My Sister In Panties の小説・ストーリー

I tried to rub her back, but she waved me away as she tried to catch her breath. I dreaded it, but picked the pictures up anyway. It was her, asleep and wearing only panties. She wore a different pair in each picture, which meant they were from different nights. She slept in just her panties or panties and a t-shirt at home, but she couldn’t be any more than twelve or thirteen in these pictures. I dropped them and went over to her. She had more pictures in her hands. These were of Riley. She wore skimpy costumes in some—a police woman, a nurse, even a fucking school girl. She smiled in each one, but it was obviously forced. She was in her bed in some and maybe even naked in others, but I loo

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.

I said in reply with a smile, turning around to have a better look at her denim-based outfit, consisting in a tiny sleeveless jacket that barely covered her white lacy bralette and a pair of tight jeans, accentuating the natural curves of her hips. "Look what I gooot. Ready and armed," She sing-sung with a wink, tugging at the sides of her jacket to show me two small bottles of vodka shoved in her inside pockets, earning herself an amused giggle from me. My sister suddenly shoved past her and stepped inside my room, casually throwing over her shoulder in her way straight towards my bathroom, "Hurry up you little sluts, we're already late," "Uh, why, are going to work or something? And what t

No man could keep his thoughts straight, especially not someone like me, who was both bold and dirty-minded. The fact that she was my wife's sister made the whole fantasy even more appealing. Sometimes, I would take advantage of her by teasing her—brushing against her chest, touching her butt, pinching her waist, and, naturally, admiring those long, slim legs. At one point, I came to realize Annie's Achilles' heel. When she was being dominated, she couldn't bring herself to fight back and could only take it quietly. Once, I went into the bathroom for a shower and found a pair of panties she had forgotten to put away. I was just holding and admiring them when she suddenly snatched them and he

"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." * * *

"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.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

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.

I waited to hear her door close and went in. There they were. She never leaves them behind, but there they were, laid out perfectly on the floor of the bathroom, her panties, white, hipster panties. No Victoria's secret, not yet. These were just Hanes white panties, my sister's, perfectly displayed, the waistband towards her room. I'm stupid, but even I knew this was a presentation for my benefit.