My Sister's Boobs Novels & Stories

"Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her." "Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair. Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts. Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

I went to my room and changed my denim trousers and baggy shirt to just my lingerie. It felt so right as I stared at my reflection on the mirror…the brallette had barely covered my boobs…just my nipples. My panties were a G-string, similar fabric to the brallette. I paired the outfit with a sexy sheer robe and spun around in front of the mirror, admiring my body. No shades but it looked way better than my sister's. Maybe that was why her husband finds it hard to resist me. My boobs…round and full, with large brown nipples. Thick ass and toned hips and legs.

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

BIG SIS WANTS ME TOO 4. I didn't come downstairs right away. I needed time to cool off after what happened earlier. The look on her face when she saw my dick was impressive. I don't give a damn if she's my elder sister, she's not my biological sister and I'm going to suck those delicious looking boobs and f*ck her pu*sy. Damn thinking about her large round boobs is already making my dick hard. By seven o'clock, my stomach was growling, and I could smell something incredible wafting up from the kitchen.

a C-cup, but on her petite frame her firm breasts pushed at any material and it was clear that there was no sag, either. I didn't just feel bad because I had quite obviously said that my little sister was hot as fuck, but also because she was still getting used to being so. She didn't like showing off her body in part because of how creepier older men had treated her. I didn't want to be added to the list of men she felt that she couldn't trust, nor did I want her to think that was the only way that I saw her.

"Or doesn't he find me attractive enough? But I have a big ass just like my sister does and also have round plump standing breasts with pink nipples just like my sister does too." She sighs and ruffles her hair in response to the words. "I wish he could simply stare at me–like, gaze at me intimately. I'm confident he'll recognize that I'm more attractive and suitable for him than my sister. My pussy is even sweeter than hers, and it's shaved just the way most guys enjoy it. If he gets in, I'm sure he'll be lost in it. Gosh! He simply needs to get in. He just needs to."

I asked for my sister, right? A lady's hand from outside holds on to his hand, and I look down to the heels, clicking the floor. Red heels, an elegant short dress that covers barely nothing of the classy lady's body, and the boobs are almost fully exposed. What is this? I asked him to bring my sister, not this thing he is calling a baby. What? He is trying to make me jealous. Oh, please! That sucks! Not even if he were the only man on earth.

The jock retorted. Savannah fixed her gaze back on Mia. “You’re pathetic. I bet you did it on purpose just so you could touch him.” The girl got closer, glaring at the girl dressed in black. “Dream on bitch. He’s never going to be interested in an ugly whore like you.” Without warning, she gave Mia a sharp shove, causing her to stumbble backwards. Mia scoffed and retreated. “You’re both as delusional as each other.” Savannah watched her new step-sister leave before pulling her boyfriend away. His eyes were lingering on Mia a little longer than she would have liked.