Taboo Sister Novels & Stories

Warren Sutton was a brilliant lawyer, famous for his success and for keeping everyone at a distance when it came to personal relationships. Rose Chapman, the heiress of the Chapman family, had swallowed her pride and gotten down on her knees to beg him to marry her. She had promised that she was willing to stand behind him and his career forever. She said that she respected his choice in focusing on his career. She would wait until he was ready to make their relationship public as she stood behind him, however long it took. She even said she would make him the most successful man in the world, and he would love her and only her, for the rest of his life. They had been married for fiv

My body remembered the anxiety even when my mind knew I was safe. I took a slow breath and continued writing. I had to remind myself that I wasn't the same girl anymore. I could feel uncomfortable without changing my decision. I could disappoint someone without being a bad person. And I could walk away from a relationship without proving that I deserved to leave. --- After the meeting, I stayed behind to collect the papers scattered across the desk. Most of the students had already left when my sister approached me. “What was that about?” I placed the registration forms in a folder.

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.

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.

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!"

She knew that this wasn't normal, but hey, it's on the internet so it can't be that uncommon, right? She found a story about a brother and sister committing incest. She noted that the siblings cared a great deal for each other, not just wanting to get off. They loved each other and felt no shame or guilt for their actions and behaviour. It was difficult keeping it secret but otherwise seemed quite normal, apart from she found that a lot of what was exciting about it was the Taboo nature of the behaviour.

“But Tabby…. What if he doesn’t feel the same way as I do?” Tabby laughs out loud making me feel a little annoyed at her. “What????” I say as she is still chuckling shaking her head at me. “That pup has been following you around for years. Just the look on his face. Everyone knows how in love he is with you. You two just need to talk and be honest with each other.” Tabby says standing up holding her hand out to me. “Now come on we need to get to our parents before they go crazy.” Nodding my head, I grab her hand as she hauls me up. Pulling me towards the door. “Hey Tabby.” She stops and looks at me. “Thank you.” She leans her head to the side and smiles. “What are big sisters for?”