I Fuck My Sister

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

"Cool," she said, targeting my lips again but I dragged backward till I met a wall. The look of unreadiness and confusion dispersed around my gaze the more I tried to hide them. "umm...can we really do this here? I mean it's a classroom" I chuckled reluctantly. She stared into my eyes and her face told a lot. I didn't want to be that person just yet, I still wanted to spend more time with her. "fine, if you're not in the mood" she turned to go away. I couldn't stop my arm from holding her and dragging her close to me. I wish I could let her walk away. ********************************************** I met Zara first and she wasn't a twin wolf I picked up to have fun with. She was a human I wanted to have fun with. Even though she was a kind girl with a glistening beauty, I knew I would break her heart. No, that's what I thought until started to feel something deeper. I abandoned my task from the Luna and spent the weeks with her, playing football with humans in Mexico. The minute I thought to correct that, her twin sister, Clara showed up and worsen the scenario. Unlike Zara, Clara is a wolf and... my mate.

I'm the De Luca family's dirty little secret, their bastard daughter. And I was stupid enough to fall for Marco Moretti, the heir to our rivals. On our wedding day, my sister, Isabella, drugged me. When I woke up, she was wearing my dress. Standing at the altar. Becoming his wife. Heartbroken, I ran to a bar to drown my sorrow. And that’s where I discovered I was pregnant. Marco held me, crying. He swore he loved me, only me. He promised he’d divorce Isabella as soon as our child was born. But on the day I gave birth, Isabella murdered us both. Me and my baby. That’s when I finally understood. Marco would always choose a true-blooded princess of the Cosa Nostra. And me? The bastard? I was just a loose end. A problem to be erased. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back on the day she drugged me. Their wedding day. This time, I'm not marrying the heir. I'm marrying the Don. But first... I'm going to ruin this wedding.

"You are not pulling any punches." Vicky said as she wore the shirt before asking truth or dare."Dare." Randy answered."I dare you to kiss me." She said. "And I don't mean a brotherly kiss. I mean a passionate, fuck me right now type of Kiss, right here and now."....Vicky fell on love with her step brother, Randy and decided to do anything it would take to have him for herself. She dosen't care the damage it may cause. She was determined to have him to the extent she got pregnant for him so he wouldn't have any choice.

My sister and I were mated with a pair of twin werewolves. She mated with the black wolf—strong, imposing, and the Alpha heir to the wolf pack. But he was cold and desireless by nature, with a violent temper that made her life after forming the mate bond unbearable. He often turned on her, leaving her battered and broken. I, on the other hand, mated with the frail white wolf, who was gentle, considerate, and seemingly weak. Yet with patience and intelligence, he eventually became the Alpha of the pack. Jealousy consumed my sister. She poisoned me, ending my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day we were choosing our mates. My sister hurriedly reached for the white wolf. I smiled. Did she really think the white wolf was harmless?

The day I broke up with Alpha Spiffy Kelly due to his arrogant and abusive nature for Michael Wilson,was the day he swore to make my life miserable until I came back to him. A week before my wedding with Michael, Spiffy planned with my sister Jasmine. They spiked my drink at a hotel while he had his way with me, with my sister recording every action, my horny moments and unconscious words. I became pregnant for him without knowing,I found out 9 months later when he stormed my new home with the recorded clip and demanded that I must leave with him,as the baby in my womb belongs to him. Michael had no option than to reject me as his Luna when the DNA result confirmed Spiffy's claim, with my sister Jasmine making hot chases and advances at Michael. Will he be able to resist her while I plan my brutal revenge on her and Spiffy?.

I know loving my sister husband is a sin but I don't care what will gonna be the consequences of this but i still love my sister husband. What do you think what would be the next thing will happen for Joy because of having an affair to his Sister husband

คำโปรย ...ถ้าพี่ชวนเจ้ากับเพื่อนไปนอนที่บ้าน ก็ไม่ปฏิเสธใช่มั้ย" "โห...พ่อ ชวนขนาดนี้ ถามอาจารย์ก่อนว่าได้มั้ย นี่ไม่ได้ใจง่ายนะ แต่ถ้าปฏิเสธก็น่าเกลียด...อาจารย์เจ้คะ! คืนนี้หนูพาเพื่อนไปนอนกับผู้ชายได้มั้ย.... แนะนำเรื่อง โรม รวัช หนุ่มหล่อ อารมณ์ดี ทายาทคนเล็กของบริษัทสิ่งทอยักษ์ใหญ่ติดอันดับต้น ๆ ของไทย ด้วยความที่เขาเป็นคนที่ยิ้มแย้มแจ่มใสกับคนทั่วไปเสมอ แต่ ใครจะรู้ว่าภายใต้ใบหน้ายิ้มแย้มนั้น มีความกดดันมหาศาลซ่อนอยู่ ด้วยความที่เขาเป็นลูกคนเล็กจึงถูกเปรียบเทียบกับพี่ชายและบรรดาเพื่อน ๆ เสมอ เลยกลายเป็นคนไม่ได้เรื่องที่สุดในครอบครัว แถมทำตัวไม่เอาอ่าว วัน ๆ อยู่แต่ร้านเหล้า เฝ้าผับบาร์ไร้อนาคตในสายตาของแม่ แต่...ใครจะรู้ว่าสิ่งที่เห็นไม่ใช่สิ่งที่เป็น เจ้าขา จันทร์เจ้าขา สาวน้อยภูธรจากอีสาน นักมวยหน้าหวานฝีมือดีที่เข้ามาเรียนในกรุงเทพและพักอยู่ที่บ้านของผู้เป็นอาซึ่งก็คือ น้องสาวของพ่อบุญธรรมและเป็นแม่ของชายหนุ่ม เธอเป็นเด็กดื้อ และ ซน เพราะโตมาในค่ายมวยของพ่อ แต่สิ่งหนึ่งที่เธออยากมีนั่นก็คือพี่ชายดี ๆ ซักคน...

My whole family only ever loved my younger sister, Carrie Brooks. Carrie had a crush on my fiancé, Josh Beaumont. On my wedding day, my mother pressed a knife to her throat, forcing me to give Josh to Carrie. "The fortune teller said Carrie's illness will get better if she gets married," Mom pleaded. "You're healthy. You'll find someone else." My brother, Nick Jansen chimed in. "Grace, don't be so selfish. Hurry up and take off the dress. Carrie's thinner than you. Make sure you don't stretch it out." Even Josh said, "Carrie doesn't have much time left. But Grace… we still have our whole lives ahead of us." They didn't know. The one who was truly dying… was me.