Sister In Law Erotica Novels & Stories

One reckless, selfish night that tore everything apart. It started innocently, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. My fiancée’s sister, Clara, was nothing like her. Where my fiancée was calm, steady, and practical, Clara was wild, impulsive, and unpredictable. She had a way of walking into a room and demanding attention without even trying. And though I would never admit it out loud, a small part of me always noticed her — the way she laughed too loudly, the way her eyes lingered when they should have turned away. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep those fleeting sparks buried where they belonged. But temptation has a way of waiting for the rig

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

He seethed, "Blake, do you know how much I hate you? Ever since you appeared, the sister who used to revolve entirely around me gave half of her love to you. Even the wife I carefully chose fell for you and wanted to have your child. "I had to pretend to be generous and let her get what she wanted! Do you think you're the only one who suffered? Every time she slept with you, I felt like there was a knife stabbing into my heart!" He spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm toward me. "How dare you act like the victim after reaping all the benefits?" My eyes turned cold as I said, "So, the two of you destroyed someone else's life just to satisfy your own selfish desires? You're both disgusting. You de

My body still hasn't fully recovered. I told myself it was all worth it. And now, I find out that just as I got pregnant, my husband was already crawling into bed with his own brother's widow. Disgusting. 'System... can I take my daughter with me?' [No. That would violate the laws of this world.] I was silent for a long time. Finally, I replied, 'Then take me out.' The system flickered. [Protocol initiated. Countdown: 24 hours.] Harvey was watching me. He softened his voice.

She and her disgusting lawyers. What a fool she’d been. For several years she’d watched Louella interact with her team of lawyers and heard the rumors that she was paying them with more than money. Because she knew her sister to be promiscuous to the point of earning the label of nymphomaniac in her eyes, she not only believed the rumors, but she confronted Louella about them. It earned her a slap so hard across the face that she carried the remnants of it for several days, along with a warning to mind her own business.

Sabrina told most of the story, omitting the OnlyFans connection but not that she had encouraged your other co-worker to also pursue a relationship with me. "God damn, here I thought I was getting a Hallmark Movie and instead I got Skinimax," the driver laughed. "So, what? Are the three of you in a poly relationship, or is this a two-on-one sister wives kind of thing?" "Oh, definitely sister-wives," Sabrina laughed, rubbing your leg. "I love her, but I'm not in love with her, if you know what I mean." "I don't, but I think I get it," the woman said. "What about you, handsome?"

“It didn't matter what I did. You were supposed to be my big sister and love me no matter what!” “You had sex with my husband and then got pregnant and then harassed me for months. Mother Theresa would have stunned you.” “I'm your sister. You're supposed to have my back.” “You're my sister and you should not have fucked my husband! Then lied about it. Then constantly and consistently torment me.” “You were supposed to say you forgive me and I would've stopped.” “You went too far.” “I'm your sister!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Laila stared at her, shaking her head slowly in amazement. “You do realize the biology of being a sister is a reciprocal relationship. If I'm your sister, th

"Them?" He finished for me. "I told you not to worry about them. Now, I'm going to tell you something you haven't realized yet, Sister." His finger went below my chin and tipped it so that I was staring into his cold eyes. "A Sister should not read erotica. A Sister should not have a man in her room in the middle of the night." "I didn't invite you!" "You're right. But you haven't screamed yet, have you?" He looked away thoughtfully, then lifted a brow. "Or did I miss it?"

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.

Fuck, I love my job! Loosening my tie, I walked slowly to the bed as I watched the girls move their hands all over their bodies. The one on the right never broke eye contact with me as she placed her hand on her sister's face and began to french kiss her. Her sister, whose back was turned to me, moved her body so she was on her knees with her legs open and began to rub her sister’s tit. The one kept her eyes on me as she reached between her sister’s legs and began to finger her clit.