My Sister In Panties Novels & Stories

“Your sister is scary!” Emily laughed. “You don’t even know half of it.” “She asked me what Seb’s kink was!” Emily raised her eyebrows. “Panties?” “Oh my god,” Jacinta flushed. “How did you know?” “A wild guess,” Emily smothered a giggle.

“How dare you touch me? Do you even know who I am? I’m Mr. Jennings’s fiancée! You picked the wrong person to mess with today. You’ve offended me, Linda Miranda! You must be a country bumpkin visiting Harbor City for the first time, huh? In this city, everyone bows their head when they see the Jennings family. Believe it or not, one phone call from me and you two won’t even find a bridge to sleep under in this city!” Beside me, my sister’s eyes filled with tears. She tugged gently at my sleeve, her small hand trembling. She choked as she said, “It’s okay… Let’s just forget it…” My heart skipped a beat. My sister had always been born frail, so the entire family cherished her dearly. The docto

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.

"You hit me?" I let out a cold, mocking smile and said nothing. I raised my hand again. Before it could fall, someone grabbed my wrist. Lillian's face was cold and tense. "Silas, you've gone too far. You skipped our wedding and made me a laughingstock. And now you're hitting your own sister?" I looked at the woman I had grown up with. My chest tightened. I was about to explain myself–when Liam suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me.

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.