Love With My Sister Novels & Stories

"Mom, I'm fine." It was nice. So I had a bowl of soup that belonged only to me too. Mom stayed quiet for a while before speaking again. "If you're fine, stop putting on a show just to get attention." "There are plenty of men out there. Since you've agreed to give Ronan to your sister, stop fighting for him." "Your sister isn't as strong-willed as you. She never fights you for anything. If she’s asking for this now, it means she truly loves him."

" Mehek Sisso is my elder sister so was always there for me and always supported me and always love me and pamper me like a mother. " I CAN'T EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE TOWARDS TO YOU ALL" I LOVE YOU ALL, YOU ALL BE IN MY HEART ALWAYS.

My balls tighten and it takes only a couple more of these forceful strokes for me to join her. Fuck! My cock lurches inside her scorching pussy as she clamps her muscles tightly around it and puts me over the top. We ride out the pulsating waves of pleasure as I jerkily discharge my heavy load into my sister's sweltering cunt. Our sweat-soaked bodies move as one, milking every last drop of pleasure from our incestuous union. We gulp big breaths of air before our lips again find each other but there is no lustful urgency in this languorous kiss, just contentment and... love. Yes, I love my sister in a very non-brotherly way.

I'm not going to live with all this pressure. That release came at a heavy price and was worth what I could afford, and— My hand hurts because someone gripped it so tightly. My body moved away from the fence and was met by two angry blue eyes. "Are you out of your mind?!" As usual, my sister's fiancé can permanently destroy my happy and bad moments. >>>

She knows she has won this round. "That's enough Celestine. You've had your fun. Go back upstairs." I say once I reach them. James turns around to face me, his arm locked around Celestine's waist. "What's your problem man? Leave her alone." I can't believe I'm about to say this, but it is the only reasonable explanation for why I'm behaving like a bastard. "That's my sister you're touching." Horrified doesn't even come close to describing the look on James' face, his hand falls from Celestine's waist and they go above his head in surrender. "Fuck, I didn't know."

"I won't be the one to come between you two, I don't want to be hated by my sister and especially have that unborn child hate me for breaking its parents up." Daniel separated my hands from my face and cupped my cheeks, lifting my face so I was looking up at him, he wiped my tears with a sigh . "Jennifer, I'm not going to be able to get over you, not anytime soon..." I moved my face from his hands and turned to look at the side, not wanting to meet his gaze. "We should go back home, we are in someone's yard. Daniel, what we feel for each other is nothing but sexual attraction, which we can get from just about anybody, you focus on my sister and raise your new family." I looked up at him one

“I don’t want to imagine that.” “Liar,” Zara teased. “You’ve already imagined it, haven’t you? Don’t lie.” Amaya sighed, rubbing her temples. “He’s my stepbrother, Zara. Can we not do this?” “That has never stopped any of those W*****d girls,” she said dramatically. “This isn’t W*****d!” “Tell that to the chemistry between you two,” Zara sang, poking Amaya’s side. “If looks could undress, you’d be naked right now.”

It annoyed me that she's married to my brother of all people. The passionate night we had flashed in my head again, our kisses, our naked bodies, the feel of us together, my hands running over her soft body as we kissed passionately until exhaustion took over. I couldn't help but remember how she moaned softly when I bit her neck, I could feel myself getting harder at the memory. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes, "it doesn't matter now, she's your brother's wife." I murmured to myself before taking a deep breath and going back outside.

her father said, his voice calm but his message clear. “I won’t disgrace you, Father. I promise,” her step-sister replied, her voice sweeter than candy, lilting and confident. Elsa swallowed, knowing she could never hope to match her sister. Even her voice sounded like a sweet melody. Everything about her sister was made to be praised, adored, and loved. “You.” Her father’s sharp call made Elsa’s stomach twist. She flinched; “You” had always been the name reserved for her, cold, distant, a reminder that she was nothing more than an obligation.

She waves at me and then she’s gone. I realize in that moment that I love my sister with all my heart but I don’t want or need her in my life. I harbor no bad feelings towards her but I’m happier without my family. I love the life I have far from them. I’ll be there if the ever need anything but I don’t want to see them often. I’m happy as I am and that’s okay. The end