Sibling Seduction Novels & Stories

I continued, voice dropping lower, “they don't beg for it. They don't claw at his back, wrap their shaky legs around his waist, and scream his name while he ruins them. Sisters don’t just take their brother’s cock, they don't squirm and whimper like needy whores, milking him with their dripping little cunt until he fills them up with every drop of his cum. They don't let their own brother pump them full, breeding them deep while they shake and cum all over him.” I finished the last button and leaned in until our faces were only inches apart, my breath brushing her lips. Her eyes fluttered, her whole body trembling against mine. I could smell how soaked she was, how badly her body wanted exac

The sight of my sister and her best friend will haunt me forever. The men brought them out of the house via the back entrance wrapped in blankets to cover their nakedness. They were maouling over the soldiers trying to feed their addiction. Fuck knows how much shit they had pumped though them. “Stand back, we need to get them into the back of the van so we can sedate them.” “But I'm her brother.” “Right now she won't see you as her brother but a means of feeding her hunger for sex they've already tried to get a few of the men on the beds they laid tied to to fuck them.”

"Years ago, your mother took advantage of my older brother's erratic heat cycle to crawl into his bed, forcing his hand to mark her. Now, you're trying to use the exact same cheap tricks to seduce me?" His words cut through me like daggers, shredding whatever dignity I had left into ribbons. "Uncle Zander... you're my mate... I can hear our wolves calling to each other..." I sobbed, my face turning deathly pale. "Mate?" Zander snarled, a furious fire burning in his eyes that could reduce me to ashes. "Sabrina, that thought alone is an abomination! Are you and your mother determined to destroy both of us brothers, one after the other?"

"You actually flirted with your own brother-in-law?" Her lips trembled intensely, her scent sharp with the bitterness of a displaced mate. Thea walked up to her, bent down, and whispered in her ear, her voice a silken purr that carried the lethal chill of a winter hunt. "I learned this from my sister, you know? Wasn't it exactly like this that my sister seduced her own brother-in-law back then? I’m just following the trail you blazed."

Over and over. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each hit seemed to echo through the mansion, through me. “Yes! God, yes! Don’t stop!” Her voice rose higher, desperate now. And I could see it in my head without even trying, her on her back, bent over, riding him, him over her, taking whatever he wanted. And my body… betrayed me. Heat built between my thighs, shameful and unstoppable. My nipples ached under my thin sleep shirt. My breathing picked up.

My breath shudders as I try not to give into his seduction. He reaches out, touching my leg under the water, the feeling so real I gasp. "Do you remember how my touch used to make you feel?" A burning need rears up within me, to grab him and pull him toward me. Fight the urge, knowing this isn't real, knowing that I can kiss him in this moment and I will wake tomorrow feeling nothing but regret. "Admit it to me, that you still want me," Marek continues, the firmness in his voice enough to convince me to admit it, to believe it.

As if the crowd around us disappeared as our distance became even closer. "Dance with me," he commanded. Not asked. His voice seemed to have took mine away. He extended his arms, waiting for me to take it as the silence in the room deepened. And against every part of me that screamed 'run', I extended my arms and placed my palm on his, letting go of all my inhibitions and letting him take over me.

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."

I sit up slowly. Samuel Thomas. Michael’s younger brother. The black sheep. The one who walked out of this family three years ago after a fight so ugly it left scorch marks on everything, walked straight out the front door of this penthouse into a December night without his coat and got on a plane to Paris and did not look back.

“I know how Katreya had an affair with Grace’s gym instructor. I know how he overheard her talking about him with her friends. I know how he felt when Grace’s friends got older, and he realised he wanted them.” “Stop this,” Michael said at that. “He’s been filling your head with nonsense!” “It’s not nonsense though, is it? Tell me which part of it is nonsense.” “He’s using it!” “How?” “To seduce you!” My eyes stayed calm. My smile was real. “I seduced him. I can tell you how, if you like? I can tell you what some of the other girls did, too. How they hung around in the kitchen, pretending they needed a drink while Grace was in bed. How they made suggestions. How the university students brush