Sister Impregnation Novels & Stories

She made a show of slipping the ring off while saying, in a voice dripping with provocation, "You've really lucked out to have married such a wonderful husband, Phoebe. Mateo is such a thoughtful and attentive man." I scoffed inwardly. Mateo had always maintained the reputation of a devoted and considerate man, a model of what a husband should be. Yet this "paragon of virtue" had impregnated his own sister-in-law. Lily tugged at the wedding ring several times, her efforts only succeeding in making her finger red and swollen. She choked back a sob, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't take this off, and it hurts so much, Mateo."

The next morning, the sunlight poured through the thin curtains of Anita’s apartment, illuminating the small living room with a harsh glow that seemed to mirror the weight pressing down on her chest. She sat at the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the floor, her mind mixed with responsibilities and worries. Grace. Her sister, barely twenty-two, pregnant, abandoned, and desperate. And somehow, the entire problem had landed squarely on Anita’s shoulders.

“Ruin me more… make my womb ready for the next litter.” Sophia received even rougher treatment. Her brother and cousins double-fisted both her holes simultaneously while Victoria whipped her sensitive, post-birth clit with a thin cane. My sister’s prolapses were extreme, both her pussy and asshole pushed out several inches, red and swollen. The men took turns fucking the prolapsed flesh directly, slapping it hard, and biting down on the sensitive tissue. By midday, the rapid re-impregnation breeding marathon began in earnest. Both of us were kept in constant mating press positions, our legs folded back against our shoulders, holes fully exposed. The entire family rotated through us with one

Loved her sincerely as only a sister can. And she repaid me by fucking my husband. That kind of betrayal requires a special response. The pregnancy was an insult I hadn’t anticipated. My sister carrying my husband’s baby. Giving him what I couldn’t. The one thing cancer, fake or real, had actually stolen from me. That couldn’t stand. The misoprostol was easy to acquire. Dissolving it in her orange juice over three mornings was simple. She never noticed. Too busy playing the devoted sister while spreading her legs for my husband.

The baby she gave birth to must be as lovely as her. "Ah! No! I don't want to be pregnant! I don't want to be pregnant!" Tracy looked nervous. She bit her teeth and said, "I am your sister! We are incest, and I can't give birth to your children. I will find a mate who is devoted to me. I will only give birth to my mate's children!"

"And that's why I asked you if you'd fucked daddy yet. I figured if you'd committed incest once, you wouldn't mind doing it again. Maybe try a little taste of lesbian incest this time. Then… maybe after that… we could join forces, and seduce daddy into a three way with both of us. My latest black boy friend/fiance sent me home to have daddy knock me up with a blue-eyed blond little girl. If it works he'll breed me, and we'll have a little black brother for her to play with." "And if he has fucked me, then you'd have no problem getting him to knock you up, right?" "In a word? Yes." I could barely believe my ears hearing my sister's obscene proposals, let alone the fact that she'd turned into

But something tells me that Carlotta was not Sergio’s intended mate. Yes, my sister might be pregnant, and they bonded, but she wasn’t the mate that the Moon Goddess chose for him. She was the one he decided to bond with and impregnate. I doubt Carlotta understood the importance of her union with Sergio if they genuinely were mates; she just wanted what I had. The ceremony ended, and people wished my sister well, all the while whispering loudly about how a crazy, pitiful Omega I was. I couldn’t take the degradation anymore, even with this newfound bravery. So I slipped out of the church and made my way to my car at the edge of the parking lot.

She promised she could grant our father a higher position, make our mother healthier, bring our brother greater glory, and pave an even brighter path for my husband. The family's affection shifted to her entirely, while their treatment of me grew increasingly cold and dismissive. When my sister fell gravely ill, she accused me of cursing her. She demanded that my unborn child be used as medicine to cure her. My whole family tied me down, ignoring my screams, and forcibly cut the unborn child from my womb. My sister then claimed that to ensure the family's prosperity, she had to marry my husband, the man blessed with the Heart of Astral Clarity, as only he could continue the miracles I had on

No matter how hard I tried. I have managed to penetrate through her walls, made her open up for me and bare herself to the open, accept me as much as I wanted her to accept me even though I hated admitting it, only to fuck it up at that moment and have her hating on me. I swear at this point, I didn’t know how I was going to fix it. If it would even be fixed. This had to be the most fucked up situation in the history of relationship drama. Cheating on your partner with their sibling? Crazy, but not unheard of.

I looked up at him, drawing circles along his chest with my index finger. "She showed me a video of your sister basically making out with a random guy and so I was at your house earlier today just to confront her even after I saw the video I still had some doubt that she would do something like that, turns out I went at the right time, the child she is carrying isn't even mine." It took me a moment to process his dirds before I finally blurted aloud, "what?!" "Yeah you heard right." "That can't be real, it can't be."