I Sleeped With My Sister Novels & Stories

he heard the soft chiming of my baby sister. I blinked my eyes and viewed in my left in the dark corridor, at Milan. She was walking toward me with a teddy bear in her arms, "Uff, you don't know Zany bought her to stay with us?? She is in his room sleeping with him. Come on, we will also go and sleep with them. Reyne will put us to sleep too." I couldn't help smile at her baby conversations with her toy. But wait, did she just say we are sleeping together???? No ways. Tbc…

Jarren on the bed beside me, and Garret back in the computer chair. “What was that about?” Garret asked me. “My sister and I don’t get along,” I responded simply. I moved over to Jarren and lay my head on his chest. His smell was so intoxicating. My eyelids began to feel heavy, and I heard Garret and Jarren talking in Italian. “No fair. I don’t know much of what you’re saying.” I mumbled sleepily. I heard them both chuckle. “Sleep, Piccolo,” Jarren told me before kissing my hair.

They were both sleeping in the same room since Amy's home had only one bedroom so Diego had to sleep on the couch in the living room. Her sister had a lazy grin on her face and Maya sighed wistfully. She would be leaving tomorrow and would give anything to have her pussy drilled by Diego, just like her sister. Later at midnight, while the two sisters slept, the door to the dimly lit bedroom was pushed open. An excited Diego snuck in, trying not to make a sound. He hadn't been able to sleep. If his wife's sister hadn't been around, he would currently be balls deep inside Amy, fucking her tight little pussy. His cock was swollen and he needed his wife right away.

I gave her a single nod. It was on. A moment later, Lucy said she was feeling tired and went to her bedroom. I waited what felt like a good amount of time (but was probably only two minutes) and followed her upstairs. I found my sister already lying on her pillow. She gave me a big, goofy grin as I lay down next to her. The process of this had made me start to chub up, but I'd learned to (literally) push through such things. We humped the ground together, the sounds of boring TV news playing in the distance.

"It's time, Lily. Dad is asleep." "What about mummy? What if she is not sleeping?" Lily asked and I wished Mummy snored too. "Let's just... Risk it." I liked the word risk. Lily did not argue, it was one of the things I loved about her. She was my partner in crime and a faithful follower, the best sister anyone could ask for.

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

The room was quiet. "In his sleep," Serena continued. "Just the once. I thought maybe it was nothing. People say things when they're asleep. I left and didn't mention it." She held Nicole's eyes. "But then two weeks later I was there again and it happened again. And it wasn't like he was calling for someone or dreaming out loud. It was quiet. Like a habit. Like a word his mouth already knew." She let that land where it needed to land. Nicole stood very still.

I couldn’t sleep. Not after watching my baby sister masterbate and me handjobing myself to it Every time I closed my eyes, the image came back; Cynthia on her bed, legs spread wide, two fingers buried deep in her tight, shaved pussy, moaning quietly as she came. My own sister. My blood sister. The girl I used to carry on my back when she was little. And now I’d jerked off watching her finger-fuck herself like a desperate pervert.

I didn't notice that I fell asleep, even though I tried to stay awake. When I woke up, I was startled when my sister was no longer sitting in front of me! With a terrified soul, I searched her all around until I found her in the kitchen, doing stuff that will surely make our mom angry. I was half unconscious at that time as I grabbed her pulse back to the room. I forced Sarah to lay down beside me and sleep. It was just four in the morning. After what I did to her, I hugged her from the back so that she can't escape. Then, my eyes closed by themselves.

They broke apart at the sound of the door, two pairs of startled eyes turning toward me. The flask of porridge slipped from my fingers. It hit the floor with a dull thud, the lid popping off, hot food spilling across the polished hardwood. But I barely noticed. Because the woman disentangling herself from my mate, smoothing down her skirt with practiced ease, was Susan. My sister. The same sister who had held my hand in the hospital. Who had promised to help me. Who had looked me in the eyes and lied. "Why?" The word escaped me, small and broken.