Sister's Tits Novels & Stories

His cock was jutting forward hard and thick, and his sister licked her lips as she studied the large organ in front of her. "I can't believe how perfect you are," Chad said as he took his sister's large tits into each of his hands. He gently squeezed and kneaded her weighty orbs, marveling at how they could feel so silky yet so firm. Becky sighed and stroked her brother's cock while he savored the feel of her gorgeous tits. "I wish I was perfect," she said. "I just wanna be perfect for you." "Baby, you're the sweetest, most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

She commented on how sexy this woman looked or how much fun that woman would be in bed. I fingered her, hoping to get her even hornier. Then I did it. I opened Kira's post. At first, Linda didn't recognize her sister. She just stroked my cock and said, "Mmm, she's got great tits. I'll bet you..." Then the realization hit her. "Oh...my...God." I tried to play it off as though I wasn't sure what was wrong. "Those are some great tits." I kept fingering her and acting as though it were any other post.

My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory. “Hello, sister, it’s been quite a while. You no longer return my calls.” Lily whined, and I just smiled, tight-lipped at her. If you know Lily, you know the best thing to do is to just ignore her. My parents’ golden child, and she knew exactly how to get under your skin. Nothing I ever did was enough; I was always compared to Lily. She reveled in every bit of attention, and it always made me feel inferior. She destroyed my self-esteem before I even knew what it was called.

He was slouched in a chair, his expression darkening as he watched us. My face flushed, and I yanked my wrist free from Chris's grip. "Don't put on this act in front of me. Aren't you scared your girlfriend might see? You think it's okay to get handsy with your 'sister,' huh?" I shot back. Chris finally let go at that. Not long after, another car pulled up. Yvonne walked over in a hurry, not saying a word to anyone as she got into the car. Chris watched from a distance, his expression stormy.

She asked as her fingers plunged back into Violet’s pink pussy, and the sounds that were coming out of Violet’s mouth were just sensual gibberish. She was doing everything she could to keep her voice low as my sister fucked her pussy until her cunt was squirting uncontrollably. My sister’s fingers were a blur as they frantically pumped in and out and Violet raised her hips, desperately pushing her pussy harder into my sister’s hand. Violet reached up and pushed up the bra, springing her large tits into view, and my sister reached up with her spare hand and started rubbing and squeezing Violet’s titties, running her thumb in small circles around her nipples.

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.

"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.

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”

“I’m just… tired.” That part, at least, was true. Tired of pretending. Tired of standing here like nothing had happened. Tired of feeling like I was about to fall apart at any second. “Stay a little longer,” she insisted gently. Before I could respond….. “You can leave if you want.” His voice again. Calm, controlled. But there was something else beneath it. Something that made my skin prickle. My sister glanced at him, surprised. He didn’t look at her once.

I said to my sister. She glanced at the riding crop if Dad's hand. She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing those little A-cup titties. Maybe after two children, Amanda would have breasts as big as mom. Or bigger. Just big, lush tits that would bounce as I fuck her. And she had to have at least two children. The family tradition had to continue.