I Saw My Sisters Boobs Novels & Stories

I said to my sister. She glanced at the riding crop if Dad's hand. She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing those little A-cup titties. Maybe after two children, Amanda would have breasts as big as mom. Or bigger. Just big, lush tits that would bounce as I fuck her. And she had to have at least two children. The family tradition had to continue.

There was something inherently unreal about them, as if such wonders could only exist in fiction. Meanwhile, I was getting my first glimpse at Lindsay's little mounds, and they were no less incredible for being so much smaller than her sister's. Lindsay's tiny tits were incredibly perky, almost sharp with light pink nipples. My sisters made the exact same 'ahem.' Both girls had been looking at me expectantly for a while, but can you blame me for not noticing? They shared a knowing, goofy grin.

Steadier this time. She looked at Anna. Anna was looking back at her with an expression that was the most unguarded thing she'd ever seen on her sister's face — stripped of everything, just Anna, just the girl from the same family looking at her sister and understanding completely what had nearly happened. "Hey," Anna said softly. "You're okay," Anna said. "I'm okay," Irina said. Anna reached out and held her hand. They sat like that for a moment — the two Sabalenka sisters, in a hospital room in Atlanta, holding on.

"Don't worry, Cindy. I won't get pregnant. Jeffrey and I use my other entrance whenever we sleep together," my sister, Celine Lowen, said as she swayed her body from side to side. A chill ran down my spine as I looked at her face. The feeling of boiling water surging into my nostrils and throat in my past life crashed over me. It took a long time, but I managed to calm myself down. "Wow. That's quite amazing," I said.

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she replied before pulling back from the hug. "I'm surprised to see that you aren't wearing a bra while walking around. Where is my sister who doesn't like it when her nipple imprint is visible in her clothes?" She curled her lips to the side as I chuckled. "My breast, I feel pains in them that's it. It's not anything," I replied.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

Bella’s pov “L-Lisa?” My heart thudded against my chest, almost as if it would explode in that instant. I watched my sister stare back at me with that calculating gaze—sharp, intense eyes that said she knew everything. My lips trembled in an attempt to speak; the big words failed me. How was I to explain myself at this point? What could I say to make her believe it wasn’t all me? That I would never do something like that to her?

"Thanks." "By the way, Jessi is back and she looks much prettier now." At that moment, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Jessi, my older sister, always seemed to be the center of attention, and it felt like my mom loved her more than she could ever love me. Everyone adored Jessi, constantly comparing me to her and wanting me to emulate her, mostly because she was a Luna and I was not. They would always say she was “the better version of me,” but I knew better. Deep down, I found her insufferable. She was the most annoying person I had ever met, and to be honest, she was a complete bitch—a whore, to be precise.

I look down at her. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Dean, I miss you, a lot. And it feels wrong to considering that you quickly moved on with my sister. But it shouldn't. I loved you, Dean. Now everyone's looking at me like I've been the idiot the whole time. It's totally ruined my reputation!" She lets out.