My Sister In Panties の小説・ストーリー

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.

'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 don't want to know what you were planning to do in here. Is this why her underwear is always going missing? How disappointing, I thought she had a secret sex life." "You're funny." I roll my eyes and cross the room towards her, hooking a pair of lacey purple pants with my baby finger and an image of Leanna wearing them makes a jolt of desire flood through me. I squash it down but it doesn't stop my cock pressing against my trousers. "Why are you rifling through your sister's underwear drawer?" "I was hoping to find some condoms." She grins at me and I realise my mouth has dropped open at the thought. "I know you think my sister's all angelic and perfect, but I live in hope there's a littl

"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."

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.