Impregnated My Sister Novels & Stories

She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!” I shook my head and pushed the button slightly. Mom and Dad finally took me seriously. Their faces turned white, and they stumbled to the floor. “The admission letter is with your sister!” Mom shrieked in a panic, “Are you happy now, you wretch?! Let Lillian go now!” Reflexively, I turned to look at the incinerator. The admission letter that I wanted was right in front of me.

But then it turns out she doesn’t. And what the hell was she talking about? Ralph drugged me? No—it can’t be. Just thinking about it makes absolutely no sense. Ralph wouldn’t do that. I mean, I know he has a thing for me, but that doesn’t mean he’d want to harm me, right? I sucked in a deep breath as I settled myself on the bed. Realization hit me hard. Being blackmailed by my sister’s man, and now discovering my friend drugged me even though I have no memory of it—what else worse can happen?

"Sylvia Hayes, you can't be serious!" My sister, Sylvia, stood up from the wooden stool, her expression firm and serious. "I'm not marrying Captain Zephyr Smith. His heart already belongs to someone else! Even if I marry into the Smith family, I might warm his bed, but I'll never win his heart!" Our dad slammed his hand on the table in anger. "We already accepted the engagement gifts and set the date, and word has already gone out to the whole community. How can you just back out now?!"

“Look, Yasmeen, I don’t see you in that light, okay? I am sorry that you can’t seem to find yourself a suitable mate, but you are like my baby sister, and what you are suggesting is nothing short of disgusting.” I blink as I look at him. Sister? Is he mad? Are his migraines back? We don’t share the same blood. Does a sister’s honey pot pulse at the sight of their brother? I think not. HE is my mate, my monster, my man. I just have to show that to him. I move back towards him, and raise my exposed thigh up to his waist as I let my arms encircle his neck. “Little sister? Can’t you smell the aroma of my arousal? Does that scent seem sisterly to you?”

I used the money to pay the surgery fee I still owed. The scar on my chest burned. My favorite brother had ever imagined. The so-called kind-hearted person was me, that greedy and fearful sister in his heart.

He says looking at me nervously. “No.” I say just as he’s about to open his mouth to say something else. “You won’t let me get one word out?” He asks staring at me. “No, where are the bags man?” I say and he looks at me offended. “I can’t believe you just called me that. Why are you talking to me like you and I don’t have history?” He says and it’s my turn to look at him offended. History? He’s the first one that forgot that fact when he impregnated my sister. But I’m not going to fall for his bait and answer that.

A sister reminds her brother about an old promise. NB: This story contains mature themes of incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. "Matty!" The little blur of blue jeans and blonde hair slammed into me full force, leaping into my arms with the impact of a small meteor. I staggered back into my tiny one bedroom flat as I caught my kid sister, barely staying on my feet. She clung to me tightly, and, after a moment, I did the same to her. I had missed her so much since I last saw her at Christmas break.

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

I imagined her standing at my door again, soft and unsure, and me pulling her in, pressing her body against mine. I groaned and brought out my cock and stroke, sparks spread throughout my entire body as I stroke myself, fucking my fist, imagining all the dirty things I want to do with my step sister. When did I become this addicted and so fucking turned on by her. My thick hard cock even got harder, the precum leaked and I used it as a lubricant, pumping harder and stifling a groan. I was supposed t he thinking about the ball and security keeping her safe but “ fuck me!” Intgre my hands and imagined how my cock should be in her soak wet cunt.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"