Taboo Sister Novels & Stories

"Tyler, don’t you know it is a taboo to get married to your brother’s ex-wife? It is an unspeakable disgrace to our family's reputation!" "A taboo?" Tyler asked, his deep voice dripping with a freezing, dark sarcasm that echoed off the glass walls. His jaw clenched as he took a step forward, his towering frame casting a dark, dominant shadow over the entire Vane family. "Why don’t you tell your son that it is a taboo for him to marry his ex-wife's younger sister? A younger sister, Evelyn. A blood sister." The words hit the terrace like a devastating explosion. Evelyn’s breath caught in her throat, her face instantly turning a ghostly, pale color as she stared at Lydia, whose polite smile fin

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow. Each moan, each slap, each filthy word made heat pool between her legs. She could feel herself getting wet, in response to the raw intensity of the scene. Graham was giving it to the girl so good, so deep, that Sienna unconsciously began rubbing her thighs together and biting her bottom lip. "I’m gon— I’m cumming daddy!” The girl's moans grew louder, more desperate. Just as she reached a fever pitch, Sienna’s phone began vibrating in her hand.

But it wasn’t a no either. Zoe looked between the two shy, curious men—her long-term boyfriend who she’d watched fuck other chicks with shameless confidence but now couldn’t seem to meet the eyes of the man whom he had known for that short period of time he had grown to become his best friend. And Lucas, who was usually so quick with a joke, had gone quiet and was saying very little, like someone learning to talk after a mouth and throat accident. Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk as it was becoming all too interesting to her. They might be hesitant, a little scared at first, but she was optimistic that with time they’d grow to love and enjoy it as much as they enjoyed fucking the o

Adnam installed an app-controlled vibrator that he turned on while the three of them had dinner together. The taboo didn't destroy them. The taboo united them. And so, stepfather and stepdaughter lived their secret, dirty, intense, and eternal love—one fuck at a time, one orgasm at a time, one "I love you" whispered in the dark at a time. THE END.

She was, for all intents and purposes, his sister. It wasn't his fault though. If he were allowed to date and get laid like other people in other countries, he wouldn't jerk off to his sister's wet dreams night after night. Step sister, Sam. STEP. It didn't help that she had a big, round ass, perky tits and a tiny waist. She was any man's wet dream, always aching for dick. He could ignore her no longer.

Nora whined, “Come on Evie, don’t ruin it! Cassie, tell her how amazing it’s going to be!” I wanted to help my lovelorn sister, but all I could do was shrug. “I’m honestly not that fussed about it, sis. Whatever is going to happen tonight is out of my control. I’m not actively searching for anything, I just hope that everything goes well and that no one dies because of anyone’s power-crazed madness.” “You’ve both gone bananas.” Nora said with a heavy eye roll. “No one is going to die tonight, why are you so morose? Not everything ends in a war.”

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

The look on her face was that of betrayal. “Trish is my sister. Tricia Stuart.” They sat in silence a moment. Steele squinted his eyes in concentration. “Are you telling me your sister is the one who took the money?” Tabby swallowed back her tears and looked into his eyes. “I honestly don’t know what is going on. I can only assume that you’ve mistaken me for my sister. I haven’t spoken with her in a few weeks but she’s prone to taking risks.”

My legs were heavy, my inner thighs aching with every stride, a constant reminder of the weight and power that had claimed me just hours before. As I neared the house, I could hear the shouting. "How could you send my sister out at night? Why would you do such a thing? It’s the full moon for crying out loud!" Eric’s roar shook the wooden walls. "I’m sorry, Eric," Molly’s voice was high and defensive. "Your sister was sick, so I thought Willow should—" "Step-sister!" Eric interrupted, his voice dripping with venom. "Your daughter is my step-sister, Molly. And you sent Willow out at night for what? To get a herb? We both know it’s all a lie just for me to fuck your daughter's pussy!"