Erotic Sister Story Novels & Stories

She grinned at me and then turned her gaze on Chad, who was staring at me, questioning. "Oh! Dear, haven't he told you?" She placed her hand over her mouth dramatically. "Oh, Eric, I didn't know you haven't told him about your affair with my dear, fat ass sister, Zinnia, oops !" She giggled and looked at her mother. (How could any normal being live with these creatures and not crack. How on earth did she not crack and kill them or something?)

"He is my fuck buddy. He is not my boyfriend." The grin was wiped right off of his face. And I wondered why it was so when she was giving him exactly what he wanted, despite his inability to give her what she really wanted. I knew my sister. She was a romantic. Her heart was in her vagina. She really loved this man. I remembered the discussion we had in my kitchen two months ago over pudding and beer. Eric had ruined other men for her and she had no choice but to cling on to him. And I couldn't stop her from doing that because she was her and she listened to no one.

Was my sister truly head over heels for me? "Why is your sister here?" I asked. "She decided to sleep over," she replied quietly. "You should leave before Sally wakes—" I interrupted her by tightening my grip around her neck, causing her to choke and cough slightly. "You don't tell me what to do," I whispered deeply, my hand trailing down to her breasts. "No bra?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. "I don't wear one when I go to bed," she explained, her voice cracking under the strain. "Mmm," I mumbled, my deep voice resonating in my throat. Through her clothes, I took her nipple between my fingers and squeezed it hard.

Hearing it from her mouth—especially with that mix of exasperation and intimacy—always landed differently. Let me describe my sister-in-law to you, she is not unattractive, but she is no classic beauty. And boy, does she have a mouth! It can tell you off with a string of cuss words in a heartbeat and then suck the cocks of 3 men in a swingers group dry in 10 minutes (according to my brother), something I may also write about in the future…But she is kind and always willing to help.

The slap I wanted to give him this time around didn't escape him; it landed right on his face, perfectly. I stared at the artifact. It was a sculpture of a fragile lady in a worldly bent position, like when your partner is about to serve you from the back. The sculpture's legs were straight; the lady’s back arched in a manner that spelled out a lot: sexual conceit and exploring the satisfaction that comes with being intimate with someone you love. Her hands were spread wide above her head, while her mouth was open in sexual satisfaction. I rolled my eyes at the sculpture before I left the place. And do you know the worst part of all? He named the damn sculpture after me.

he asked, as though he hadn’t been expecting me—the sister who he had made out with—to be upset by him kissing me. “Yes!” I practically shouted, but then lowered my voice so as not to be overheard. “Eric, this isn’t funny anymore. I already told you not to do it again, and this? This was just too far.” “Rowena, I’m not trying to be ‘funny’,” he said. His voice was barely more than a low growl at this point. “Besides, what’s so wrong with kissing me?” I scoffed in disbelief. “You’re joking,” I said with a wry, mirthless laugh. “I’m your sister, Eric. This is fucked up on so many levels.”

Sister Divine closed her eyes tight, smelling deep the rich odour of her companion's warm, slightly feverish body, her own hands guiltily clutching the rounded orbs of Sister Love's buttocks. And all the while, her black companion's hands were caressing and stroking her thighs and arms, gasping with a passion that Sister Divine could feel in her own self. Inevitably, their mouths sought out the other again, and their lips, tongues and teeth clashed again: liquid heaven as Sister Divine could taste the salty saliva and metallic fillings in Sister Love's mouth. And where were those long black fingers probing but higher up Sister Divine's thighs to the hot warmth burning between her legs?

His cock was hard. He climbed on the bed and moved over me. “Open your legs, Lila.” I spread my legs wide. He kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His hand went between my legs and rubbed my pussy. “You are so wet for me,” he said. “You want your sister’s fiancé to fuck you, don’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I guided the head to my entrance. He pushed in hard. I cried out.

"Get out or I have no other option than to call Mom and Dad. I am not in the mood for this, and besides you're my sister. Okay fine, I'll leave but only if you promise to come to me tomorrow when both Mom and Dad leave. With no other choice, I agreed to her condition so she could just leave. Since then we'd been playing cat and mouse trying all my possible best just to avoid her, unable to process what she wanted. I couldn't possibly have sex with my sister of all the bitch in the world why her? I asked myself. So why did I have to call her name now? “I imagine.” I growled as my hand worked faster, still watching the video. Just as I felt my orgasm building, I sensed eyes on me. I looked up