My Sister In Panties Novels & Stories

'I was talking about your height' 'Your 166cm height' 'Not your bust size' 'I'm not short!' She replied. 'Eh?' 'How did u know my height?' 'Because you are just about as short as my little sister' I typed. 'Are you perhaps' Persia quickly typed. '…A siscon?' 'Because' 'My little brother is a siscon' 'A sticker of a rabbit looking half dead.' I was utterly surprised. 'That's news to me' I replied. 'Did your little brother say anything about' 'Don't go near to any guy'

"I need your opinion on what is cute." "Sure you do," I said sarcastically. We walked in and she pulled me over to the boxes of panties that sat on a countertop in the middle of the store. "This would compliment your skin tone well," she said, pulling out a baby pink satin thong. "Luca is your brother," I said pointedly. "Is this not weird for you?" "Halfbrother," she corrected, handing them to me. "And no, not really. I'm just so glad he finally found you. I'm also really happy to finally have a friend to do things like this with... A lot of people in the pack only want to be friends with me because of Luca and

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!"

When I returned home, I saw my sister in the living room, tending to her arms. Her arms were covered in needle-like wounds—the kind I had all over my body in my previous life. Seeing me, she quickly lowered her sleeves. Even though pain drained the color from her face, she still lifted her head high, proud. "Lex was so passionate just now. He said he'd love me forever," she said. I thought she was both foolish and childish. To satisfy her ridiculous need to win in front of me, she even had to pretend.

But being a chameleon she was, I just shrugged it off and smiled as a response to her questions even though my eyes still closed, I can feel her stares at me. And actually I have no plans in answering her curiosity, that’s why I got up from lying in the sun lounger to show off to my sister my beautiful body curves, I am just wearing a red two-piece bikini that really looks amazing to me even though it is almost nothing to cover my body parts but it is still decent to look at especially I am the one wearing the fabric. And when I faced my older sister, I noticed the envious look on her face, and the irritation she felt when she saw my young and fresh beautiful sexy body. Well, I think she can

Sophia asked, "I thought you always wore them for your nylon obsessed pervert boyfriend." "I bought these instead," Samantha said, which made me curious. I too had a nylon fetish. Probably because my mom is a nurse and is always in white nylons, while my slut sister is often in her cheerleading uniform with beige pantyhose. The past few months, around the time she started dating that college boy called Brad, she wore pantyhose almost every day, even underneath her jeans. "What are those?" Sophia asked, sounding perplexed. "Thigh high stockings," my sister answered, "They only go to the thigh... which leaves access to my private parts."

“Don’t her panties smell wonderful? They’ve been hugging her warm, mature pussy all day long.” The boy’s ass lifted off the ground as his boner flexed excitedly. His mom gently pushed his hips back down with her leg. “Down, tiger!” she giggled, then pulled Ruth’s lingerie away and dangled another set. “Mmm, look at this sexy pair. These are Aunt Morgan’s bra and panties, baby. I bet you’ve been dying to smell her pregnant pussy, haven’t you?” Amber moaned softly, pressing the crotch of her sister’s panties firmly to his nose.

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.

Siegfried prompts, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Without making him wait another second, I spread my thighs wider and watch my skirt continue to bunch up. In the mirror, his eyes drop lower, and I feel the heat of his stare between my legs. Oh god, what kind of panties did I put on today? I’d been in such a hurry I hadn’t thought about it when I’d gotten dressed. I bet they are my stupid cotton ones even though I have some that are prettier. I bought them when my sister and I went shopping, but I hardly wear them. I always thought what’s the point because no one sees them. At least I thought no one would be seeing them.

My sister giggled again, and continued running her hand up Violet’s tanned, hairless leg until she finally reached her wet pussy, and I felt my mouth water. Am I really watching what I think I’m watching? Violet moaned again, this time a little louder than before. “You dirty, dirty girl.” She said softly as her parted lips kept spewing out more sensual sounds, and incoherent nonsense. “Well, don’t you like me dirty though?” I heard my sister say, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw my sister, Kylie, slide Violet’s panties to the side before sliding a finger into Violet’s cunt.