I Saw My Sisters Boobs Novels & Stories

We've been in the house less than sixty seconds and all three of us are naked. It's been awhile since I've seen my mom and my sister naked together, and I can't get over how much they look alike. Susan's tits are a little larger and Mom's pussy lips protrude a little more, but they could almost be mistaken for sisters.

I surprised myself by how happy the news made me. Daria cried and that got me started, but they were happy tears of course so we soon giggled and wiped each others eyes. We went for a walk. "We're a lot alike," I observed. "Tall and slim. Similar arms and legs. The same little butts." My little sister turned, wiggled her butt at me and laughed. "Your boobs are bigger," she pointed out. "Mine are only As." "Mine are Bs. Not exactly huge." "We have the same eyes."

That was probably the most melodious sound a woman could make. My name was Michael Jones, and I had tied the knot not long ago. Once, my wife's sister, Annie Larsson, came to Geordan during her summer break and temporarily stayed at our place. In the height of summer, she wore a thin camisole and tiny shorts every day, not even bothering with a bra. When she walked and sat, her breasts always looked perky. Her thin waist was enticing to look at, and her round, soft butt was always arched in a seductive curve. No man could keep his thoughts straight, especially not someone like me, who was both bold and dirty-minded.

I shrugged, returning the empty glass cup. "Just be patient with her and listen, okay?" She smiled. I returned the gesture with an added nod. "I didn't know you had a twin sister." She tried to brighten my mood. "Triplet sisters." I corrected, unable to help my laughter at the expression she wore after gaining the news. "Wow ! That must be crazy fun having people that look exactly like you." She clapped. I loved how amused she got just by knowing I had more identical sisters. "I know right?" I responded, deciding to take advantage of the time before Caramel showed up to know Ride a lot better. It could help with taking my mind off what I had to face eventually.

Mouthwatering is the only adjective that comes to mind. Kristina seems a little more reserved, possibly because her breasts are quite small in comparison to the other girls. "I'm not going to win this round," she smiles. She needn't worry, what she lacks in size, is more than made up for by her thick protruding nipples. Damn! She has grown up. I really want to suck on those babies. My cock is rock hard as I turn my attention to my sister. "What's it going to be, Sis?" I ask. "You're welcome to join me on the couch and help me judge these beautiful ladies' attributes.

“Okay, weirdo, Last Saturday, the two brothers from Mexico, remember?, It was the most beautiful day ever, Her eyes beamed with happiness over with a memory that I didn't even remember. At least, I was getting a hint about their relationship and it wasn't going well. Do they go around fucking men? “The younger brother with the tattoo… fuck, he knew exactly how to use his hands. I watched as he tied your hands to that pole, while he took his time watching you...ooh, lucky you", she trailed off while I felt a heat wave surge through me. Was this the life I was about to live? My own breath hitched as I grabbed the glass of alcohol that had been refilled, bringing it to my lips.

"I never imagined you'd be in the house. I thought you were still in the garden! I would've saved you first otherwise…" I quietly pulled my hand back and turned my face away. "I understand. You don't need to explain." He let out a long sigh, then added, "Yasmine is still a child. Whether in terms of emotion or reason, I had to save her first. I know you've always disliked Yasmine because your parents favored her over you. Still, she's your sister. "And I'm older than Yasmine—how could I just leave her behind?" "Alright," I replied with a calm, serious tone. "I understand completely."

"Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her." "Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair. Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts. Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

A sigh escaped my parted lips as I walked towards them. "what happened to you" James chuckled, I rolled my eyes annoyed at the fact that he doesn't understand. "well I woke up without my sister next to me you dummy" pushing his arm away I grabbed a pancake and sat down, I tried to grab Em but he only pulled away sticking his lower lip out. Dammit why does he have to look hella cute doing this. "want a picture sweetheart" he smirked, my whoremones need to calm the hell down. Turning around I hid my smile.

Zara gulped fearfully and adjusted her glasses. “Darling, I'm not in the mood to exchange words with you,” I said and she laughed. “You are getting so bold these days. It seems like your sister isn’t doing enough damage, eh?” She said, stopping low to my ears. I knew she wanted those words to hit home. And honestly they did, it hurt like h.ell to have mention my sister. “Or maybe she is just pained that you have a legendary Bugatti at your whims,” Iris said and I scoffed.