Sibling Seduction Novels & Stories

A dull, crushing weight hit my chest so hard I couldn't breathe. Leo didn't win that promotion by merit. He didn't leave New York because of corporate destiny. Benjamin had explicitly funded, engineered, and manipulated my brother's exile from the country. He had manufactured the entire scenario, ensuring that Leo would have no choice but to leave his eighteen-year-old sister under the care of his multi-billionaire best friend. The blurb of my own life had just rewritten itself in front of my eyes.

I blinked a few times, processing what had just happened. Did Ethan just chase his own brother away from me? Was that jealousy I had just witnessed? The thought made me chuckle softly. Ethan Sinclair, the man who always tried to act unaffected, had just displayed a moment of territorial jealousy. It was amusing, yet somehow, it made my heart flutter. As the wedding began, the atmosphere in the hall shifted. Everyone’s attention turned toward the front where Camille and Daniel were being celebrated. The vows, the speeches, the applause, it was all a blur in the background of my mind.

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

His left hand enveloped her waist and he pulled her closer before his lips touched her hair. Her eyes widened in shock. She was about to push him away when she heard footsteps coming over, and she heard a very familiar voice. “I never thought you would be this sweet to your wife, brother.”

Cheerleading Slût (4) I pulled my cóck out, slowly stroking it, imagining watching the lesbian sèx that was happening in my sister's room. Although Sophia was way too anorexic to be sèxy, her face was beautiful and seeing her buried in my sister's cûnt, or her mouth wrapped around my cóck, was enough to get me hard instantly. Eventually my sister got close. She moaned, sounding vulnerable for the first time, "Don't stop, so close."

Not only did he call me his wife, his voice had sounded so possessive. I smiled in relief. “I will trust you, Lilith.” “Please do! My brother would never mark any woman he just wanted to fuck. I’m sure he has started developing feelings for you. Just keep the seduction going. Give him more wild sex that will make him think about you throughout the day… sex he won’t even be able to get out of his mind—he’ll imagine how you came apart for him until he even makes mistakes while carrying out his duties.” I nodded, smiling.

Sister needs her brother to help her friend. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Sebastian was alone in his room. He shook his head and he was pretty pissed off. He was nineteen years old and single. The three girls he had asked out had turned him down saying they were sick or busy. Later he found out that those girls had dated other guys. Sebastian was in a very bad mood and was rude when his older sister came into his room and said:

Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.

The fact that anyone could walk inside and see us naked, splayed on the ground. Knowing that it was my brother bringing me that pleasure. The illicit incestuous act. That sucking a guy like this, getting sucked, was bad. But succumbing to it with my sibling was straight out broken. And then, the enthusiastic slurping sounds coming from my brother. The way his tongue deftly plied at my folds. The warm wet muscle probing, pushing at my clit. My pussy clamping down on his dexterous fingers.

Crawling towards forbidden euphoria. Tabitha increased her pace on her brother's cock. Her movements got more desperate. Driven. Her sisters manipulated her from both sides. Hope shook as Tabitha rubbed her. Chastity trembled on her brother's tongue. And then suddenly the four siblings started to tremble as a massive shared orgasm rolled through them.