روايات وقصص ضمن Little Sister Incest Captions

Beth, a hand stuck in her mouth, moaned, her eyes rolling back as she came into her brother's mouth. After little sis had cum at least three times, she pushed big brother's head away. She said something briefly, and I had a good idea what it was. Karl wiped off his mouth and moved over her, his cock hard and ready. She reached between them; her eyes rolled back as Karl pressed in, and filled her vagina with his forbidden cock.

He would never do something so lacking in boundaries. Rose had pulled the exact same stunt before. Back then, when she had fallen softly into Leon’s arms, I screamed and questioned them. I couldn’t understand it. Why did she have to fall into Leon’s arms over a simple stumble when there were so many werewolves around? Just like now. At that time, Leon had helped her up with obvious concern, carefully adjusting her skirt. He even reminded her gently to avoid wearing such long dresses next time. Leon had nothing but disgust in his eyes when he said, “She’s your sister! Of course I should help her! Rose is so innocent. How could she possibly seduce me?!”

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

Between my legs I was a dripping mess. I looked up at him, trembling. “I’m your little sister…” My voice cracked. Wetness slid down my inner thigh. “And I belong to you.” The words tasted filthy and forbidden. And they made my clit throb so violently I almost came untouched. Damien’s jaw flexed. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Say it again.” “I’m your little sister and I belong to you,” I whispered, louder this time. My nipples were aching points under my thin tank top. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled by the man who was never supposed to touch me.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

It sounded to me like someone was in pain. I hurried to the source and wished it would have been someone in pain instead. With her bedroom door opened ajar, I found my sister having sex with another man, humping her from behind. They were both naked while she had her ass in the air, his dick pounding in and out of her.

Her body shook with rage as she pointed a sharp, manicured finger directly at her younger sister. "How long?" Allison hissed, as her bouquet hit the ground . From her perspective, this wasn't a random act of defense, she truly believed Emma had been secretly betraying her with Ryan for months.Suddenly, the reporters broke past the pews entirely, swarming the front of the church like a pack of wolves.

Especially when the Luna happens to be my sister. I cast my gaze down. "I can't wait for when I'm Luna," she snorts, her heels clicking louder as she draws near. Then she grips my chin between her fingers and pinched, hard. "I'll make your life a living hell." I swallowed and she dropped her hold on my chin and with disgusted look on her face, she brushed her fingers down my clothes like she had touched something yuck. "I got you something that suits you, don't you think?" She sneered and looked at the dirty dress she gave me. "Filthy just like you."

Others hummed along to the rhythm of the song like they'd heard it somewhere before. But my palms started sweating, because the details began to sharpen. “She laughs with one boy under neon lights, runs to another when it’s late at night. Three different hands, same painted smile, telling each one they’re worth the while. Captain’s sister with a secret game, switching hearts but never names. One for comfort, one for heat, one she kisses when no one sees. Says it’s love, says it’s real, but tell me… how many boys can one girl feel?”