Sister Impregnation Stories Novels & Stories

he says. "Nothing." "Then what are you—" He stops. His hands curl into fists at his sides. "Your mother called." It is not a question, I nod anyway. "My sister, Sailyn is gone," I say. "She was kidnapped. They needed someone to stand in her place to play Luna and to keep the pack from falling apart while they figure out what happened." He stares at me. His jaw works like he is trying to find the right words and coming up empty.

Only after a wife had given birth would she be qualified to enter the Gates family. I had been the only exception. Lillian's hand went up. The slap came down. Then another. The room rotated. I was a rag on the floor. I was barely breathing. The door opened. Charlotte White, my own sister, came running in. She kicked me in the chest before she said hello. "Silas, have you lost your mind? You made Liam lose his first child." Anyone listening would have thought it was Charlotte's child. I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Wonderful! You finally agreed to the blind date, Colette! I'll go call Henry's mother right away!" My mom ran off excitedly to make the call, while my sister, Colette, sat across from me, watching with a smug look on her face. "I'll be the one with a husband and kids this time, Liz." At that moment, I knew my sister had returned to life too. In our previous life, she had followed the trend of only dating but never marrying or having children. Because she refused the blind date, I had been pushed into it by my mother and hastily married Henry Collins.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

"I'll be fine." "That's the second time you've said that." He glanced over at me briefly before focusing back on the road. "But you don't look fine." I didn't respond. What was I supposed to say? That his brother's wife had just discovered her entire adopted family had been using her? That her sister had deliberately set her up to be sexually assaulted as a backup plan? That she was pregnant and terrified and had absolutely no idea what to do next? We pulled up to the Carter mansion, and my stomach twisted with dread. I didn't want to be here. Didn't want to walk into that empty house and sit alone with my thoughts.

They looked nauseatingly functional. We walked in, the imposters in the room. I wasn't her husband. I wasn't her boyfriend. I was the man who had accidentally impregnated her and was currently lying to my best friend about it. "Welcome!" A woman with graying hair and a tie-dye tunic flowed toward us. "You must be the late arrivals. I'm Martha." "Sorry," I said, putting a hand on Aria’s lower back instinctively. "Traffic." "No worries, no worries. First baby for you two?"

Everyone praised my sister for bringing good fortune. Meanwhile, I had three daughters in succession. The Johnsons gradually lost face in the village and started calling me a curse. Mark forced me to try the new in vitro fertilization in the city. But the doctor said it was the man's problem - Mark had a chromosomal disorder and could never have boys. The Johnsons couldn't understand and refused to listen. After returning home, they started forcing folk remedies on me to make me bear a son. I was tortured beyond recognition, but still gave birth to another girl.

What could he possibly say to me? Apologize? Just as he has since, he got into my room since the day broke. What was there to do at this point? Left to me, I was trying so hard to come to terms with what was happening. Starting from Aegon impregnating another woman down to the woman coming into the Pack in the name of living with us because her traditions will not allow her to stay away from the child's father. Not only that. The woman in question is the sister of the wife of the man who owned the baby.

she whispered to me, "One of my fantasies is to be impregnated by my little brother, so that's what we're going to try now." The thought of fathering my sisters child disgusted me, but my body betrayed me once more as the thought of having sex was enough to get the blood flowing in my penis, as it stiffened up, ready to be put inside my sister. She shifted her way back down my body slowly, until I could feel the tip of my dick press against her underside, which was now so stiff it was pointing directly at it. I then noticed Tia had no panties on under her revealing lingerie, and I noticed how wet she was getting as she got up to start grinding along my shaft.

"If we keep doing this, you know, this way, you're going to get pregnant. That can't happen." "You're right, It can't." Now it was my time to give her a dubious look. I ran through all the possibilities of what she might mean and came up empty. As far as I knew, going bareback with my sister was as unsafe as any other woman. "It won't happen," Betsy said, so firmly I almost believed her. "Brothers and sisters can't have babies. So we won't." "We very much can if we're not careful," I said.