Sister Incest Sex Novels & Stories

"Get the hell out of our lives!" Charlie fell at the feet of another woman I couldn't see the face. Chad ran to that unidentified woman's side, kissing her and calling her his love. I closed my eyes to prevent me from the scene in front of me. Charlie... Just what kind of house did you marry into? Have you been suffering all these while big sis? Suddenly the woman held my sister by the neck and started to choke her. My sister struggled and spoke against the choking "Help - Me - Marlie!"

"As a sister? Do I see you as one? No! To me, you're the woman I'm in love with... The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with... The woman I..." "Do you still remember that..." "You're my sister? Yes, I know that. Since I don't see you as one, but as a lover, then there's nothing wrong with us being together," He cuts me off and tries to touch me, but I send a hot slap across his cheek, and he holds his cheek that now has prints of my fingers on it. "Does that make you feel better, huh?" He huffs and bites his bottom lip as he stares at me intently as if he can see through my soul.

It had been many years into the marriage when I finally learned about the truth. It turned out that my mother, Erica Jones, had drugged me on my wedding day and let my sister take my place at the ceremony simply because my sister also liked my fiancé. My breathing grew rapid. Back then, Mom told me that I had suddenly fainted during the wedding. So that my fiancé wasn't suddenly left at the altar, she had no choice but to let my twin sister, Diana Halliwell, marry him in my stead!

To be honest, the people I called my parents weren't my biological parents. Instead, they were my uncle, Charles Brown, and his wife, Nancy Baker. My sister wasn't my biological sister, either. She was my cousin, Amy Brown. I was an orphan. An accident had killed my parents when I was 14. Other people would probably assume that such things only happened in the news or some TV drama. However, this accident had actually happened in my life, and it had even taken place on my birthday.

A filthy, foul-smelling rag was shoved into my mouth. I looked at Lara in confusion, struggling to understand what was happening. Before I could react, another slap came, so hard I felt as though my facial features might shift from the impact. Behind her, one of her friends sneered at me. "You? You think you're Mr. Reey's sister? As if! Mr. Reey's real sister is married to the CEO of a publicly listed company. Just look at yourself!"

“My own little brother… letting me choke on your dick like this.” She stood up, turned around, and backed onto him, guiding his cock into her ass again. She sank down slowly, taking every inch with a long, broken moan. “Watch,” she told me, voice shaking. “Watch me fuck my little brother’s cock with my ass.” Sarah rode him hard, bouncing back onto him while I watched from the floor. The sight was filthy. She reached down and rubbed her clit furiously, moaning louder and louder. “Tell me you love fucking your sister’s ass,” she demanded.

He would never do something so lacking in boundaries. Rose had pulled the exact same stunt before. Back then, when she had fallen softly into Leon’s arms, I screamed and questioned them. I couldn’t understand it. Why did she have to fall into Leon’s arms over a simple stumble when there were so many werewolves around? Just like now. At that time, Leon had helped her up with obvious concern, carefully adjusting her skirt. He even reminded her gently to avoid wearing such long dresses next time. Leon had nothing but disgust in his eyes when he said, “She’s your sister! Of course I should help her! Rose is so innocent. How could she possibly seduce me?!”

It turned out everything was because of my wonderful elder sister. Eleanor was three years older than me and worked in genetics research. She claimed that, through big data studies, she had ample evidence proving I was a born troublemaker. She told our mother that I had dissected frogs alive as a child. Not only that, but she also alleged that any dead mice or cats found around our home were my doing. She even presented numerous case studies she had found that stated that people like me were born without empathy but with high IQs. This explained my cold personality and good grades.

Cindy went completely still in my lap, tilted her head to give me better access to her neck, and moaned softly as my fingers played with her pussy and clit. I smiled as I continued to bite and lick her neck, but I finally took the opportunity to look around the room. Rebecca was on her hands and knees on the floor with her face buried in Alicia's pussy. Alicia had one hand on the back of Rebecca's head and had her head thrown back as she moaned in pleasure. Nicole and Nancy hadn't moved and still had their faces buried in each other's pussies. Both sisters were moaning as they feasted on pussy and seemed to be very energetic in their newfound lesbian incest. I pointed all of this out to Cind