My Sister In Her Panties Novels & Stories

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.

Justin's phone dropped from his hands and from the screen. I caught a glimpse of the naked woman before he picked up the phone and cut the video call. His sister… Justin's step sister. The one he lives with. So this is the reason, he doesn't have my time. He walked towards me immediately but his eyes fell on my bag's contents and he froze. I followed his gaze and also saw my damp panties on the floor. “How dare you Justin, How dare you on my bed? Wait.. wait wait. I thought she was your sister?”

"I don't want to know what you were planning to do in here. Is this why her underwear is always going missing? How disappointing, I thought she had a secret sex life." "You're funny." I roll my eyes and cross the room towards her, hooking a pair of lacey purple pants with my baby finger and an image of Leanna wearing them makes a jolt of desire flood through me. I squash it down but it doesn't stop my cock pressing against my trousers. "Why are you rifling through your sister's underwear drawer?" "I was hoping to find some condoms." She grins at me and I realise my mouth has dropped open at the thought. "I know you think my sister's all angelic and perfect, but I live in hope there's a littl

Nudging him with her shoulder, she smiled and winked at him. "You still haven't asked my sister for that help you needed," she said. "I've all but given up on being able to do that again." He shrugged. "I'm biding my time," he said simply, his arm going low as she stood next to him. She'd been feeling naughty this morning and had neglected to put something on under the short summery dress she was wearing. She felt his customary grope and the slide of his finger along her buttocks. Grinning and biting her lip, she glanced over and saw the surprise on his face when he realized that she wasn't wearing panties. A few more seconds and he slid a single finger into her from the rear.

Which is harder than you think when you have a sister like mine who has horrifying stories upon stories from her days at the hospital. Curling my knees up to my chest on the couch and snuggling against the soft blanket, I avert my eyes away from the TV towards my sister. She is currently pouring her coffee into a large thermos and wearing a suggestive smile. With one brow raised in amusement, I say, "Humor me." She twists the cap on her thermos, sealing the hot liquid inside before she walks into the living room and sits on the arm of the couch. "We had a lady come in because she had a condom stuck in her punani," she begins. I stifle a laugh in disgust and she waves it off suggestively.

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"

"TK..." I didn't let her say anything else before I moved over to her. The sheet fell away revealing the tight shirt and gorgeous black panties she was wearing. She got up on her knees and leaned forward, into my kiss. There was no more holding back, no more reservations. I had come here to fuck my sister, and she wanted nothing less. It didn't occur to me until much later that the way she was dressed was very similar to a model that I had for my phone's wallpaper for quite a while. The combination of simple tight t-shirt and sheer, small panties did something to me. And to see it on her? I was harder than I ever remember being.

But something else was also happening. The previously mentioned precarious nature of the fly of my boxers meant that, as I humped into my step sister's ass, my penis was starting to pop free. I could feel the fabric of my sister's panties tickle the skin of my dick with each press. Zara must have felt it too. She reached back with her hand, stopping our coupling. I thought, once again, that she was drawing the line. Instead, she pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them off. She lay back down on her tummy.

It turned out everything was because of my wonderful elder sister. Eleanor was three years older than me and worked in genetics research. She claimed that, through big data studies, she had ample evidence proving I was a born troublemaker. She told our mother that I had dissected frogs alive as a child. Not only that, but she also alleged that any dead mice or cats found around our home were my doing. She even presented numerous case studies she had found that stated that people like me were born without empathy but with high IQs. This explained my cold personality and good grades.

Where else can you find an angel like her? [Daphne, just forgive Emily already. She didn't do it on purpose. You're only going to make her feel worse by staying quiet like this. Look at how she can barely breathe through her sobs. How can you just lie there and watch?] [The female lead is so lucky to have a sister like Emily. I'm totally jealous of her. If Emily were my sister, I'd love her and dote on her to no end. No way I'd blame her for anything. The female lead is just so petty.]