Step Sis In Thong Novels & Stories

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.]

Maybe two. Then I tapped it. The screen lit up. Heath, shirtless, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the camera. His hand worked his big cock, slow, slick. His breath came in hard and uneven. “Thinking about you, step sis,” he groaned. “Can’t wait to come back home and fuck you with this,” he tugged on his cock and brought the camera close for me to the precum smeared at the tip. A helpless whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it.

he said, "but you look like you could use a man to help you." I pulled out a chair and sat down, facing him, leaving my legs open just enough to give him a chance to look. He did. I watched him do a subtle double-take as he noticed he could look up the leg of my shorts and see that I was wearing the cum-filled thong he'd left. I sensed my moment, and I seized it. "So, son, how long have you and your sister been having sex?"

Kissed the side of my neck. “Basement. One a.m. Wear nothing but that little black thong you think I don’t know about. Leave the rest.” He walked away. I spent the next five hours vibrating. Showered slow—scrubbed every inch, shaved everything smooth, oiled my skin until it gleamed. Slipped into the thong—black lace, barely there—and nothing else. The fabric was already damp by the time I pulled it up my thighs.

I thought to myself as I pulled out a black, lacy thong. “They are a lot more comfortable than they look.” Sage chirped, trying to hold back a laugh. She was failing miserably because she frickin’ snorted. I couldn’t help but start laughing with her. As I tossed the thong at her face, and she picked it and threw it right back. “Oh, my dearest friend, Sage. I will certainly miss you most of all.”

Serena I was aware he'd unfastened my jeans, peeling apart the edges of the dense material and shoving his fingers under the thin elastic of my thong. Panting, I kept my eyes closed and reached for him, trying desperately to wrap my hand around his thick cock. He easily shoved my hand aside as his other fingers found my clit, swirling the tip of one around in lazy circles. "You're going to learn to come when I tell you," he whispered, his tone reeking of sensual husk.

Sofia almost screamed, “Please sir, touch me.” Mr. Evidence took off her thong, placing his thumb on her clit, rubbing in slow circles. The nurse was panting under him, her mind was so foggy that she couldn’t think about anything at the time. The male slowly dragged his finger on her clit lips, dipping two inside her. He taunted,

"Nate. Please..." "No, my love. It's Sir for now. I will take you, like a little tease that you are. You deliberately wear this lace thong, knowing that I will fuck you tonight. You anticipated this, you want this to happen. Do you want me to smack your ass red too baby? Is that why you choose to wear a thong tonight? Hmm..?" He licked my ear then sucked the spot just under my ear making me shivered. He took my wrists and hold it on my back. "Yes Sir. I'm choosing a thong to please you. To be touched by your hands, smack by your palm. Please, Sir." I was wet from all his kisses and little touches.

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably until he finally stopped, grinning as he sat up and pulled down his swim trunks. Izzy gasped sharply when his erection sprang free, hard and demanding, no longer confined by the thin fabric. “Are you ready?” His voice was breathless too, and he positioned himself between her legs. Izzy barely had time to recover from her last two orgasms when Seth thrust into her without warning. She cried out, feeling every thick inch of him stretch and slide inside her. A moan tore from her lips, and her hands clutched at his shoulders as if they were the only thing anchoring her to reality.