Sister Incest Sex Novels & Stories

She scoots back to give my sister room to mount my cock but I pull her back towards me for another kiss. "You can watch from right here," I tell her, cupping her ass with my hand. Lauren rubs my cockhead against her wet slit a couple of times before slowly lowering herself onto my fully erect shaft. Kristina appears mesmerized as she watches my cock disappear between my sister's extended pussy lips. "Wow," Kristina whispers. "You're actually fucking your sister." She turns towards me in amazement. "Yeah," I answer just before she pushes her tongue in my mouth with a lustful urgency. Fuck. Could our incestuous coupling be turning her on? Sliding my fingers between her legs, I'm greeted by a h

Nkechi cried out as her brother stretched her, curling hard against her G-spot while she watched her sister-in-law get fucked. Chinedu switched with ritual precision — pulling out of Adaora’s gaping, creamy hole with a wet pop and driving straight into Nkechi’s incestuous pussy. His sister screamed as her own brother’s thick cock forced its way inside her, stretching her velvety walls mercilessly. He fucked her with long, deep strokes, one hand stroking Adaora’s clit while the other choked his sister lightly, reminding her of the blood they shared.

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

Backing off his cock, allowing a loud 'pop' sound to occur she asked, "Does big brother like?" "Very much so," he nodded, loving she was doing this of her own accord, before adding, "Do you?" "It's so big," she repeated, taking it back in her mouth. He again smiled, knowing that she was making this decision of her own free will. After another minute, he asked, "Does my slut sister want to get fucked?" Her eyes went big as she took her brother's cock out of her mouth. "That would be incest," she pointed out, her hand still on his cock.

Our life together, finally clicking into place. Then I heard his voice, low and urgent. "Ava, don't. The door." My hand froze on the knob. Ava? My sister? I pushed the door open anyway. The champagne slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. It did not shatter, it just rolled slowly across the marble, coming to rest right against the bedroom doorframe like some cruel punctuation mark. There they were, Ryan and Ava, on the bed with her legs wrapped around him, his hands on her waist, and clothes half off. My sister. Twenty-four years old, the family favorite, always shining where I tried so hard not to take up too much space.

I'd spent all day going through it myself. The 'E' folder was p**n. Lots and lots and lots of p**n, enough to dwarf even my own comprehensive collection. Unlike mine, though - which had a variety of different fetishes and themes to fit my many different horny teenaged moods - my sister's smut was centered around one specific thing: incest. Brother/sister incest.

"Don't worry, Cindy. I won't get pregnant. Jeffrey and I use my other entrance whenever we sleep together," my sister, Celine Lowen, said as she swayed her body from side to side. A chill ran down my spine as I looked at her face. The feeling of boiling water surging into my nostrils and throat in my past life crashed over me. It took a long time, but I managed to calm myself down. "Wow. That's quite amazing," I said.

After marrying into the Preston family, I had worked tirelessly for them, only to end up killed by my own husband. Just as I thought my body was about to be riddled with knives, Scott suddenly appeared directly above us. The blade hovered over Nicky's head. I had no strength left to act and could think of no better plan. All I could do was turn the camera around to face Nicky and shout frantically, "Scott, I'm begging you—please just believe me this one time! This really is Nicky! I'm not lying to you! She really is your sister!" On the video call, Scott rolled his eyes impatiently.