My Sister's Boobs Novels & Stories

I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. Denise was my sister, and we had gotten pregnant at the same time. I was so touched when I found out that she made the effort to go to Tenezia while pregnant just to get me such an expensive pendant that I cried. Since then, I wore it every day without ever letting it leave my side. However, it was not long after that my body started to change. My smooth belly suddenly became covered with black stretch marks that looked like centipedes. It was a shocking sight to see them all over my belly. Soon, those strange stretch marks even expanded to my neck and back.

"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.

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

She suddenly said like she should have done that already. "We never miss home food Aunty. My elder sister cooks very delicious food and it resembles my Mom's food. Actually even my Mom complains sometimes that her daughter cooks better food than herself." I said smiling proudly about my sister. "That is so sweet. I so wanted to have siblings like that." She said smiling at me. After sometime when she left, Sanjay started walking towards his room but I didn't follow him. "We will sit here." I said gesturing the couch in the living room.

It turned out everything was because of my wonderful elder sister. Eleanor was three years older than me and worked in genetics research. She claimed that, through big data studies, she had ample evidence proving I was a born troublemaker. She told our mother that I had dissected frogs alive as a child. Not only that, but she also alleged that any dead mice or cats found around our home were my doing. She even presented numerous case studies she had found that stated that people like me were born without empathy but with high IQs. This explained my cold personality and good grades.

Skylar swept her long hair back, giggling sweetly. Her brother licked across his lip, drinking in his bare-breasted sister. "Man, did you grow up while I was gone." Skylar felt herself blushing at the remark. She felt herself getting wetter, as well. She massaged her boobs for him, pushing them together. "Yeah, I guess I was smaller then." "Way, way smaller..." She molded her breasts some more as she studied his rapt expression. "They're kinda awesome, aren't they?"

I have to maneuver myself sideways so she won't feel my hard-on. Her swimsuit top is stretched tightly across her breasts and, when it gets wet, her nipples make pretty obvious bumps in the thin material. Pushing on my shoulders, she lifts herself out of the water, trying to dunk me. At 18 I've had a few girlfriends, but I've never seen a sight as sexy as my sister's tanned tits two inches from my face. I desperately want to see them uncovered.

"Hey big brother. Here I am lying in your bed, naked. What do you think?" I reached over and cupped her tit. I heard her take in her breath when I touched it. I was looking at my hand cupping my sister's tit. I could feel her nipple starting to get hard. I started running my fingers over her nipple. They were great nipples. They were about the size of quarters. Her tit was soft, but still firm for her age. I kept squeezing it. "Is that all you are going to do?" Keeping my hand on her tit, I looked up at her face. She was smiling. "No," I answered. "I want to do a lot more than this."

"Well, no, but you noticing I have a nice pair of tits isn't the same as you perving on me." "I'm pretty sure brothers aren't supposed to find their sister's boobs 'nice.'" To be fair, Zoey just happened to have what I considered to be the perfect breasts. Not so small she didn't have any cleavage, but also not so large that they wouldn't make a nice handful. It was a complete coincidence, of course, and certainly nothing more. "I mean, if you need a reference then just pull up your blindfold for a sec and take a quick look."

She turned around and looked at me with wide eyes… Ooooooookay? “You named it…” “Cutsiah? Yes. I don’t see why.” Now I get it. I turned around, suddenly feeling a little conscious to be around her. This is what happens when you bring ‘FAMILY’ into something you held dear. They always find… A loud “ooooph” left my lips as she crushed her front to my back, hugging me from my behind. “ I knew it. I knew it that everyone was wrong about you. You loved your sister so much more than anything in this world. And if not…” She spun me in her hold and looked at me with teary eyes,