Sister Fantasies Novels & Stories

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

I demanded, stepping forward. The figure stepped back. Maintaining distance. Calculating. "Someone who knows exactly who you are, Alexa Lean. Not Nova James. Not some transfer student with a mysterious past." They laughed, the sound warped and unnatural through the voice changer. "You're a girl with a dead sister and a death wish. And I'm here to grant it." "Then do it." The words came out before I could stop them. The figure froze. Even through the mask, I could feel their surprise.

The sight of these two sexy coeds, one of them my sister, kneeling between my legs, their tits swinging back and forth as they fight over my cock, gives me the biggest orgasm of the night. The next morning I wake up, glad to know it wasn't just a dream. I really slept with my sister and her roommate, their naked bodies still wrapped around mine. My morning hard-on doesn't go unnoticed and Sherrie argues successfully that she should be the one to ride it because she won't see me as often as my sister. Susan watches for a while then runs one hand over Sherrie's ass and down to my balls and uses her other hand to stimulate Sherrie's clit, while Sherrie bounces up and down on my rigid pole. I've

Every woman in my life's bellies growing outwards, their hips widening, their chests swelling. All full of my children. My seed. My babies. Like I said; the fantasies got dark. Dark enough to even include my sister. She became an object of my sexual desire. A potential vessel for my future brood. My own sister, carrying my sons and daughters. My nieces and nephews. Impregnating my own flesh and blood.

The sight of these two sexy coeds, one of them my sister, kneeling between my legs, their tits swinging back and forth as they fight over my cock, gives me the biggest orgasm of the night. The next morning I wake up, glad to know it wasn't just a dream. I really slept with my sister and her roommate, their naked bodies still wrapped around mine. My morning hard-on doesn't go unnoticed and Sherrie argues successfully that she should be the one to ride it because she won't see me as often as my sister. Susan watches for a while then runs one hand over Sherrie's ass and down to my balls and uses her other hand to stimulate Sherrie's clit, while Sherrie bounces up and down on my rigid pole. I've

I was thinking, "That fucking bitch is masturbating." I knew I was going to jerk off or I'd never be able to sleep but I never imagined Brooke would be doing the same. I felt no guilt as I fantasized about what I had hoped to do to my sister. I wanted to touch those ripe, tender tits, and suck on those hard nipples. I wanted to nibble on her ass cheeks and run my hands up and down her soft legs, even suck on her toes before I ate her sweet, young pussy. Of course, I wanted to feel her lips on my cock and slide it into her pussy. I wanted to hear her beg for my cock as I shot my load deep into her.

I pictured the two of them, Jacob and Aiden, pushing me against the cool marble countertop, their hands on me, their mouths— their thick cocks, slamming inside me with a punishing pace. My ass still stings from Aiden’s spanking and the sensation still sends waves down my spine, causing my pussy to flood all over again. I hated that the fantasy was so potent. I love the idea of sex. I crave that kind of connection and power. But not with these two. Not with my sister's murderers. They were undeniably hot, which my body annoyingly acknowledged with every glance. But they were filthy. I had to hate them. I had to. Yet, their touch, the way their eyes promised I was prey, was a feeling I couldn'

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

“I don't need to hear any other gross details. Now tell me where that girl keeps everything! ” "The cupboard beside Ruby's mattress, and the cupboard beside the bathtub, she also often do it while soaking at the bathtub." Said Saphire grimacing at Jasmine. “Sorry sis, this is a harsh reality, huh? At least you got the real banana… not just a poster, see what I mean? ” Saphire asked while running because Luna Maribeth took the closest baking pan from her hand and threw it towards Saphire. "This is the most awkward chat I've ever encountered." Said Jasmine, still shaking her head. The fact that her younger sister, she just met turns out to have sexual fantasies with Marco, made her cringed and

“Hello sister, she says to me but I do not say a word still. There is nothing I can say to her. Is my sister really here? Am I really in front of her right now? How is she alive? Fey? I say to her in a shaking voice that can only explain the fear on my face and how I’m scared to be in front of her. “Hello, sweet Fiona! I see you have taken my place, nicely.” You have taken my man and you have taken my place and it seems as if you have forgotten that it isn’t yours! She screams at me and I close my ears. I’m sorry! I came here to look for you…I say, wrapping my hands around my body. You came here to look for me but you are sleeping in my matrimonial bed and you are allowing him in between you