Sister Tickle Novels & Stories

I just smiled. "I'm fine sister, I just fell asleep because of too much tiredness caused by your husband. Last night, he really moved very extreme that made me so tired and difficult to get up from bed, you know," I said smirking. And I noticed the sudden change in my sister’s reaction from being worried about me to doubtfulness of what his husband and I did last night, so I faked a laugh and poked her.

I let myself grieve the family I had thought I had. My sister. Not the woman she had turned out to be, that grief was different and older and I would deal with it on its own terms in its own time. The sister I had grown up believing she was. Eleven years of shared bedrooms and borrowed clothes and the twin language we had developed, those slight, specific signals that only the other one understood, the way you could be across a crowded room and catch her eye and have an entire conversation in the tilt of a chin. That sister. The one who had sat beside me at every pack event and who had known my face better than I knew it myself because you spent your whole childhood studying the face that wa

She also pretended to stand defensively in front of me, crying out, "Don't treat my sister like that!" What excellent timing. I shoved Amy aside before slapping her hard across the face. I'd really put my back into it, which made her cheek swell up at once. The shouting crowd immediately fell silent. "Done pretending yet, Amy?"

Clara’s hands began to shake. Another message appeared beneath it. I can still feel your hands on me. The phone nearly slipped from Clara’s fingers. Her breathing became uneven. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was proof. Clara leaned against the counter as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her own sister. Her own sister had written those words. Tears blurred Clara’s vision, but she forced herself to keep reading. Another message appeared. Tomorrow night. Same place. Clara stared at the words for a long time.

He washed his hands, sanitized, and took the spoon right out of my hand, shoving me aside with his hip. "I'm trying to win you over. I can't just talk a big game and do nothing. That's not how this works." My employee had already retreated to the back room. I sighed. "Look. I'm really not interested in dating anyone right now. You should probably stop trying." He didn't answer. The wind chimes rang again. I turned toward the door. At first, I didn't see anyone. Then my gaze dropped lower. I saw a cute little girl with pale skin and chubby cheeks. The moment she saw me, her eyes crinkled into happy little crescents.

"You are insane! That's my sister on the line." "Yes. And she understands that I need my mate." I giggled as he rolled over until I was trapped beneath him. "I hate you." He leaned in and bit my neck even harder. "You love me." My yelp over his laugh lasted for just a second before I burst into laughter as he began to tickle my sides. Usually, I was immune to tickles, but when Fredrick does it, I couldn't help but melt. Just the way I melt for everything he does.

Mom said. "Yep, you wanted it," my sister said before she buried her face into my shaved cunt. I groaned as she licked at my pussy. It was so good to have her do that. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. She lapped at me as the men stroked their cocks. They fisted their cocks as they stared down at me. They wanted to jizz on me. I squirmed in delight, rubbing at my pregnant belly. I smiled up at them, wanting them to jizz on me. My sister licked at my cunt. She stroked through my folds, driving me wild. It was just incredible to have her tongue doing that.

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

The young woman stuck out her tongue, her bright, youthful, and attractive eyes staring at her. Annabelle raised an eyebrow. What was with all the exaggerated eye expressions and tongue-sticking? And who exactly was this girl to suddenly call her “Sister”? “I don’t remember,” Annabelle answered coldly. She instinctively felt wary when strangers acted overly familiar, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that there might be something off about this display of sudden closeness. Was it genuine, or did this girl have ulterior motives? The girl smiled and said, “It’s fine if you don’t remember me, Sister. It’s been years since we’ve seen each other. But I remember you, I’m Lila. You used to push me

Her two hands appeared near Amanda's waist to tickle her instead. "Stupid girl! You think I don't have an idea of what you're scheming!" "Ai!!!" Amanda moved her body away from her sister to escape from the tickling hands. "You want to tickle me?" Amanda protested but sadly, she was no match against her sister. She ended up laughing and wiggling on her seat, further lowering the opinion of some elderlies nearby. "Sis, l-let me off already!" Amanda pleaded with tears on her eyes as she laughed.