telling stories of women, his brother, and his drunken self was the best way to pass time; although I hated to hear about other women and my mate in the same sentence, I knew better than to believe that my mate either flirted, talked, or even wanted to be where they were. Emrys knew I was his mate from the start.

“Then fuck me. Right here.” Eli lost it. He ripped Dara’s shorts down, spat on his hand, and pushed two fingers into Dara’s ass. Dara groaned loud, pushing back on them. Eli added a third, stretching him open while stroking Dara’s cock. Dara was moaning shamelessly, hips rocking, cock leaking all over Eli’s hand. Eli pulled his fingers out, lined up, and slammed in raw in one hard thrust. Dara cried out, back arching. “Fuck— Eli— yes—”

The bartender placed their drinks on the bar, with the bill for Louis to sign, and left them alone. “Yes, you do. You want this,” Louis whispered, as he pulled away from her. “I’ve been wanting to do that since you left. And more since I saw you sitting there.” “You’re my brother. This is wrong!” Juliette moaned. “Stepbrother makes it less wrong, don’t you think? And, we didn’t know today. Though, Juliette,” he tipped her face to look at him, “even if I had known, as I do now, I would still want to do this.” He pulled her face towards him and kissed her again. She felt herself weaken.

We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path. “I must say, you fuck too good.” I bit my tongue. “I want more, daddy,” I sounded way more seductive than my looks.

"Excuse me!" "We don't want to waste any time, trust me…" He grabbed my left leg, placed it around his waist, and wrapped his arm around me. He pulled down his trousers and his underpants. "And what are you doing, dear brother?" I asked, my brows raised. "Don't call me your brother, Alli," he gritted. "Sure," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You're my stepbrother, blah, blah, blah." He growled, his darkened eyes narrowing. "I want to do dirty and wild things to you, but hearing that from you makes me want to do even more things to you. More dirtier things to you, little sister."

"I'm an adult. You're adults. We're all single. We're all attracted to each other. What's the problem?" "The problem is we're not normal men with normal desires. We don't share well with others. We're possessive. Demanding. And...." he hesitated "....we share some things between us. Including, occasionally, women. If you started something with one of us, you'd end up with all of us eventually. Can you handle that?" Lily's pussy flooded with arousal at the implication. "You share women? The three of you?" "Sometimes. When we find someone special. Someone who wants all three of us. Someone who can handle the intensity." His eyes locked with hers. "Could you handle it, Lily? Could you handle be

He fucked me like he hated me, deep, punishing strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. “Say it,” he growled, hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes. “I’m your little sister… I belong to you… breed me, Damien… please fill me with your baby!” “Gonna pump you so full tonight. Gonna breed my own little sister until your belly swells. You want my baby, don’t you?” “Yes! Breed me… fill me up… I want your baby inside me!” “Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.”

It’s just that sometimes I feel like she’s the tortoise to my hare. Maybe it’s because in the pageant world, scandals are a no-no, so we’ve had to keep our relationship hush- hush. But I ask you: would anyone really be surprised? I’m surprised there hasn’t already been a sapphic snow- ball effect. I mean, here you have a bevy of beautiful women who grin and bare it backstage, treating each other to flashes of flesh and snippets of skin, and— “You still haven’t answered my question,” Taryn tells me. She lies down on her bed, beside a new pantsuit that wasn’t there a minute ago.

Alpha Damien knew why she was behaving like that and he was ready to stop her and make her understand his feelings. “You know why I'm here and what I'm trying to do.” Erica said to him with her hands still folded across her chest. Alpha Damien guessed she was going to do something stupid but he was hoping she didn't. “I have told you several times that you can only be my sister.” The word sister pierced her deep when she heard what he said. She has told him several times that they don't have the same parents so they can never be siblings. “We are not siblings.” Erica said to him angrily. When Alpha Damien heard her tone he knew she was just upset that's why she was reacting like that.