Spying On My Sister Novels & Stories

"She's Aaron's sister. Yes, Aaron, the man who killed your father. That Aaron." He's standing in front of her, and he has no idea how he got there. She looks up with an arched brow. Aaron's sister? She's crossed all the lines. He's had enough of her. She lost her mind completely. "You're in need of antipsychotics. You're fucking crazy. Aaron's sister? You expect me to believe that? I don't know why I'm wasting my time with you." "It's true!" she exclaims, standing and moving so she's standing right in front of him. "Why would I make this up? I'm trying to open your eyes to the truth. She's a fucking spy, and she's Aaron's sister."

"The doctor suddenly came to my house this morning. I don't know why he was surprised when he saw me. I asked him what he was doing this time, but he ignored my question and sized me up. When I saw him like that, I felt fury in my heart, I was already irritated by the disappearance of my sister and my parents, and this man now came into my house as if nothing had happened. When I was about to throw him out, he asked me if I wanted to know where my sister had gone. When I said yes, a weird smile appeared on his face. He said he would bring my sister to me tomorrow, even though I knew that this man had no good intentions. Still, I had to believe it, and when he left, I started to prepare for t

I hit the wall annoyed with myself, annoyed for the simple reason that I had not noticed my sister's behavior before. Soon I was coming down the stairs. I couldn't believe what people were capable of doing for money. I had lived with my sister for so many years, and I never knew the person she really was. “Put ice on it, María, and Margarita, take care of placing cameras throughout the house. He orders cameras to be placed in all corners, even in the bathrooms, if necessary, also hires security that does not let anyone enter without identifying us, we do not know if Marina wants to return.”

That moan at that sight was a sexual awakening for me. I was there, a dozen still peeping through the door , I felt my manhood getting hard and pulled down my pants. I wrapped my palm around my dick , stroking it back and forth. Her moans were getting louder and louder and my hands were getting faster and faster. I felt a white liquid dripping down from my manhood and I ran into the bathroom and finally came. I have no idea if my sister noticed me or not but I guess she didn't. Ever since then I bought a small spy camera from my pocket money and installed it inside my sister's room. Since then I regularly started masterbating to her videos.

, Leo says and I stand up offering him a smirk. “Finally, took them long enough”, I let out walking to the bathroom and turning the shower on. I walk back into the bedroom to find Leo with his back turned to me looking at his iPad again. “What are you looking at that has caught your interest?”, I ask grabbing the iPad. He tries to recover it but I successfully see a stream of a surveillance camera in some random building. “Who are you spying on?”, I ask looking down and seeing my sister walking out of someone’s house. She kisses the guy on the lips and I can see Leo’s face go bright red.

It was one of those cliché movies where you already know the ending and how it ended, but if it meant spending more time with my sistermy sister, then count me in. The doorbell rang and my sister turned to look at me. “Are you expecting someone” she said, noticing the confusion on my face she asked and I shook my head I took it upon myself to answer the door “I’ll get it” I froze at the door when I looked through the peephole. This was the second surprise at the door today and this one wasn't good. I looked back at my sister. Her eyes were still fixed on the small television in our living room. I didn't want her to suspect anything, so I opened the door and slipped out instantly.

His jet-black hair was messy, strands falling over his forehead and into his eyes as he blinked them away. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Didn’t get an invite to the conversation?" His voice was deep, velvety, and laced with amusement, each word drawn out like he was savoring my reaction. I kept stepping back, my breath shallow, my heart pounding. I was ready to press myself against the door—until it was no longer closed. A shiver ran down my spine. "Brother! I caught our little sister spying on you two," the one who had just caught me drawled, his smirk widening as his gaze flicked back to me.

he pleads again, trying to make my sister see reason. Tears stream down my face as I grasp the understanding of how sick my sister is. I have to pull myself together because, if they find out I know, it’ll be bad, she won’t be happy. She didn’t talk to me for ages the last time she found out I was eavesdropping. I creep back to my bedroom, completely losing my appetite for food and curl up in a little ball hoping my dreams will whisk me away in a peaceful sleep, possibly dreaming of my savior, the golden-honey wolf.

I slept in a cold shed and never even knew things like radios existed. 'But why does she call Daniel ugly and fat behind his back? Why does she say Mom and Dad are cheap? If I were in her place, I would treasure every bit of this.' With these thoughts, I lowered my head and looked utterly heartbroken. "Daniel, you're back?" Just then, Victoria's excited voice rang in my ears. Seeing my brother's ashen face, a trace of satisfaction flashed across her eyes. "This is our sister who was just brought back home. From now on, I'll definitely treat her well. I can share whatever I have with her!" Victoria bounced over and clung to Daniel's arm, acting cute while spouting endless sweet words.

I demanded, a somewhat belated response to Mo’s reference to her husband’s negative opinion of the situation, at which she’d only hinted. “Of course. You’ve taught me a lot,” Liz’s brother gushed. My sister just glared at me though, for once, she kept her mouth shut. Now all I needed to do was seduce my mate, thereby appeasing my inner beast not to mention my raging libido. At least I’d been faithful. There it was again, that nagging doubt. Just what lengths had she gone to with Max? Spies often played agent provocateur using all the weapons at their disposal and that chest was mighty fine. What if she’d permitted him to do more than look?