Impregnated My Sister Novels & Stories

I had to touch mine and even pinch myself to be sure I am not in another dream or a mirage. “my sister.” I gasped remembering my dream. She's really my clone. I broke the shackles with my dagger and embraced her. The smell of burning sulfur filled my nostrils. She was hot, lean, weak, pale, stained with her own dried blood, her hair looked like it hasn't been touched for ages. “my sister.” I heard myself say as i helped her up. She's taller than me. That's one difference between us. Sweet Lord, I have a sister. Suddenly I heard Julian gasp in shock. “Katrienair, the key!”

What's more, when he knows I'm his ex-girlfriend and the woman he's been playing with last morning is his fiancée's sister. How could he dare ... He raised his glass, his eyes catching mine. His curved lips gave a gesture I knew all too well—arrogance that provoked anger. I snorted, looking away. Why did he have to be my sister's fiancé? Why did he have to come back? And why would I foolishly offer my body to him? Every memory I had tried to bury deep came rushing back. The wounds he'd left behind bled again. But the one who made me most uneasy was Mellan—not because of their relationship, but because I knew precisely what Aaric could do to her.

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

I'd spent all day going through it myself. The 'E' folder was p**n. Lots and lots and lots of p**n, enough to dwarf even my own comprehensive collection. Unlike mine, though - which had a variety of different fetishes and themes to fit my many different horny teenaged moods - my sister's smut was centered around one specific thing: incest. Brother/sister incest.

"Save it. I'm giving you one more opportunity. If you still can't close the deal, believe me—there are plenty of other women who'd love to be Harvey's wife." Harvey pushed open the front door of our home. Our matching slippers were still on the shoe rack by the entryway. Covered in dust. On my craft table, the perler beads project I'd been working on was still sitting there—half-finished letters, the initials of his name. I remembered the day I'd shown it to him, so proud of myself. He ran his fingers over everything. It felt like I was still there beside him. But the ashes in his arms told him the brutal truth.

She finished as she completely impaled herself on my dick, her pussy was tighter and warmer than Violet’s. I can’t believe it. I’ll fuck my little sister too?

Damien POV: Olivia was not my biological sister. My heart still ached, a low, thudding burn that radiated through my ribs. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, claws scraping, snarling at memories that weren’t memories—but instincts. Echoes of her. Of what she should be feeling with me, not with him. I dragged a shaky breath into my lungs. The air tasted stale, metallic, wrong. Then my mother’s words rose in my mind once more—words whispered through her tears, forced out only because I had backed her into a corner.

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.

Just as her palm was about to descend, a voice from the doorway barked, "Stop! Lay a hand on her, and I'll chop off your hand." Her arm froze midair, and she stepped back instinctively. A few bodyguards barreled in, pushing the servants aside and forming a protective circle around me. I saw who had come and, despite everything, couldn't help a rueful smile. My brother hurried over, sizing me up. When he saw the wound on my forehead, he turned grim and shouted at everyone in a dark, furious voice, "How dare you all bully my sister?!"

I am very introverted, really shy around guys, and that’s why I’m still a virgin and sexually deprived. Just a few days ago, I secretly purchased some sex toys. A vibrator and a dildo I saw advertised online. But that’s not the only secret thing that happened. Lately, my sister has been sneaking her boyfriend into the house through my room. He waits inside my room while Genevieve goes to make sure the coast is clear before he follows her up to her room. I know you’re probably wondering why that is, well, my parents are very strict and there’s a no boys allowed rule that my sister and I are obligated to obey until we don’t live here anymore.