Novel & Cerita Sister Impregnation Stories

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

And yet. She came again, her body shaking beneath me. I didn’t stop, continuing to grind against her until I followed, my own orgasm washing over me in waves. I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies slick with oil and sweat. I kissed her forehead gently, holding her close as she trembled in my arms. Sebastian already fucked his mistress on the very same bed, so I let his sister make a mess too. And I plan to do it more often.

Outside the corridor went about its business. Irina looked at her sister — at the strong jaw and the tired eyes and the woman who had been carrying something enormous alone for two years and had nearly died for it and had woken up six weeks later and led with you look terrible — and felt a love so specific and so large she didn't have a word for it. "We're also having a baby," she said. Anna stared at her. "I thought you told her," Neo said from the window. "I told her about the pregnancy," Irina said. "I didn't say we're having a baby. There's a difference in the delivery."

Sophia had returned and an unknown woman had arrived in the middle of the night knowing he was a married man now,with an envelope that had turned Alexander pale yet there was nothing to explain? “Do you think I’m stupid?” The question slipped out before she could stop it. This made Alexander’s eyes to narrow at her but Amelia continued instead. “You keep expecting me to accept things without answers. You tell me not to ask questions and to stay out of things that don’t concern me.” Her voice rose as it began to crack at the end. “But somehow my sister is always at the center of those things.” That got a small reaction from him and for a split second, something dark flashed across Alexander’s

Fiona, whose fiancé was now pressing my body to a wall with his hands on my waist and thin blood on his lip. Zach was my sister’s fiancé. Zach was the man who had once made me go home alone with two red lines on a pregnancy test and an aching fist. Zach was the worst dream that still knew how to kiss me like he had once had the right and had never given it up. A thin metallic taste touched my tongue. The cut on his lip had opened again, maybe from the pressure of my mouth, maybe because this kiss had been stupid from the beginning and all stupid things always demanded physical evidence.

“Oh, so you go way back. No wonder you’re defending him. Maybe there was already something going on between you two. Were you already involved before he married my sister?” I could not hold back anymore. I stepped forward and slapped her, then sneered. “There was already something going on? What happened between your sister and me is none of your business. Who do you think you are? Yesterday, Wendy came to me in a dream. She said she was sorry and told me to find someone better. She also said you are ungrateful and told me to stay away from you.” “That is impossible! That is all fake!” Her face turned pale, but with every sentence I invoked the dead, she had no way to argue.

“What do you mean?” The priest hesitated, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Elianna is not your true sister by blood. She was taken in as an infant, the child of another. Your parents raised her as their own, out of compassion, but she was never told. When she discovered fragments of the truth years later, bitterness consumed her. She saw you as the chosen one, the rightful heir, while she was merely the shadow. That bitterness has now grown into hatred.” Clara’s breath caught in her chest. The words felt like stones crashing down around her. “Not my sister…” she whispered.

Later, when rumors spread that the two of them had an improper relationship, he turned on me with a cold face and scolded, "I'm your husband. Can't you trust me even a little? Besides, Brooke is your sister. How can you suspect us of something like that?" I had loved Jensen with all my heart for five years. When we married, I hadn't even asked for betrothal gifts. Back then, I was blinded by love. No matter how many times we fought, I always swallowed my grievances and gave in. But I never imagined that after giving her a job and a car, Brooke would still want me to hand Jensen over to her completely. Looking at the two of them clinging to each other, anyone who didn't know better would have

The word hit me like a knife. “Shut the hell up!” I tore the forms in half, the pieces scattering across the floor. His expression softened unexpectedly. His voice lowered almost tenderly. “Not nonsense. I want to marry you. I want children only with you.” I pressed my lips together. I was shaken by how his voice trembled with longing. "I am your step sister. How can you say about it." I corrected him. "Did I consider you as a step sister when I had sex with you? Have you considered me step brother when you moaned my name when I was inside you?"

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."