Sister Fantasies Novels & Stories

True, the sister is not entirely law-abiding, periodically indulges in darkness and destroys artifacts on weekends. I was so carried away by my thoughts that I did not notice how I got close to the forest, in which the dark ones sometimes trained. What is it about him that makes me so drawn to him all the time? Every morning, when I wake up, the first thing I do is look out the window to take another look at the rather dull landscape and bald trees. Maybe, subconsciously, I aspire to a place where I can stop controlling my inner strength so tightly? Somewhere where I can release all the darkness that fills me? - Fascinating, isn't it? suddenly sounded from behind. I twitched in surprise and

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

He hesitated, then added, “You can take the bed. I won’t touch you.” My chest tightened. “I didn’t think you would.” Something flickered across his face, too fast to name. “Good.” The bathroom door slid shut. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands clenched in my lap, trying not to think about how wrong everything felt. My sister was missing. Kidnapped. And here I was, standing in her place, wearing her clothes, sleeping beside her mate. Temporary, I told myself. Just until Sailyn comes back.

I knew immediately that my sister had already slept with him. It couldn't be helped. Once a witch comes of age, she loses control when facing a man she desires. Her body naturally draws her closer. It was one of our fatal flaws. My sister reclined gracefully on the bed, a sheer silk cover draped lightly over her. It did nothing to hide her alluring figure. When she saw me enter, the smile faded from her face. Slowly, she lifted a finger and pointed toward an embroidered pattern on the table. "You stitched this? Good."

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

I had never thought of my sister as a sexual being other than to acknowledge the fact she had given birth to the two sweetest nieces in the world. Nothing in any fantasy of mine could compare with what stood in front of me. Colleen was erotic and sexy and earthy and sophisticated and loving and warm and desirable all at the same time. So much so, that I was having trouble breathing. She was a million times more beautiful than anything I could have ever imagined and I was starting to get dizzy.

In the Crestfall Pack, power is everything, and Nora has none. Living as an unacknowledged outcast in the shadow of her elder sister, Beatrice—the strongest she-wolf of her generation and the favorite to become Luna, Nora survives by running the pack's logistics behind the scenes. Her only comfort is her long-standing, quiet bond with Caleb Hayes, the future Alpha, who carries the crushing weight of his pack's expectations. ‎ ‎Everyone expects Caleb to claim Beatrice as his mate during the Blood Moon ceremony to secure a military alliance. But when the midnight moon reaches its peak, the sacred bond triggers—not between Caleb and Beatrice, but between Caleb and Nora. Caleb walks past the g

Panting. "Stick it in me, brother. Fuck sis as hard as you can. I can take it." I held her legs back and slammed my cock into her. She grunted every time I hit her cervix. She growled. "Fuck me, brother. Fuck your sister." She was getting off to incest as much as I was. Here I was, finally. Fucking my sister, my fantasy, and it was better than I ever imagined. But I couldn't last. "I'm gonna cum, sis."