My Sister's Boobs Novels & Stories

That was probably the most melodious sound a woman could make. My name was Michael Jones, and I had tied the knot not long ago. Once, my wife's sister, Annie Larsson, came to Geordan during her summer break and temporarily stayed at our place. In the height of summer, she wore a thin camisole and tiny shorts every day, not even bothering with a bra. When she walked and sat, her breasts always looked perky. Her thin waist was enticing to look at, and her round, soft butt was always arched in a seductive curve. No man could keep his thoughts straight, especially not someone like me, who was both bold and dirty-minded.

I asked, thinking I shouldn't just sit around while my sister put together breakfast for everyone by herself. "No, no! I have it handled." She seemed a bit lost in her own world as she bounced from fridge to counter to stove. Then, without warning, she spun around to look me up and down and said, "Wow, you look great! That dress looks really good on you. But damn, your boobs are hanging out big time. You should probably cover them up if you want Dad to let you out of the house like that." I rolled my eyes and went back upstairs to throw a cropped cardigan on and buttoned it up all the way. The buttons were clearly straining against my G cups, but that was just a day in the life.

But a little smile remained. As my sister has said earlier, she had gotten more beautiful. I loved her darkened eyes, I liked how white her eyeballs were. Her lips are not too thick and it was held in a cute pout as usual. She was the type that has high cheekbones. Her boobs were big probably D-cup. The last I saw her her boobs didn't need a bra. Her tummy never gained any fat. But her hips has gotten a lot of development. Her ass was her biggest asset. Her calves were big but in a way I liked. She was wearing just a simple gown that went down to her knees. She wore a pair of stylish slippers.

He would never do something so lacking in boundaries. Rose had pulled the exact same stunt before. Back then, when she had fallen softly into Leon’s arms, I screamed and questioned them. I couldn’t understand it. Why did she have to fall into Leon’s arms over a simple stumble when there were so many werewolves around? Just like now. At that time, Leon had helped her up with obvious concern, carefully adjusting her skirt. He even reminded her gently to avoid wearing such long dresses next time. Leon had nothing but disgust in his eyes when he said, “She’s your sister! Of course I should help her! Rose is so innocent. How could she possibly seduce me?!”

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”

“Girls! Not more bickering, I hope.” Alpha Brahm stood at the back of the room, blanketing all of them with his aura of domination. Broad, and easily 6 and a half feet tall, he cocked an eyebrow at his daughters as they resigned themselves to abandoning their varied differences of opinion, at least for the time being. Evelyn took a deep breath and plastered a grim smile on her face, “Of course not father, just trying to talk some sense into my lovesick, dingbat of a sister.”

"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—"

My father, mother, demon of a sister, and her bitch of a boyfriend were all seated on the couch. My sister always wore pink. And not the cute kind of pastel pink, neon fucking pink. She’s had so much plastic surgery done that she barely looks like she belongs in this family. At least 20k went to her upturned nose, 10k on her raised cheekbones, 2k per lip fill, and 30k on her double D breasts implants. Her fake hair reached down her butt and her blue eyes were the only thing we have in common.

I never said anything but she knew that I knew. There were times, and I am sure it was my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me by having sex while I was in the house. I can understand why my sister had so many boyfriends - she had the body of a Playboy bunny. At the age of 16, she was already a 36D with a small waist. Her waist only made her breasts look bigger than they were and her long blonde hair did not help. I was always getting ragged by my friends about how hot my sister was.

"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.