My Sister In Her Panties Novels & Stories

My sister giggled again, and continued running her hand up Violet’s tanned, hairless leg until she finally reached her wet pussy, and I felt my mouth water. Am I really watching what I think I’m watching? Violet moaned again, this time a little louder than before. “You dirty, dirty girl.” She said softly as her parted lips kept spewing out more sensual sounds, and incoherent nonsense. “Well, don’t you like me dirty though?” I heard my sister say, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw my sister, Kylie, slide Violet’s panties to the side before sliding a finger into Violet’s cunt.

Lydia was wearing a slinky lace camisole, a hint of shyness playing on her lips. "Harvey... my water heater broke. Do you mind if I shower at your place?" Harvey caught a familiar scent. He remembered now. That night he'd been drugged—this was exactly what he'd smelled. "Harvey?" When he didn't answer, Lydia smiled and stepped closer. The thin straps of her camisole slid down her shoulders. The next second, Harvey grabbed the nearest vase and brought it down on her.

The house had gone still. Even the waves sounded farther away than usual, as if intentionally giving space to the worries stacking quietly in my chest. An open suitcase sat on the bed. Summer dresses folded neatly. A straw hat. Leather sandals. Two bikinis I chose not because I planned to swim, but because I thought—that's just how it’s supposed to look. That’s how a woman should show up on a vacation with her younger sister’s fiancé’s family. Tonight, I wasn’t Maya. I was just… a prop in someone else’s story.

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 the real treat is watching her unzip her shorts and slide them down her tan legs. My sister is average height, with a flat stomach, and a body that curves in all the right places. She turns from the window while taking her shorts off and I'm looking at her panty-clad ass, as she bends over. I start rubbing my cock through my swimsuit, to relieve some of the pressure, as she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slides them down.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

We made our way back to the hotel room once inside my sister disappeared into the bathroom as I made my to the bed turning on the TV. After a little while she emerged wearing only a bra and panties. She lay down on the bed facing the foot end while her feet rested on the pillow next to me. A few minutes went by when she turned her head around and faced me. She asked if I was still horny and needed to jerk off again like I did the other night. I was curious to see where she was going with this so I decided to answer yes and then asked her what she had in mind. Without saying anything I watched as her hands started to slide up the sides of her legs and eventually her thumbs hooked into the top

A bit relieved, but also freaked out. My sister slowly and obediently dropped to her knees, hands going for April's shorts and pulling them down. I remembered seeing her polka dot panties at the bar, so I was sure we had ducked somewhere to fool around. The red and white undergarment had reminded me of a cartoon mouse, and they quickly slid to her ankles as Katia dragged them down her thighs.

Clara’s hands began to shake. Another message appeared beneath it. I can still feel your hands on me. The phone nearly slipped from Clara’s fingers. Her breathing became uneven. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was proof. Clara leaned against the counter as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her own sister. Her own sister had written those words. Tears blurred Clara’s vision, but she forced herself to keep reading. Another message appeared. Tomorrow night. Same place. Clara stared at the words for a long time.

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.