Sister Impregnation Stories Novels & Stories

“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

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

She hadn’t planned to tell him yet, but the stress from the night before was still sitting heavily in her chest. “My sister showed up yesterday,” she finally said. “Oh really? That’s nice.” Anita sighed. “Not exactly.” She explained everything. Grace being pregnant. Her boyfriend disappearing. Her parents throwing her out. By the time Anita finished speaking, the line had gone quiet. Jackson didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Anita quickly added, “Don’t worry. I’m not bringing her to stay with us.” Jackson cleared his throat. “That’s good.” Anita felt a slight sting in her chest but ignored it.

I did not mean for my words to come out with so much intensity and anger, but it did. Because what the fuck does she mean the sister she never had? This is someone who had an Identical twin. "And Alina?" I asked, even though I shouldn't have. "She is not my sister." Aria bit. "You were born together, you shared a womb, a childhood, a..." "... And a husband too? Or have you forgotten? We shared you, too. She went on that honey moon and fucked you without conscience. She didn't care for our bond." Guilt. I felt a strong feeling of guilt.

I suppressed my hatred and shook my head. Briar turned to look at Damien, her smiling face bright with blatant mockery. "Your Highness, you probably don't know this, but my sister has a terrible personality. More importantly, the oracles in our clan once said she was cursed to only bear daughters. "Unlike me. I only give birth to sons." Damien glanced at me with disgust and pulled Briar closer. Then, as if remembering something, his gaze lingered on me for a long moment before he spoke.

You're not in any position to rain insultive words on me because if you find yourself drugged and framed by your supposed sister, can you bear to believe in family and relationship especially if no one is interested in believing you or ready to listen to your version of the story? Have you seen a pregnant woman who is home imprisoned for seven months simply because she was pregnant and would ruin her family's reputation if anyone sees her pregnant out of wedlock,do you? But that was my story. But I remained sane. I didn't let the inhumane treatment affect my mental health. I believe once the baby is born, things will fall into place. And then, my supposed fiance was frolicking around with my

She already knew how my story would end. "I won't tell you the details because we don't have that much time for it, but everything bad that happened to me later was thanks to my beloved sister and a wonderful mate. It turned out that he not only worshiped me at night, but during the day, he showed the same love to Sandra, and like me, she also became pregnant." I grabbed my empty, flat stomach and sniffed—my little girl.

Lydia scrunched up her nose. “That night our brother was conceived and when he also did not show signs of being a true born Nishruu, papa went on a child-making spree turning our mother into an incubator, if she wasn’t so love-struck she would have seen what he was doing to her instead of popping all these babies out.” She looked at Gabriel pointedly. “Then along came you little sister, many miscarriages, near death in labor experiences, and failed attempts at true borns,” Moira said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

At night, after work, I saw her dancing with her sword practicing… my wife would kill for her sister and I could too. 15th June 2004 My wife. My beautiful wife gracefully sliced the handmaid's throat and she worked with the Princess’s husband to impregnate the Princess with her mate’s semen. One way to keep the Princess fooled is by making her think that herhusband is her true mate.

I was shocked, the same man who claimed he loved me was using my predicament against me. "But why her? Why my sister?" I yelled, frustration eating me out. "I've always loved your sister, and also you are not a biological daughter to Mr Denzel, so you also won't have any inheritance when the will is read. Our companies can't be partners." I took some steps backward, not wanting to believe anything. "Is this some sick joke? How am I not a biological daughter?" I turned to Ary, trying to find the truth from her. "You see, with you, it's a waste. No womb, no inheritance." He spat.