Fucking My Step Sister Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Look at the way her hips are pushing back for more cock. Your stepsister is a natural whore.” He was right. I was moaning loudly around his cock, rocking desperately between them, chasing every thrust. The taboo of being fucked by my stepbrother and his best friend at the same time was sending me spiraling higher than I’d ever gone. I felt filthy, completely owned, and so incredibly turned on that I could barely think straight. Ethan reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, perfect circles. “Cum for us, little sister. Show Jake how much you love being our shared punishment.”

If looks could kill, the death stare she and her son gave me would bury me six feet under, that moment. “You’re so lucky, you really don’t deserve what Dad’s doing for you. I mean, this literally is the biggest hookup ever, and you just got it on a platter. Urgh, I even heard he was hot, too bad not many people have seen him.” The overenunciated and slurred words of my step sister just added to the irritation building up in me.

After a few seconds, we broke from the hug, and Jackson let out a sigh as he stared at me. “Are you okay?” He asked me, looking at my pale face. “I’m fine bro.” My voice sounded low, “I’m just worried.” “Thea told me she's your mate… and our…” He paused, placing his hand on my shoulder, “Should I say, step-sister?” I nodded my head a little in affirmation. “I’m so sorry man, for what Mum and Dad did to her,” Jack spoke with his face etched with sadness. “Don't be,” I spoke, furrowing my brow in anger as he mentioned them.

I growled, voice raw from fucking my stepsister senseless. Sarah’s eyes darted between us, my bulging sweats, Janie’s skirt flipped up, her freshly-fucked cunt still gaping and drooling my load onto the table. “What is going on here? Are you… Are you actually fucking your sister?” Janie didn’t even bother covering herself. She sat up on the coffee table, legs still spread wide. She smirked, slow and nasty. “Step-sister,” she corrected, licking her lips like she could still taste my cock.

She finally looked up at me but I couldn't take my eyes off my hand touching her, I moved up a bit, my thumb brushing against her again as I felt my pants twitch with excitement before I looked up at her, our eyes locking onto one another's instantly, I wanted her, right now, right here. I wanted to pull her into me crash my lips to her soft ones, my body feeling hers close to it when I see her chest rising and falling rapidly, shit, does she want this too? "Andrew...." Her tone was breathy, turning me on even more as she said my name. I wanted to run my hands further up on her thigh, raise goosebumps on her skin from my touch when everything came crashing down. There my mother stood at the

Tyler tried and I let out a laugh, high-pitched laughter that hurt me to the core. “They don’t love me. No one does, My mother is a horrible person who was never capable of loving her daughter and my step sister?” I shut my eyes as I added the ‘step’ to my sister. I’ve always tried my best to avoid that word when referring to Rye but it was getting harder each day.

The fucker had taken millions out of the company's account without any explanation however, an action that was dangerous to the company's progress. 'Will I see her?' I thought, shaking my head to stop thinking about my step-brother's wife in that manner. I could still feel a shudder running down my spine when she wiggled her body against mine. I wished I could hear her breath hitch again, as I whispered against her ear. She had gotten me so mad when she tried equating me to my fucked up step-brother. Despite that, her outburst and her foul mouth had also awakened feelings that I couldn't describe. "Fuck!" I hit the break, the near hit on a homeless girl in the middle of the road pulling me o

Furious as memories of the previous glued even more firmly in my head, I swirled around to face him, “Don’t act like the hero now, I'm speaking to my mother, don't interfere.” “She is my mother too, I didn’t know you were my sister.” He huffed, rolling his eyes while I scoffed. My hands were itching to whack him across his face for having the guts to refer to my mother as his. “We’re not related by blood, so…” “Jess." Mom yelled. Before I could fire back, my stepfather growled, “Enough, all of you.” “Don’t order me around.” “Oh there you go again with your favourite word, ‘don’t’" I rolled my eyes in disgust while mom kept rubbing my arm, trying to soothe me.

My mouth dropped open, wide in shock. But I wasn’t even of age to be mated. This… this wasn’t supposed to happen. The hall, once filled with murmurs and shifting feet, now felt suffocatingly silent or maybe it was just me. Everything sounded distant, like I’d slipped underwater. My heart pounded like a war drum, but my feet refused to move. Tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them; hot, bitter, shameful. What have I done to deserve this? To be mated at eighteen… to my cruel stepfather?

This is my house, isn’t it? “Good morning, Jace,” her mother greets warmly, face lighting up like a bulb. I want to roll my eyes, but knowing Jae will be offended, I swallow my displeasure and nod. “Thank you for bringing your step-sister home last night. I can’t thank you enough.” She gushes. That word—stepsister—sticks like barbed wire. “Haven’t you told her?” I ask, pulling out my seat. Jae looks at me, eyes wide, pleading.