Sex Sister Story Novels & Stories

I didn’t know she is as good as this, and I’ve been seeing her with my sister since, Gosh! This is a very good opportunity for me. Well, you might thinking I forced myself on her but NO, she came to me first undressing and exposing her fresh b**bs and big a$$ and I quickly grab the opportunity. I continued going deeper into her as she screamed out loud. Suddenly, we began hearing knocks on the door as Mia keeps calling my name and her friend’s name. “Hey! Kelly, leave my friend now unless you won’t like what I’m gonna do,” She screamed still banging the door.

Tom’s thrusts slowed and I felt my orgasm finally fade to a dull afterglow, I slowed my strokes of Sean’s cocks as he shuddered out the last of his orgasm. I leaned up and sucked the last of his cum out of his cock before collapsing back on the bed, a cum-covered, cum-filled, sweaty mess. The sound of deep breaths pervaded the room as we all tried to compose ourselves. There were no appropriate words to say under the circumstances. Where do you go from here? As I struggled to find something to say, a familiar voice cut through the panting. “What does a girl have to do to get some cock around here?” My sister was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Sean began to

A female scent waffed into my nostrils, growing stronger and more aggressive. "How are you, Kylie?" A pair of red high-heeled shoes stopped in front of the cell. I looked up slowly from the tip of the woman's shoe to her face. A red diamond necklace was shining brightly. It's my mom's legacy and it belongs to me. And now it's around this woman's neck. The woman in front of me who was wearing delicate make-up was not only my sister, but also my husband's mistress—She's the one who destroyed everything... My sister.

I looked up, surprised to see Maya sliding into the empty seat at our table. "Sorry I'm late," she said, dropping her bag on the floor. "Hunter told me you were here. I figured I'd join since you're telling people about..." She waved her hand vaguely. "You know." "Quinn knows," I confirmed. I wasn't surprised that Hunter had told Maya already. He knew Maya was also her friend and would support her. "And what do you think?" Maya asked her directly. Quinn's lips quirked. "That our friend is marrying her dead sister's husband, who also happens to be our boss, while pregnant with their baby. It's a good story for a daytime soap."

You are Pinky and Pinky is not afraid of hands that don’t touch her. Inside a memory detonated without permission. Adrian at seventeen, reaching across a table to brush something from her hair, so casual, so unbothered, completely unaware of what it did to her. The same hands. Older now. Steadier. Infinitely more dangerous. Stop. “You’re getting greedy,” Pinky said. His hand lowered. Slowly. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe I just know what I’m looking for.” I stepped into his space. His turn to hold still.

Cum trickled down my inner thigh under my skirt and I pressed my legs together, mind spinning with flashes of his cock slamming into me, his groans, the way I begged for more. I fucked my own sister’s husband. Raw. Multiple times. And it was the best sex I’d ever had. I burst back into the suite, the door slamming behind me. Victor looked up from the bed where he was still naked, stroking himself slowly. “Back already? Good. Get over here and sit on my cock.” My hands shook as I stared at him, dread mixing with the leftover heat in my body. “Victor, we need to talk right now. My sister is downstairs in the lobby. She just told me her husband Victor is nearby for work and might join us.

“Mia, I—” “Months,” Xavier said quietly, his face pale. “It’s been months.” Mia let out a bitter laugh, stepping back toward the door. “Months? You’ve been sleeping with my sister while we’re planning our wedding?” She looked straight at me, eyes full of pain. “I trusted you both.” Then she turned and walked out. The door slammed hard behind her. We heard her car start up and peel away down the street. The house went dead quiet. Xavier reached for my hand. “Lila…”

I walked back toward the main hall, my heart pounding harder with every step. And then I saw her. My sister. Standing in the center of the room. She was smiling, happy and I was going towards her and almost immediately I froze! Because she wasn’t alone anymore, Her hand was wrapped around his arm. And this time… I could see his face clearly. My heart stopped. My breath caught. My entire world came trembling. Because the man I had just left in that room… Was her fiancé.

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

He then turns his head to look at me, blame clear in his eyes. "Sean, my ex-boyfriend?" I ask. My dad nods and proceeds to tell me it was an accident and tries to reason in favour of Sean, telling me that he called for help. I frown. "Dad, it's Sean. He's a psycho and speaking for him won't convince me that it wasn't a mistake." Dad sighs. Sean walks out into the reception area with a smile on his face. I stomp up to him and start shoving him and yelling. "You prick!" He simply raises his hand and slaps me onto the ground, making it out to be an accident after.