روايات وقصص ضمن Sister Fantasies

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.

She paused before quickly adding, "Not that I want you to have an affair with her!" I pouted. I saw the briefest flash of anger cross her face. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" "You'd better be. This is one of those instances where fantasy and reality should never, ever meet." "Unless, of course, you want me to cut off your balls." She winked and grabbed them, pulling slightly. We fucked again that night. It was the first time in ages we'd fucked twice in one night, and we loved it. Afterward, we talked more about the rigid lines between fantasy and reality. I toyed with the idea of telling Linda about the pictures of her sister on the web, but for the moment I decided against it.

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?!"

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."

when she finds out my extra-curricular activities with her sister behind her back, shit. Suddenly I felt remorse, I know it was wrong for me to have sex with her sister, wrong but damn, I can't get enough of Leysa's luscious body. I really wanted her; I want to claim her, every now and then. I have a lot of fantasies with her, and she is really good at pleasuring a mad man like me, and adding to it that I was the first to enter her narrow cave. I feel so honored and overwhelmed the first time we did it, because I was the first one to explore her tourist-like body and it was damn beautiful and perfect. She is actually a living temptation that any man can dream and fantasize with.

came my sister's acknowledgement from down the hall. Throwing myself onto my bed, I laid on my back and started stroking myself. Normally I would have taken longer to get to this point, but I couldn't help it. The foreplay had already been going on for hours and I needed this. Closing my eyes, I let a brand-new fantasy consume me. The world faded, except for my own body and my sister's. I listened to her moans ebb and flow, growing louder than tapering off into whimpers. I returned the favor and matched her sounds with my own.