Romans & histoires Sister In Law Erotica

"I have to live with this. I'm the sister who slept with her brother-in-law. Who is alive and pregnant with her dead sister's baby. If people find out the whole truth—" "There's nothing sordid about what happened to you," I cut her off. "You were manipulated. Used." "I still agreed to it." "Under false pretenses and emotional blackmail." She pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself. "I can't do this right now. I can't have this fight when I'm naked in your bed after you just—" She stopped, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "After I just made love to you?" I finished softly. "We had sex," she corrected. "Let's not romanticize what this was."

“It’s just that he doesn’t trust me, so he’s coming himself.” Alpha Bastian told me they weren’t in a relationship, but the way my sister reacted made me wonder if she had feelings for him. Or was I just imagining things? I wanted to believe I was overthinking, but for a moment, I saw myself in her. The way it felt when Ezekiel put others before me, or when Alpha Bastian hurt my feelings without even realizing. What if my sister really loved her mate and was just hiding it because she didn’t want to burden him? The thought made my chest ache.

“I really have.” “But?” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. About that night. The way you tasted. The sounds you made.” Heat flooded me, fast and fierce. “Stop it.” “Do you want me to?” “Yes. No. I don’t know.” God help me, I didn’t know. I turned away, setting the glass in the sink, my hands trembling. “Laura’s my sister,” I said to the window. “She loves you.”

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

she whispered. - I think it's something else. See, attraction is about… umm… well, about wanting intimacy, not weirdness with the dark,” I forced out in a whisper. It was embarrassing for me and Venira to talk about intimacy, and even more so with Lane, whom I considered my little sister. “Ahh,” Lane drawled meaningfully, digesting the new knowledge. “Anyway, I don’t like it, better stay away from him.” “Are you going to stay away from Reiner?” she suddenly asked. I even lost my mind.

Em manages after a while. "So nice. So, so nice," I whimper, writhing slightly while I enjoy the sensation of her thigh still pressed between mine. "Wrong, but so nice." "Wrong how?" "You're my sister, Em." "So?" "So," I answer, "society says that what we just did is wrong. Immoral. Like what you're doing to me now." "Do I look immoral?" she asks, smiling, as she gently presses her thigh harder against me. "Very," I groan.

Every breath burned. The night was closing in and the ceremony ended. This couldn't be happening. My mate is my twin sister's husband and there was nothing I could do about it. I found Sailyn alone in a quiet corner of the hall, she was checking something or so… I didn't care. I lunged towards her. “You really think this makes you better than me?” I demanded, voice low, trembling with rage. “Stealing him from me?” Her smirk widened, that infuriating curl of superiority. “Stealing? Solyn… he was never yours. You never had him.”

While kissing my neck, his hand ran down inside my panties, and he rubbed on top at the same time using a finger to go between my folds and find my pussy hole. It's then that I realized he might think I was my sister. I mean, with the PJs, it's obvious he thought I was her, and clearly he was saying my sister's name on my neck, which weirdly gave me chills. Okay, hear me out. He's my sister's finance. If he fucked me under the impression that I was his fiancé, would that be a crime? I mean, I was already so wet, and honestly, I was doing my sister a favor, so instead of jumping out of the bed, I actually held his hand in place and pushed his finger deep as I wanted more.

He carried me to the bed, pushed my legs wide apart, and buried his face deep into my wet pussy. I let out a loud moan as his hot tongue attacked my folds with strong, hungry strokes. He licked me hard and fast, sucking my clit into his mouth while his fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open for him. His pace quickened, tongue flicking and pressing without mercy until my body shook. “Delicious. You taste so good. Does your sister taste as good as this.” “You’re shameless. I can’t believe you’re the almighty Lucifer." I said with cum dripping