Sisters Sex Story Novels & Stories

Zach threw a pillow at Max, who caught it swiftly. Damn. It would actually be safer if they were a gay couple. But I forgot that my brother has a girlfriend, and she’s a woman. “Well, I’m trying to do that, Zach,” Max replied, staring straight at me. “If I don’t watch my mouth, something else might happen between your sister and me.” I’m just a high school student, and I don’t have much experience with men besides Jack and a few teenage boys who’ve approached me, but from the way Max looks and talks, I can already tell what’s on his mind.

I opened my mouth as he fed me soup, and then I noticed his vague smile. "Is the soup that good?" he asked. It was only then that I realized I'd devoured the whole bowl, and I smiled in embarrassment. "I was really hungry." Yoran stayed silent, while I spaced out, somewhat noticing the strange vibe in the room. The candles and sheets weren't changed… So what changed? And why did it feel a little flirty? Yoran then lowered her gaze to avoid my gaze. "Your sister was conspiring with Uncle Ben, but I've captured her. Would you like to see her?"

Step-Sister’s Secret: Stretched for Her Brother’s Cock The Step-Father’s Lesson: Filling Her Pussy to Pay the Rent Brother’s Bestfriend, Sister’s Dirty Pussy: A Triple Threat Step-Mother’s Morning Routine: Deep-Throating Her Son’s Hard Cock No One Will Know: Fucking My Stepsister on My Parents' Bed Step-Brother’s Initiation: The Pussy That Never Said No The Step-Father’s Demand: Stretching Her Ass Until She Cries Breaking the Taboo: My Step-Sister’s Tight, Wet Pussy Sharing the Bed: A Threesome with My Step-Parents The Maid of the House: Using Her Ass to Pay Off the Debt Debt Repayment: One Night, Five Cocks, Endless Orgasm The Interest Rate: Getting Stuffed Until Her Pussy Throbs Pay or Pla

Issa dipped the corner of hers into the salsa with care, then glanced at her brother out of the corner of her eye. Issa rolled her eyes and flipped her hair again. The little clips trembled. Arianna grabbed a grape from the fruit bowl and popped it into her mouth. “By the way, who’s dumber: a man who cheats with a twenty-two-year-old Pilates instructor, or a woman who gets fresh filler and then goes to an outdoor brunch three days later?” Without turning around, Sienna said, “The filler. The sun is police.” “I’m picking the Pilates instructor,” I said. “Twenty-two-year-old women usually show up with matcha, abs, and social danger.”

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

We couldn't all fit comfortably, so Yvette and I were practically pressed together. This silly young woman had never been serious in her studies. As people were generally simpler in the countryside, it seemed no one had taught her about the boundaries between men and women. She seemed to understand nothing about such matters, as her hand was resting near the base of my thigh. If she had moved just a little upward, she would have touched my most sensitive part. I shifted backward slightly, deliberately avoiding her hand. With her warm hand resting there, I could easily lose control. Unexpectedly, when I moved back an inch, Yvette's hand moved an inch closer toward me! I was alarmed and though

It was easier that way than facing the possibility that I may have just lost my best friend. When the devil is adamant that you have a bad day, I don’t think anybody can stop it. The loud clicks at the door, and the extra loud laughter with my coworkers from the hallway, was all I needed to know that my bad day was just about to get worse. My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory.

“That’s my face, Manuel. Masturbating is normal, yes. I’ve done it multiple times. In fact, I was masturbating—finger fucking my cunt—before I went here. But to lust on your step sister while being married is not normal. So make me understand these things, Manuel.” I walked again until I was facing him closely. I held his wet chest, caressing it with my fingers. But he gripped my hand firmly. “What are you doing?” I bit my lower lip and smirked. “Fuck me, Manuel. Fuck you step sister’s cunt with your hard cock. Fill my needy pussy with your hot semen. Make me satisfied… or else…” He clenched his jaw, and gripped mine. “Or else what?” “Your wife would know about this.”

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

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.