Novel & Cerita Sister In Law Erotic Stories

The meeting with my future wife had gone well. I once took a girl's virginity while drunk; it was her twin sister. But that didn't count, although, for some reason, I felt wrong. But her sister was already too charming, turning my world upside down. I couldn't do anything but punish her by taking her virginity the night we first met again after eight years apart.

Her face was bright, her eyes sparkled, and she looked so happy. Too happy. My gaze shifted to the man. Aaric Bernardi. Standing beside her, chatting with Mellan, who was laughing crisply at his side. His large, sturdy, and I remember, painful, hands curled lightly around my sister’s waist. Mellan leaned against him with a confidence that almost made me angry. How could someone who knew every darkest corner of my life appear so perfect to others? How could a horrible man like him get his hands on my sister, who was so kind-hearted? What's more, when he knows I'm his ex-girlfriend and the woman he's been playing with last morning is his fiancée's sister...

Clause's POV I didn’t cry at my sister’s funeral. I was too focused on the man she left behind. Everyone thought I was numb with grief. I didn’t correct them. I let them believe the silence, the blank stares, and the occasional slow blink were symptoms of loss. I even nodded when someone squeezed my shoulder, whispered, “She was so full of life,” or “She loved you both so much.” But the truth was ugly. Buried. Shameful. Because deep inside, I wasn’t grieving her, I was obsessing over him. Gary. Her husband. The man I had secretly wanted since the moment I realized I could want.

she breathed. I sat my sated ass on the couch and pulled my girl on top of my lap, just cradling her. What we’d done was taboo. I knew that being with my sister was crossing the hardest line imaginable. We’d entered forbidden territory. But this wasn’t just a one-time thing for me. I wanted Saffa with me. “My perfect girl,” I murmured into her hair. Her body was slick from the jelly, something that turned me on in a depraved way.

A small, humorless smirk touched his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” My chest tightened. “It has to be,” I replied quickly. “There’s no other way.” “There’s always another way.” His tone was calm. Too calm. Like he had already thought about it. Like he had already decided. I shook my head. “No. Not this time.” I took a step back, putting more space between us. Between me and the problem. Between me and him. “You’re engaged to my sister, you would be married to her in less than a month” I continued, my voice steadier now, even though my heart was anything but steady. “Whatever happened that night shouldn’t have happened. It can’t happen again.”

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

She sputtered. Everyone laughed. “Well now, that’s true. You’ve got an older brother now,” Martin chuckled. “Remember honey, how you wanted an older brother when you were younger because you loved that TV show so much? Oh what was it called….? He was such a good brother too. Always watching out for his younger sister, and making sure her dates didn’t take advantage. What was that called?” Gloria turned to Martin and the two of them started to rattle through television shows trying to come up with names.

After my initial conquest of Jen (documented in "Jen and Me: Sis-in-Law Rewards") things were a little awkward between us. That first weekend had been fantastic, and the sex was raw and uninhibited, but where did it go from there? We had said all along we were just doing this as friends, but there's something about screwing your sister-in-law five times in a period of less than 24 hours that changes the relationship a bit.

I whispered, shock freezing me mid-thrust. Her eyes flew open, meeting mine in the dim light. Emma , my wife Sarah’s identical twin sister. The childless one who lived two hours away and visited maybe twice a year. The one who had crashed here for the weekend because her flight got delayed. “Oh my God…” she breathed, but her pussy clenched around me involuntarily, betraying how close she still was.