Seducing My Sister Novels & Stories

Clinton into the living room. "Who's that?" I whispered, tugging on his sleeve. Mr. Clinton's expression was a mix of frustration and wariness. "My troublesome sister," he murmured, picking up the pace. "Sister? Mr. Clinton, you have a sister?" I asked, my brow furrowing in surprise. "You never told me." He didn't respond, his face stern and serious as if he was ready for an intense battle. And it made me wonder why his sister's presence seemed to stir up his frustration.

One reckless, selfish night that tore everything apart. It started innocently, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. My fiancée’s sister, Clara, was nothing like her. Where my fiancée was calm, steady, and practical, Clara was wild, impulsive, and unpredictable. She had a way of walking into a room and demanding attention without even trying. And though I would never admit it out loud, a small part of me always noticed her — the way she laughed too loudly, the way her eyes lingered when they should have turned away. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep those fleeting sparks buried where they belonged. But temptation has a way of waiting for the rig

“Then you would not mind me meeting up with Ana tonight. I do not think I am quite ready to bed my new wife. Like you said, I do not think she can take me either but she will learn” “Do whatever you want but be back and ready” I dismissed him, wondering how he would not want to fuck Scarlet. She was a walking wet dream and my mouth watered by mere thought of her. “Yes father” Declan taunted. He turned around and left. I was his brother but had taken care of them as much as I could since we were children and since the passing of both our parents.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

Out of all the men in the world, the one I had hooked up with twelve hours ago was sitting across the table from me, sipping my father’s wine while discussing his engagement to my sister. Yes, My Sister! My chest tightened, and I felt my stomach drop. The fork in my hand trembled. I stole a quick glance at them. His fingers were entwined with hers, a half-smile resting on his lips. The same fingers that had left marks around my neck. The same lips that had swept across my whole body.

"Sister, focus on your own mating. Someone might think you're eyeing my fiancé again." I smiled faintly at Clara, and in the midst of her and Jax's ugly expressions, I took Thorne's hand and left. Soon, from behind, I heard Clara flirting with Jax, her voice dripping with seduction as she pressed her body against his, grinding her hips into his massive bulge. "Jax, baby, fuck me hard tonight and pump me full of your hot cum. I want your pup growing in me so bad" My stupid sister, reborn and still obsessed with rising through motherhood.

Fuck me, baby. I need my big brother in my pussy. Do it now ... pleeeeeeze." Chad's cock was pulsing with need like never before. He was dying to plunge his cock into his luscious sister's cunt, but he found himself staring at her in awe. She was staring back with the very same look in her eye. Even after all their earlier playing, the reality suddenly hit him like a tree falling on his head. Was he really about to fuck his sister? One look at the adoring expression on her face gave him the answer he already knew. Yes. He was going to love this beautiful creature with every inch of his aching cock. Becky bit her bottom lip as he pushed the head of his organ into her pink treasure just past t

She texted at eight fifteen to say she is in the same marriage I described, that she did not know anyone else knew what that felt like, and that she is going to call her sister today. I read both texts twice. I reply to Dana with warmth and brevity. I reply to Carol with something more specific. I tell her the sister call is the right first move. I told her to be honest with her sister, as I was not honest with anyone for two years. I tell her that the clarity she is looking for does not require the same path mine took. There are shorter routes. She replies immediately. She says thank you. She says she has not cried this much since her wedding day, and she does not mean that in a good way.

he says, the authority returning to his voice. "No." His brows draw together. "What?" "No." I prop myself closer until my nipples brush his face—once. "What are you doing!?" he thunders. I pull away, falling flat on my feet. "Seducing my husband's brother."

SKY POV Now you know how I ended up marrying my sister’s fiancée. For the next 5 days, I locked horns with my parents and the rest of the world over the idea of marrying Samantha’s fiancée. Not only was it disgustingly humiliating and revolting, but it was also a big insult to my late sister and everything she has worked hard on while she was still around. Although I was inclined to go down trying, I gave up eventually, because I was fighting a losing battle and I was not on the winning side.