Sisters Tits Stories Novels & Stories

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 covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

“I have pretty tits, don't I?“ she asks and I whimper a pathetic response, dick twitching as I draw even closer and closer to my orgasm.. I'm really going to climax from my sister in-law's mouth. “Don't cum yet Jake, I need to give you everything” she whispers, kneeling properly and bringing her breasts to push my cock between them. My mouth falls open. I've only ever seen tit fucking on phone, never in real life, Payton moans as she presses her tits together and I gasp at the feeling. Her breasts are breathtakingly beautiful, fleshy and soft, the best place to get a tit fucking from.

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

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.

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!

"I have to live with this. I'm the sister who slept with her brother-in-law. Who is alive and pregnant with her dead sister's baby. If people find out the whole truth—" "There's nothing sordid about what happened to you," I cut her off. "You were manipulated. Used." "I still agreed to it." "Under false pretenses and emotional blackmail." She pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself. "I can't do this right now. I can't have this fight when I'm naked in your bed after you just—" She stopped, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "After I just made love to you?" I finished softly. "We had sex," she corrected. "Let's not romanticize what this was."

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

“Screw my tits. Force-feed your cock to my meaty tits. I pounded Brooke’s tits like a madman. My hips slapped the bottom of her tits and made a huge racket. “Oh God, Jonny, fuck them fast and hard. Pound me between my tits. Fuck them. Screw my huge tits. Pound my double-Ds with your hard boner.” As I pounded her sweat and spit soaked tits, she erupted in a massive orgasm, causing her body to shake with pleasure. “That’s it, Baby. You little tit-fucking slut, you’re cumming by getting a nice hard cock between your big tits. That’s it; take my hard cock between your fleshy tits. I bet all the guys want to fuck your tits, don’t they.”