Taboo Sister Novels & Stories

“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.

" My pussy devoured Daddy's cock. I licked up the jizz from my little sister's twat. I stroked through her folds and gathered up the salty spunk mixed with her sweetness. It was so delicious. I was glad for it as I tongued her. Daddy gripped my hips. He drew back his cock. I loved that sensation. It was just so amazing to have his cock in my pussy. I clamped my twat down on his dick as he drew back, my tongue fluttering up and down my little sister's clit. "Oh, oh, Lacey!" Jessie moaned as I feasted on her taboo twat. Daddy rammed his dick back into my pussy. I loved that huge cock filling me up. It was just so good to have him in me. I groaned into her twat. I tongued up and down that hot f

The guests' murmurs crashed over me like a tidal wave. "I knew it! A leopard can't change its spots. The jinx of the Sullivan family is pure evil. Not only did she get her own biological brother killed, but she's now trying to steal her adopted brother's protective charm to get him killed too. Clearly, she wants to wipe out the Sullivans so she can hoard all of her family's inheritance for herself." "I heard the eldest son of the Sullivan family, who died, was incredibly close to her. What an idiot, letting himself be killed by the sister he doted on the most."

Matilda I blink before I immediately turn to look at my sister. My sister inhales as she holds me tightly but she doesn't stop crying. “Are you making fun of my suicide attempt? I would have never thought you could see my suicide and depression as an object of ridicule.” “What is Grace talking about, Seraphina?” Dad now asks my sister and I feel that my sister is scared and feels that everyone is now going against her.

"You… You really were reborn! I know that you only chose Seth out of defiance. You're going to regret it!" I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how radiant I was. I said coldly, "Regret? Why would I regret it? "Andon, know your place. I'm your sister-in-law now, and if you keep being rude, I'll tell your older brother so that he can teach you how to behave." Andon was rendered speechless. He could not do anything except lower his voice and say threateningly, "Do you think you have an advantage over me because you're with Seth?

Way too confident. Mother Superior kept him away from us. For good reason. He was her nephew... and trouble. The first day he showed up, his hair was a mess. His jacket slung over his shoulder, and he looked straight at me like he knew I was his. “Hi, beautiful,” he said, handing me a can of soup. I froze. “Don’t call me that,” I mumbled. “It’s Sister Mirabel.” He smirked and leaned in. “You want me to behave, little nun?”

"The sin is in letting it poison your relationship with your sister. Have you considered talking to her about your feelings?" "I'm too ashamed, Sister." Marcus's thrusts became slightly faster, and Veronica felt one of his hands slide around to play with her clit while he fucked her. "Shame keeps us isolated," Veronica said, struggling to focus. "Honesty builds bridges. Your sister likely has no idea you're struggling. Tell her. You might be surprised by her response." "You're right, Sister. Thank you." Marcus was pounding into her now—still quiet, but hard, brutal thrusts that had Veronica's whole body moving with the impacts.

“I’ve got a T-shirt, panties, and shorts. Jake?” “T-shirt, underwear, shorts.” She looked at me. “Emma?” I swallowed. “Halter top, panties, shorts.” “Perfect. We’re all even.” She dealt again. My hands felt shaky. I had nothing good. I discarded four cards and got a pair of tens. Aunt Chloe had a pair of threes. Jake had nothing. He lost first and pulled his shirt over his head. I stared. I couldn’t help it. His chest was hard and defined, the kind of body that looked like it came from real work and not just a gym. Aunt Chloe noticed me looking and her eyes got darker, like she liked that I was looking.

"One brother, two sisters. Yeah." "How'd you end up in the Special Forces?" "Are you interviewing me for a job? I'm beginning to sweat over here." Tabby winced. "Sorry." She glanced down, her face crumpling and shoulders slumping. "Hey." He reached across toward her, hand out. "What's going on?" "I'm sorry." She moved her fingers to look at him. "This was a bad idea." "No, it's not." He wiggled his fingers at her.

It turned out everything was because of my wonderful elder sister. Eleanor was three years older than me and worked in genetics research. She claimed that, through big data studies, she had ample evidence proving I was a born troublemaker. She told our mother that I had dissected frogs alive as a child. Not only that, but she also alleged that any dead mice or cats found around our home were my doing. She even presented numerous case studies she had found that stated that people like me were born without empathy but with high IQs. This explained my cold personality and good grades.