Impregnated My Sister Novels & Stories

I might have felt sorry for him if he hadn’t been trying to kidnap my son. “You know, I’ve had a very shitty day…I just found out that my sister is mated to my number one enemy and then I had to watch her soul literally being torn into two after the mother fucking bastard rejected her so I had to put her into a coma to stabilize her” she gritted through her teeth.

“Don't…don't say that about us. You know nothing about us…” “But I do” he leans forward, “I do, that's why I'm tied up” I step back slightly, “what?” “Your sister is poison, trust me she is” My heart increases in pace, anger rising from my blood, “who do you think you are huh? Talking about my sister in that manner, maybe you do deserve what's happening to you” I turn to leave. “She'll infect you too Caroline. Just like venom, she'll infect and kill us all”

My sister wanted my cream as much as my mother did. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" I roared in agreement. I watched my sisters’ eyes grow wide as my first fiery blast sprayed her walls. I knew she could feel my hot cum filling her belly as I pumped wad after wad deep inside her. "That's it...give it to me...give it to me." My sister chanted as I unloaded in her.

"Just like a Boy Scout," she smiled. "Always prepared." She raised her eyebrows at me questioningly. "I didn't plan any of this," I said defensively. "My sister is much smarter than I am. She gave me these just before I left today," I explained. "Your sister?" she laughed. "I love her!" Me too, but I'm not going to go into that. "See, that's what I mean. You guys have each other's backs... ur... fronts," she giggled as I ripped the package open and attempted to roll one down my cock. Katrina saw me fumbling and swatted my hands away, expertly rolling it on in one motion.

A faceless man, hidden in shadow, completely naked with his length in his hand. I feel hot in a way I never really felt before. Maybe it's just because I came of age and now I'm more capable of feeling things like this just from simple thoughts. Perhaps it also had to do with the fact that I just met my mate last night, and I have heard him do something with my sister which I would have been forbidden to even hear about before. Either way, I shake my head to get rid of the image. "You're a fucking pervert," I spit out. "You are not going to get anything from me. Do you understand?"

She made a show of slipping the ring off while saying, in a voice dripping with provocation, "You've really lucked out to have married such a wonderful husband, Phoebe. Mateo is such a thoughtful and attentive man." I scoffed inwardly. Mateo had always maintained the reputation of a devoted and considerate man, a model of what a husband should be. Yet this "paragon of virtue" had impregnated his own sister-in-law. Lily tugged at the wedding ring several times, her efforts only succeeding in making her finger red and swollen. She choked back a sob, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't take this off, and it hurts so much, Mateo."

Inhaling deeply, I grabbed my car keys and headed out. The drive to my family’s mansion was filled with conflicting emotions. As much as I loved them, especially my sister Lena, their ruthlessness and greed always gnawed at me. My heart ached just thinking about facing them. Arriving at the mansion, I was greeted by the usual grandeur: tall gates, manicured lawns, and a house too large for any reasonable need. As I walked in, the familiar scent of luxury made me feel more out of place than ever.

“Yeah, well, don’t fucking say a word to anyone. I’ll deny the shit out of it.” The mood that had been lightened suddenly dimmed. “But you’re not going to be able to give me what I want, are you?” She looked at me with such sudden disappointment that the urge to move fucking heaven and earth for her gripped me. No woman had made me feel like this before, not in such a short amount of time. I would do anything for my sister, but she was family. Wren was not. But fuck, I wanted her to be more than just something to play with for two weeks. It would be a start, though.

There were lots of new recruits here right now that were Guardians. “Yes. We will need to replace you after we ship you off to Siberia,” my sister teased, picking up my napkin and tossing it at him before she got out of her chair. She is quick, and he almost didn’t catch it before it hit him in the face. I shook my head at both of them. They had always acted like they were brother and sister before I interjected myself into the picture. Or had Brandon dragged me here? “What’s his name?” Brandon asked, and while I thought it was a legitimate question, I wondered why he wanted to know.

Pushing through the agony, I dragged myself toward the front door. "Help... me... please..." I whispered, my tears tracing hot paths down my cheeks, causing the delicate skin there to fissure instantly. A trail of smeared blood marked my pathetic progress. I collapsed, my strength gone, a mere meter from the door. My head spun, memories flooding my fading consciousness. From the moment I could remember, I knew my sister was different. Not just because of her fragile skin, but because other sisters were loved. Mine saw me as a threat.