Sleeping Sister Porn Stories Novels & Stories

​With every deep, punishing thrust he delivered, my breasts bounced heavily in full view of the recording, the nipples pointed in the blue light. ​"You're so sexy right now, Lisa. So lewd, so mine. What are you going to do if your sister sees this?" Adrian hissed, his fingers digging into my hip as he kept pounding his cock into me. "What do you think Elena will do when she watches this video of her little sister greedily taking her husband's cock? She'll freak out, won't she?"

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

I asked, though the words quickly turned into a moan when his hands moved under my linen tunic, his calloused thumbs grazing my nipple. “I had something to do,” he murmured against my neck, his other hand sliding down. We’d been sleeping together since last year. Even if we weren’t destined mates, I figured it didn’t hurt to fool around until the Moon Goddess inevitably decided to trap me with one soul forever. “Already soaked for me, baby?” he whispered directly into my ear, sending a violent wave of shivers down my spine. At least I got to have him as my designated dick before some magical bond ruined a perfectly good arrangement.

I couldn’t sleep. Not after watching my baby sister masterbate and me handjobing myself to it Every time I closed my eyes, the image came back; Cynthia on her bed, legs spread wide, two fingers buried deep in her tight, shaved pussy, moaning quietly as she came. My own sister. My blood sister. The girl I used to carry on my back when she was little. And now I’d jerked off watching her finger-fuck herself like a desperate pervert.

I pressed open-mouthed kisses to the swell of her breasts, inhaling her scent of peaches and arousal. My hands slid over her hips, my thumbs stroking the soft skin there, revering every inch as if it were sacred. She arched slightly, whispering my name, and I moved lower, my lips grazing her stomach while she unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. She pulled me up, her mouth found one nipple, sucking gently, rolling it between her lips until I whimpered, my fingers threading through her hair. Between breaths, as her hand cupped my other breast, kneading softly, she murmured against my skin, "Your sisters... do they know? About you, I mean... about who you like?", she asked.

"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.

She didn't sleep. Which, truthfully, was the least surprising thing that had occurred to her over the past three weeks, and that was saying a lot, given the past three weeks had been a parade of a contractual marriage, a vitriolic mother-in-law, and nearly kissing her coma-induced sister’s fiancé in a library at midnight. Nearly. She stared at the ceiling in the dark and had a very direct, very stern, conversation with herself. It was nothing.

"Choke on it, you crying slut! Cum on your brother's dick. squirt like the pathetic mess you are!" "HARDER! FUCK, YES…!" she wails, slamming back against me, her tits pressed flush against the mattress. Every savage thrust hammers her cervix, and I feel her teetering on the edge. "Don’t stop… I’m cumming! WAAAAH… pound my sloppy hole till I explode! Fill me… shoot that baby batter deep! Caleb, please, breed your slutty sister's cunt!!"

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”