Sister Fantasies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But at 18 years old, in a new High School, I haven't been getting any action lately. Since I don't have a steady girlfriend, I'm making do with my own hand outside my step-sister 's window pretty regularly. Don't get me wrong, it's a great show, but I'm getting really horny and starting to think about my step-sister 's body in ways that a brother shouldn't. I find myself wanting to do more than just watch. I want to touch her. I kept fantasizing that she knows I'm out here and she's putting on a show for me. I know it isn't true, but it fuels my desire to touch her and have her touch me.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

The beautiful, intoxicating fantasy she had built over the last two months hadn't just ended—it had warped into a permanent, inescapable golden cage. She was no longer just the secret lover or the cherished little sister. She was a permanent fixture in a broken, hollow pact, bound to the dominant man who had engineered her madness from the very beginning, all while her sister watched from across the hall. "So, I get to do these things with… Adrian?" Lisa whispered. ​Her voice was so incredibly quiet, a fragile thread of sound that barely carried across the gap between the sofa and the armchair. She kept her head down, her chin tucked into the fold of her denim jacket as if she could physical

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

"Yes, admittedly...I was." "Well...you know what one of my fantasies is?" I tossed out. "Having one of you sitting on my face, the other on my cock...and then the two of you, fondling and sucking one another's tits while doing that." As hoped...Aunt Susan jumped on that one almost immediately. "Oh I'd love to feel your tongue in my cunt right about now," she groaned. "Especially while playing with my sister's tits," she added to that hopefully. Mom was looking around the room again.

“Why? Are you still chasing the man of your dreams? Technically he is hot coz you always see flames around him, don't you?” Talia wiggled her eyebrows and chuckled. I quickly looked around to see if there was anyone around us. “Do you see him kissing you in your dreams? Or do you want him to break out of your dreams and step into the real world to claim you? Is that why you sometimes blabber incoherently in your sleep?” My sister’s imagination was crazy. “Will you shut your mouth?” I hissed at her and she looked hurt. “It was a harmless comment, girls our age can dream of men, you know. And you seem to constantly see just one guy, tell me more about him. Is he tall, dark, and handsome?”

[Primus] My sister is a sadist. She would make an amazing dictator, the way she bends people to her will, forcing them to do whatever she says is “in their own good.” She's also a much better liar. Maybe I should just hand her the throne right now and save myself the trouble of ascension. That way nobody would need to plan a coup to depose me when they discover my mate is a human. Just one small action would solve so many of my problems.

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.