Love With My Sister Novels & Stories

What startled me was when I heard her moans become words, "Fuck me Kenny! Give me that big cock I want you deep inside me, filling me up." Shocked my sister was attracted to me that way as I think I had been with her since High School. That made a switch click in my head as the realization that most of the girls I had dated looked similar to my beautiful sister and that may be why none of my relationships had worked out. I was in Love with my Sister. Finally, knowing she wanted me too I backed up the hall and quickly undressed until I too was naked and my cock at full attention. I stepped back to the door and she was still going at it, moaning erotically. I sl

I am either having a nightmare or she's mad because what the fuck is all this? "Yes, I fucking love you as a sister." I think the right word at this point is loved. "You are my sister and there is nothing wrong with loving you but only as my sister, I will never marry you Ashley, you are my sister and that's all you will ever be." Why would she ever think that there is a possibility that I can even marry her.

, she said looking around. "Thanks so much, you know I'm always good at choosing the best", I said with a feeling of proudness. "Of course I know, who doesn't know you back then in high school, the only pretty star", she said having an ill feeling towards me. "You can say that again", I said and laughed. "Are you still in love with Edin or has everything come to normal, and I never expected him to add more handsomeness, he really charming which can make any girl drool", she said as she demonstrated.

“Just wait a little longer. Everything will end in three days. I’ll make it up to you properly then.” He left in a hurry. It was the same way he always coaxed me, soft and familiar. Once, it had been enough to make me yield every time. However, I felt nothing but disgust now. I wiped my hand over and over with a tissue, as though I was trying to erase his touch. I let out a cold laugh as I watched him from behind. He still did not know that I would be leaving this country the day after tomorrow. He also did not know that the moment my sister died, whatever we had died with her.

“I saw everything with my own eyes. You poisoned me, you ruined my name, you made everyone think horrible things about me. Why?” Lia’s lips quivered, and for a moment, she looked like she couldn’t breathe. “You don’t understand,” she whispered weakly. “You always had everything, Andy. Everyone loved you. My mom, Dad, even Andrew. You were perfect, and I was always the shadow beside you. No one ever saw me.” I shook my head in disbelief, tears falling faster. “That’s not true. You were my sister! I loved you, Lia. I always looked out for you, shared everything with you. How could you think I was against you?”

When she saw her brother coming toward them, Mia ran, arms outstretched, and jumped into his arms. “Hey, Mama Mia,” Blake said, smiling as he hugged her tightly. The moment he set her down, she doubled up her fist and punched him as hard as she could in the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?” “That was for interfering in my love life,” she announced, then flung her arms around him again. “And this is for loving me enough to watch out for me like that.” Her message sent loud and clear, she entwined her arm through her big brother's and together they strolled back to the group.

“You’re my sister, and I love you.” Aria's heart swelled with an emotional tide that surged through her chest, a rush of warmth flooding her senses as she met Luna's gaze. In that moment, a profound bond solidified between them, unbreakable and resilient, destined to carry them through every challenge and jubilation life might present. “I love you too, Luna,” Aria replied, her voice thick with emotion, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You’re my sister, and I’ll always be here for you.”

Before Nicole left, she had someone pass along a message expressing her wish to apologize to me. After hesitating for a long time, I eventually agreed. To a family member, blood ties, much like romantic love, were things that could be etched deep into one's bones. Nicole and I were biological sisters, born from the same mother. We had shared our deepest, most private secrets and witnessed each other falling head over heels without reservation. We had once made solemn promises to hand over the rings at each other's weddings and to become the godmothers to each other's children. I just never expected that our blood-bonded sisterhood would eventually fall apart so completely because of a single

It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.

He was my stepbrother. Agreed. But I could not for the life of me deny the absolute fact that he felt like home—he was my home. When I considered the way he had fought for both of us, it made me proud and guilty at the same time. If I had never gone to that lounge none of this would have happened. But then I would never have known what real love felt like either. The city streets passed in a blur because the tears were now stinging at the corners of my eyes. I wiped my eyes so I could see the road. But the tears kept coming anyway.