Erotic Sister Story Novels & Stories

"Ooooh yes, fuck your sister just like that. Oh!" Erica raised up and down on his cock, making an almost pained sound. She started to bounce on him and as she did, her heavy breasts bounced with her smacking down to her stomach just as she raised up again. "Fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck your sister good!" Erica cried out. She bit her lip as she dropped her thick ass up and down on his shaft.

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

Upon opening my eyes, I spotted my older sister, Marissa Lipton, fiddling with my phone. Unlike in my previous life, where she immediately began shouting at me, her brows were furrowed as she took out her own phone. It looked like she was jotting something down. Immediately, I understood that she had been reborn along with me, back to the moment she discovered that I had been dating someone online. In our last life, she hadn't wasted any time before tattling to our parents about it. She claimed that I had gone down the wrong path and was cheating on my fiance behind his back.

By the time I gather enough money to cover my sister Sierra Reed's four years of college tuition, I realize she's already blocked my number. "If it weren't for you, I'd be living with our parents now! I hate you. I don't want to talk to you ever again!" She thinks I will make a scene and tell her how hard it has been for me. But I just smile and say, "Okay." She doesn't know we'll never have anything to do with each other again. Because I'm about to die.

Jake’s hand shot out, catching her waist before she could fall and pulling her flush against him. A gasp escaped her. Her chest heaved as she stared into his eyes…eyes like cold, polished metal that somehow managed to be both icy and inviting. Subconsciously, her gaze flicked down to his lips, and a heat crawled up her neck as the memory of their first kiss resurfaced. Wait, why was she counting it? ’ Elsa, stop. He’s your sister’s boyfriend.’ She scolded herself internally. “You can’t be here,” she whispered breathlessly. “If the representative sees you, I will be…”

“Damien doesn’t have a sister like you.” Lucy chimed in sarcastically from the side. “This trick is so outdated. You think calling him ‘brother’ makes you close? If that worked, every girl on the street would be Damien’s sister.” Grace suddenly clamped her hand tightly around my chin. “How long have you been seducing him? How much money did you scam out of him? That ten thousand dollars was just pocket change to you, wasn’t it?” “I didn’t scam–”

Then, Eric scoot over my seat, trying to weirdly sniff the back of my neck, in which crept me out. “You’re smell still is one of my favorites.” The breath of reeking alcohol from his mouth, the ruddiness of his cheeks, his seductive gaze, has put me down on a memory lane. I leniently pushed him as he tries to shove his face on mine. I thought the legend of the invincible Eric is true, but turns out to be just a myth. As I dart my sight from the location of the sisters, that’s when I realize we’re left here in solitary.

I moved my hand down, feeling the curve of her ass, "Just started, after the birthday party. I like it." I felt my sister's lips gently gripping my ear as she spoke, "But that's fiction, there's always a happy ending." My finger ran down the crack of my sister's butt, slowly, lower, and lower. Her breathing getting deep and irregular. Les opened her legs a little and my finger moved over her star, down into her wetness. She was drenched. I moved my head until I could see her eyes, "If you love someone enough, there is always a happy ending."

He says looking at me nervously. “No.” I say just as he’s about to open his mouth to say something else. “You won’t let me get one word out?” He asks staring at me. “No, where are the bags man?” I say and he looks at me offended. “I can’t believe you just called me that. Why are you talking to me like you and I don’t have history?” He says and it’s my turn to look at him offended. History? He’s the first one that forgot that fact when he impregnated my sister. But I’m not going to fall for his bait and answer that.

But if Clair was indeed Eric's fated, she would never have left, so my feeling was a false alarm. In any case, I was ready to restore my relationship with my sister. We sat talking for several hours, she was so into the twins and even changed their diapers before she left. She explained that Eric wanted to hold a mating ceremony in private, only with family, especially since they had already completed the mating process. Well, if Eric succeeded in taming this wild sister of mine, I do want to give her the benefit of the doubt. So, in addition to being sisters, we are now friends.