Erotic Sister Story Novels & Stories

The silver light caught the unshed tears in her eyes and made them shine, and every male in the room leaned toward her without knowing why, some old instinct to shield her stirring in their blood. Rose was Erik's adopted sister. Years ago, when the two of them had grown too close, his mother had sent her abroad to smother the scandal before it could bloom. A childish crush, Erik had called it. Long outgrown. He had sworn it a hundred times. I was his true love. His fated mate. His hand was still warm at my waist, his eyes still dark with the secret of the night before — and then the first note of the violin soared, and he let me go.

“Now the truth is out. You belong to me.” She started slow—fingering Adanna to a quick, shuddering orgasm while making Thorian watch. Then she had Adanna suck Thorian’s thick cock while Izzy took her from behind with the strap-on again, the room filling with moans, wet slaps, and raw confessions. “I fucked my own sister,” Isolde growled, thrusting deep. “And I loved my sister destroying me,” Adanna gasped around Thorian’s length. Thorian groaned, head thrown back. “This is madness... but don’t stop.”

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

Cheerleading Slût (4) I pulled my cóck out, slowly stroking it, imagining watching the lesbian sèx that was happening in my sister's room. Although Sophia was way too anorexic to be sèxy, her face was beautiful and seeing her buried in my sister's cûnt, or her mouth wrapped around my cóck, was enough to get me hard instantly. Eventually my sister got close. She moaned, sounding vulnerable for the first time, "Don't stop, so close."

I wanted to tell her it was nearly impossible to relax with my baby sister's hand around my dick, or because our parents were upstairs and could come down at any moment, but as soon as my lover's lips touched my dick, I lost all thought. Tori must have had the same thoughts, because my little sister wasted no time as she began working my erection with her now well-practiced hands. Her lips formed a seal around my tip and her tongue darted out as she made out with my dick. I leaned back against the bathroom sink and placed a hand on my sister's head, she was looking up at me through her glasses as she slowly slid my cock down her throat. The sight was incredibly erotic. I groaned loudly as I

It wasn't until way later that I found out who he was: Adrian Wolfe. The next Alpha. My sister's mate. My one-night stand that never should have happened. The dream got dark again. Those memories crashed into one another, Ethan rejection , Sophia shifting, Adrian body against mine. They all twisted together until they hurt like hell. “Adrian,” I whispered in the dream reaching for the face that was fading away. “Can I kiss you?” The words echoed soft at first, and then, pulling me back to consciousness, louder.

Maria's head was thrown back, her mouth open in a gasp as Elena's thumb circled her swollen clit. Beside them, Sister Theresa and Sister Lucia were locked in their own heated embrace. Theresa, with her pale skin and pert ass, straddled Lucia's face, grinding her dripping folds against the other woman's eager tongue. Lucia lapped hungrily, her hands gripping Theresa's thighs, pulling her down harder. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, moans and slurps filling the sacred space. They hadn't noticed me yet, lost in their forbidden pleasures—fingering, licking, touching in ways that mocked their holy oaths.

His hand slid under her habit, finding her pussy already soaking wet. "You're drenched," he observed with dark satisfaction. "The danger turns you on, doesn't it? The idea of being caught. Being exposed. Everyone knowing what a filthy slut their holy sister really is." "Yes," Veronica gasped as his fingers pushed inside her. "God forgive me, yes."

When my sister threw herself into the arms of the masked man, I knew that she had reincarnated too. In our last life, when she saw the handsome face of Yoran the Alpha lycan, she promptly threw herself at him as if bewitched. At the same time, she tripped me in front of the masked man. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Erin—I didn't mean to. But someone as ugly as you really doesn't suit an Alpha." Then, leering at the masked man behind me in disdain, she scoffed, "The way I see it, you suit him way more."