My Sister In Panties Novels & Stories

My sister had never been treated like that growing up, and under Linda’s stream of filthy insults, she finally burst into tears. Her small body trembled violently in my arms. My heart twisted painfully at the sight. I didn’t have the patience to argue with Linda anymore. All I wanted was to take my sister away as quickly as possible and calm her down. Holding her tightly, I tried to walk past Linda from the side, but Linda stuck to us like glue. She blocked the path and even deliberately stretched out her foot to trip me.

Out of all the men in the world, the one I had hooked up with twelve hours ago was sitting across the table from me, sipping my father’s wine while discussing his engagement to my sister. Yes, My Sister! My chest tightened, and I felt my stomach drop. The fork in my hand trembled. I stole a quick glance at them. His fingers were entwined with hers, a half-smile resting on his lips. The same fingers that had left marks around my neck. The same lips that had swept across my whole body.

I should have felt guilty. Instead I felt alive for the first time in years. One night he showed up with a pair of my sister’s old lace panties in his pocket—the black ones she used to wear for him. He made me put them on. Then he made me get on all fours on my bed while he pulled them to the side and fucked me slow and deep, the lace digging into my skin, the scent of my sister’s old perfume still faintly clinging to the fabric. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice almost reverent and completely filthy at the same time. “Wearing your sister’s panties while her ex uses your cunt. Taking the cock she used to think was hers. Coming harder than she ever did.”

"Don't worry, Cindy. I won't get pregnant. Jeffrey and I use my other entrance whenever we sleep together," my sister, Celine Lowen, said as she swayed her body from side to side. A chill ran down my spine as I looked at her face. The feeling of boiling water surging into my nostrils and throat in my past life crashed over me. It took a long time, but I managed to calm myself down. "Wow. That's quite amazing," I said.

Many in the room still believed the man engaged to her was me. The applause thundered through the hall. Lillian caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. Her expression darkened. She shot me a warning look–telling me not to cause trouble. Liam followed her gaze. His face lit up. He quickly walked over to me. "Brother, perfect timing. Today is a double celebration. Come, have a drink with us." Before the ceremony, my sister Charlotte White had suddenly said she needed to speak with me urgently. She pulled me into a bathroom stall and locked me inside.

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.

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

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.

The door was slightly ajar and what I saw shook me to the core. My sister was sitting with her legs spread apart without any panties . She was still wearing the skirt though and fingering her pussy while messaging her boobs, encircling her fingers around her nipples. “Aaahhhhghhghh….” she moaned. That moan at that sight was a sexual awakening for me.

he said smirking. "Oh really? What?" I challenged him. "Ms Hitler" 'what! How dare he? But its ironic' "Well I have a nick name for you too" i say. "And that is?" "Mr Fancy Pants". He laughed. "Uh as much as I know my pants are always simple. I don't see what part of it seemed fancy to you" he said checking his pants. I couldn't help but laugh. So we laughed and talked about this and that. He told me about his sister. She just gave her 12th board exam and wants to be a doctor. I've met her before. She's a shy and quiet girl. But according to him, she talks a lot.