Novel & Cerita My Sister In Her Panties

Avery stopped in front of me, and without staring at me, she reached for the hem of my nightgown and dragged it upward, revealing my panties. I tried to squeeze my legs tight, but the ropes held them open, providing no place for me to hide. With her fingers, she pushed my underwear aside, then stared at me with pity in her eyes before plunging a finger into my cünt. I shivered, my püssy squeezing her finger tight. Fückkkk. My own little sister's fingers were buried deep in my cünt, and the contact, ahh, it felt good. My pussy loved it.

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

He makes distance between himself and his sister when he catches her moving her arm to hit him rather than folding her clothes clumsily. "I'm sharing stuff with you, idiot. Act like a supportive sibling and listen to me." She huffs out, throwing a T-shirt to her brother's face. "This shit stinks." Killian rather says, scrunching his nose in disgust. Having seen his sister throwing her clothes into the suitcase rather than folding them properly, he gets up from the bed and goes around her. "Go away. I don't need your help. You can't even listen to me." Andrea complains, making her brother chuckle.

Chapter 138 Antony “Whooping your ass,” my sister said with her cocky grin. Had to hand it to the girl. She did do so, all while wearing the same clothes she had been wearing earlier. Same old and tattered white V-neck t-shirt, black bra, and worn blue jeans with the same shredded knees. And not a drop of sweat marring her pretty face. “Sis, you really need to buy some new clothes. What the hell are you doing stalking around this place wearing that damn see-through shirt?” I asked him to try to catch her off guard on something.

My younger sister, Halsey, greets me. “Hey, what’s up with the big smile so early in the morning?” I ask while drying my shoes on the doormat. “You, wanna know?” She asks with surprised eyes. “Yeah. I mean, why not?” I ask, looking at her with a confused expression. She glares back at me as if not knowing what to say. “I’ll tell you later.” She answers as she walks away. I roll my eyes and scoff as I watch her make her way upstairs. I follow behind and head to the bathroom.

Pascha and my other cousins are all taller, but they're always grabbing glasses from the bottom shelf just to annoy the girls in the family. "I prefer to add blueberry jam," groaned Gal. "Blueberry jam, then," I said as I filled my glass from the fridge's water dispenser. She shook her head. "No, now it doesn't seem right." "Strawberries, then." "That one doesn't seem right either." I sighed. My sister can urge the priest to swear. I leaned against the fridge and stared at her over my glass. "Why are you wearing a swimsuit?" "I was on my way to the pool, but mom stopped me and said I couldn't leave the kitchen until I decided."

I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle the sound as my body trembled. "What the hell you laughing at!?" "Liza..." I breathed through the tears, "you can't deny that you're a little... hyper..." She shot me a glare, "Am I even your sister? I knew I shouldn't have come to you. You're as useful as those granny panties you be wearing. Can't wait for Axil to see those by the way." "What the fuck!?" My mouth fell open in surprise as I didn't expect her to target me like that. I bristled in annoyance, "Don't talk about what I wear. Compared to your skin tight cutting through my ass thongs, granny panties give me air to breath!"

"Now, now, you two shared a womb. You have nothing to hide. Alan, thrust your hand down your sister's panties and cup her pussy right now!" My voice cracked through the room. He gasped and slid his hand to those innocent panties. He slid up her smooth cloth and pressed his fingers into her panties. Danielle trembled as her brother pressed deeper and deeper into her. He cupped her innocent twat. Her cheeks so bright. "Now smile," I purred." * * *

A surge of hope steadied me, and I shouted, "Helena is my foster sister! We're on the same side! Let me go now. I can explain everything to her!" Jasper and his men exchanged a look, their faces twisting into mocking, unreadable smiles. Then, he kicked me hard. "You, a worthless abandoned brat, actually dare to pretend to be Mr. Jones? Pathetic! You're really pushing your luck. "Mr. Jones is untouchable. Do you know what happened to the last fool who claimed a connection to Mr. Jones? Saying it out loud would scare you to death! "Hey, grab my stick. I'm going to help Ms. Cook teach this brazen pretty boy a lesson!"

Nathan lifts my chin with his finger, making me meet his eyes. "You are stunning, you know that, right?" He mutters. My cheeks flush. Before I can speak, my phone buzzes in my hand. I open it, expecting a text, but instead, it is a notification that my sister has tagged me in an Iñstagram post. A line appears between my brows. It is odd for my sister to tag me in a post. She has never done that before. “ I am sorry,” I mumble to Nathan. I open my sister's post. My heart misses a beat. It is a recent photo dump of her and Aiden, who is wearing the same clothes from before he ditched me.