Novel & Cerita Sister Fantasies

she gently says and grabs my face to make me look at her, "If he turned out to be a cheater and a fucking backstabber, you're better without him. You'll see it one day. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you'll realize one day. And then your person will arrive, Sky, I promise. You're such an amazing, incredible, wonderful, beautiful person… if anyone deserves to have a fated mate, is you." But that's never going to happen. What are the odds of two sisters having fated mates? It's unheard of. I'm destined to be alone forever, that's my fate. "Come on, cry it out," she says and pulls me until my head is resting over her huge boobs, "You'll get sick if you keep all this ugliness inside of you." "

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.

“Your sister. She wants Nicholas for herself.” “That’s absurd. My sister has been taken. How could she do this?” “Oh my dear, magic doesn’t have any limits. She set this in motion long ago, and that’s exactly what’s happening now.” The woman confirmed it, and a memory flashed back, Nicholas and Madelyn once hooking up. But her sister loved her. She would never go as far as turning her crazy. “You have what she wants. Two beautiful kids. A man she always loved. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how she adored your life. She wants to be you.”

His fingers moved in slow circles, building pressure that made my knees weak. Then his hand slipped under my dress, pushing aside the thin fabric of my underwear. I trembled as his fingers found my entrance, sliding easily through the evidence of my arousal. "So wet," he murmured, satisfaction dripping from his voice. "Is this how sisters feel about their brothers, Valentina?" I whimpered, unable to form words as his fingers explored me. "Or maybe," he continued, his voice a low rumble against my ear, "you've been having fantasies that go far beyond any sibling relationship."

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.