Sister Fantasies Novels & Stories

Knowing she loved having a dick in her mouth, I still couldn't picture her taking my oversized dick head between her lips. What I constantly fantasized about was sucking her tits before I jacked off and shot my cum all over them. In those fantasies, she always got off on it. Now I felt like that fantasy was shattered. My "innocent" older sister was sexually active, and she would no doubt be repulsed by my dick the way my last two girlfriends had been. That didn't stop me from jacking off and imagining her tits again, of course. It just wasn't as good.

I couldn't add to her nightmares. Days after that, I still had her on my mind. In moments when I was at work, her beautiful face cross my mind and when I'm home, I listen for every sound that comes from her apartment. But I didn't get to see her. I left home early and returned late at night when she was probably on her bed sleeping. She had me intrigued even when I knew I shouldn't be. Would a quick fuck with her suffice? But hell, for some reason , she didn't seem that way to me and it felt almost sinful to think of her that way. And so I just dwelled in my thoughts of her gorgeous body and let it distract me from the terrors of my own life. And she became a new found fantasy of mine and li

He thought that after the fuck the feeling would disappear but it becomes worst when he decides to fick a bitch because his sexy and pretty sister will be all that he would be seeing. One night he had orgasmed thinking about Laura whilst pumping himself to climax, afterwards the feeling increased and him thinking that his sister is fucking another person like he is doing is making his heart squeeze in pain, image of another man ramming into the beautiful and tight hole of his sister was numbing the devil, and if the news got out that a woman has gotten into the heart of devil incarnate, it will be a shock to the people not to add that the woman was his sister.

Story 7: Make My Boyfriend’s Sister Cum 1 MILANI I stood next to my boyfriend like a perfect girlfriend but my eyes wouldn't stop eye-fuckimg his sister. She stood innocently in the middle of the hall as she chatted with the other visitors but all I can think of is what she would look like with her clothes off her body as she lay on the bed with her legs spread wide. The thoughts made my heart beat spark up and I couldn't stop the crazy imagination. Her image appeared vividly in my mind and I couldn't help but raise the glass of wine in my hand.

fantasies of a lesbian romp with her fiancé's sister. She couldn't explain it, but what had started out as playful flirtation had become an obsession... which had taken hold not while Lara was aggressively flirting with her, but when she'd stopped. Somehow this made Jennifer miss the saucy attentions of her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be stroke Maid of Honour. Somehow this obsession was generating confusing thoughts and fantasies Jennifer hadn't had previously. Sure, Lara was cute... sexy actually, and sure, if she was ever going to explore her same-sex leanings, it would be with someone like Lara.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.

My day was completely unproductive, and realizing that this was all Pascha's confinement made me even crazier. A womanbeater... what could he live for other than torturing women? He's exactly like my father, and I feel scared for the woman who becomes his wife. Would she be able to live a life in prison with that monster? I shuddered in horror at that unpredictable future. The door opened when I closed the book. I thought it was Carl who wanted to interrupt, but it was my sister's fiancé who had distracted me completely. I stood up from the sofa and looked at him, who closed and locked the door. "Your fiancé is in her room."

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

"Of course, Chloe, but we both know you are here for something else." She smirked. "Oh, my sweet sister. I knew only you could understand me." I just stood there and didn't say anything. "Did you meet your mate?" she asked suddenly. My eyes widened in surprise. Did she know her fiancé was my mate? I hoped not, because if that happened she could kill me and I probably couldn't save myself. She was a beta female and a great fighter. I shook my head in denial and avoided looking directly into her eyes. I was a terrible liar.