Novel & Cerita Sister Harem

It was tormenting to think about the fact that she had actually done something that despising all for a man. "Caramel is here." I announced to my parents while they craned their heads at us. I had intentionally ignored making mention of the male figure. My mother rushed to her feet to stand in front of Caramel. She gripped her shoulder and began to shake her like there was no end to her troubles. "Why would you do that to your own sister? My mother wailed, "what got into you? How could you let yourself be blinded by lust? What happened to the love and bond I trained you to share with your sisters?" She cried, not faltering with her action.

"I mean, have you looked at yourself lately? Before that Serenex shit, you were probably the biggest pussy I ever met. No offense. But check you out now, brah. Now you got Abbie and Cassie as your fuckbunnies, me as your whatever, teacher hottie and slut cop who do whatever you say." She failed to mention Megan, but I didn't correct her oversight. "And?" "Like, you're making a fucking harem. You know that, right?" "A harem? What on earth are you talking about?" "All right, go ahead and name all the dudes and the non-hotties you've used that spray on so far. Go ahead. I'll wait."

Whispering into the phone, Zak asks, “What does your sister look like? What’s her name?” “Blonde. Slightly taller than me. A ton of expertly applied make-up. Stepford Wives clothing. Perfect manicure. Snooty, holier-than-thou expression on her face. Her name’s Celeste.” Citra does not sound happy at all to have to deal with her sister. Hakeem scoffs with laughter in the link. Described to a “t.” Take it she and her sister don’t really get along.

She sighed again, this time in defeat. "A few people...mostly my sisters....but no one had tried that yet so..." she raised her hips as a hint. He ignored her and brushed his lips against her cheek. "Well you're a hell of a lot warmer than the others' women." Women? Which women? "Whose?" "'Family business' others. They tend to keep little harems... mind you some tarry only with nymphs...and they're notorious." "Notorious for what?" "Being cold fish." He was petting her stomach, and his teeth were nipping at her neck, but her mind was intently focused elsewhere.

We were made to observe the 18+ men and women engage in sexual activities; sex in this palace was an open affair. A harem of courtesans was ushered to please one scumbag of a royal and his wife or girlfriend. My sister was four years older than I, and she had been at it with delight. She was very good at giving blow jobs and lap dances, anything to get the royals turned on. And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it.

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

Grace’s POV Helena squeezed my hand through the whole procedure. It was the least she could do, considering they were planting her eggs, fertilized with her husband’s seed, inside me. I hated myself for not really wanting to be here. But I loved my sister, and this was what she needed. She’d never understand the weight of what I was sacrificing. Not in any real sense.

Even the women in the harem don't feel safe. Speaking of the harem... There was a fight between Karen and that Gemma girl. Karen is among my favourites, and fights in my harem are as rare as walking fish. That places Gemma at fault. I can't remember any of the seven girls that the Queen Mother sent with her, but she has done so much that I now even know her name, both good and bad. But the most recent, the rumour about her and me has to be the last straw. That the King of Suro has fallen for an Omega...

“You brought her here, so there’s no need to keep pretending.” Just then, she hugged my arm. “Are you my sister? I finally found you!” “Sister?” What was going on? Did the genre just change? Did we go from long-lost loves to sister-wives in a harem? I never knew I had a younger sister. She was my full biological sister, from the exact same parents. As we sat in silence, I stared at Shaun intently. What on earth was going on? “So you’re saying my parents had you in secret?” I asked, my tone uncharacteristically solemn.