Hypnotized Sister Novels & Stories

He secured his tight grip around me and ensured I was held in his arms without fail. "Are you okay?" He asked, worried about my state. "Stop thinking about her and focus on me!" Caramel wailed. Her circle was beginning to seem distant and so it was as if she was in a room far from me. "Wa..Water." I panted, hoping to get my message across. That had to be one of the wildest feelings I had experienced, the torture my sister had put me through. "Water, water, get her water!" Justine ordered Sam that had gone blank. I could no longer process the environment anymore. It felt as if standing up had drained the remnant energy I could have possessed.

She added before she pulled her younger sister to walk further ahead, leaving the ungrateful family behind which immediately fell into chaos. The other witches and wizards looked at them with a sneer before they left them behind. “Sister…” Henna called in a small voice. “Shut up.” her elder sister snapped. But, Henna smiled, feeling very happy that her sister defended her. … “Sister…” the witch cried in her sleep when she recalled this memory. “Sister…” she muttered as her tears fell. A sob escaped from her lips as she clenched her fists while she lowered her head, her face turning pale as she recalled what happened next.

Did it because of the spell? She made my wolf fall is asleep with her spell before come to my side and grab my face in a painful grip digging her fingers in my flash and make me look in her eyes. I try to fight it, look away cause I know what she is doing but it’s useless I can feel my body is going paralyzed and my wolf is nowhere near, her eyes change color and she whispers, “Nice meeting you sister.” She calls me sister I hear it right? That was the last word I heard before I feel a negative energy takeover my insides as she starts laughing...

I shivered in annoyance when I heard the only siblings that could pull me out from my dark side aside from my wife—my sister, Harriett. I stopped what I was doing, but being in my monster mode, I just stood there and stared at their slight fright and worried expression, making me sniff the air. Their scents were a familiar, refreshing, fruity smell that still had the power to calm and remind me who they were to me.

he snapped. I blinked. “Which of them is your sister?” “Ava, of course.” Ah. That explained the arrogance. “Then you should also know she was fired for ganging up on me and slapping me unconscious.” His hands curled into fists. “You’re already screwing one of the Harringtons, aren’t you? That’s how you pulled it off.” My blood turned cold. “Don’t you dare call me that. And maybe try teaching your sister not to act like she owns this place.”

Rising to her knees, my sister ground her face in, harder; I could hear the slurping as she drank the mixed cream that was pouring out of mom's spasming cunt. I couldn't take it anymore. The sight of my sister's tight ass sticking up in the air as she knelt between mom’s-soaked thighs was too much. I was listening to my mother gurgle her way through a mind-blowing orgasm, as my sister noisily swallowed her hot cream; I quickly shed my robe and climbed onto the bed behind my sister's jutting ass.

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."

he was my sister’s fiancé. And me? I was just a woman caught in a reckless deal, dancing between logic and temptation. I turned my face away, my breathing short, my head echoing with nonstop warnings: This is wrong. This is insane. Stop, Maya. I pushed against his chest. That bare, warm, solid chest that almost made my thoughts blur. His muscles tensed under my palm, and for a second I hated how my body was more honest than my mind. I needed to step away. I had to.

"This is my husband, Marigold. You're not allowed to keep staring at him, and make sure you keep your distance from him from now on. I'll get very angry if you sully him with your presence. "Clarence, my younger sister salivates over handsome men all the time. Please don't take it to heart." Clarence glanced at me coldly before saying to her, "Of course not." Immensely satisfied with his reaction, she allowed him to lead her back into the hut. Soren was furious. He shifted back into human form and slapped away the hand I was using to cover his mouth before huffing angrily, "I might be all cute and small, Marigold, but I'm not stupid!

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.