Taboo Sister Novels & Stories

Zachary really didn't care so much. “And you want to pass up a chance to help your sister over some dude who could be right across town, now, with his dick teasing some bitch’s clit? Girl, please!” Allison didn't like to talk about Zachary, hell, she didn't even like to look at him; he annoyed her. Irina wanted to protest and defend him - AGAIN - but she remembered what happened the last time she did that and decided to let it slide before a plane would crash in and kill her and Allison.

[Vance’s POV] “No… No more,” Tabitha pants beneath as she cums for the sixth or seventh time. I can’t.” “You can,” I counter, continuing to fuck her hard and fast. “And even if you can't, you’re going to.” I was nowhere near done with her. Not after thinking about her the whole fucking time she was with my brother. Usually I wouldn’t give two shits about our shared woman being with him alone, but with Tabitha, it was different.

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

my sister exclaimed shrill but happy manner and started to chew again in her seat. I cocked my chin to the side and looked at my dad. Once more, my younger sister started making up string sentences that were very weird. It is absolutely taboo for any member of our family to bring up the fact that our clan has been given the opportunity to settle within the Tribe since the invitation was offered.

Kira! "Yes me, oh my beloved sister, I thought of killing you but then I remembered father's words, it's a taboo to have your sister's blood in your hands, so I will give you a farewell kiss," she pushed me back into the cage my head meets the wall, as my vision goes black.

Only the crackling of votive candles flickering in the side candelabras broke the quiet, along with the distant rumble of thunder announcing a heavy rain over the mountains. Sister Clara knelt slowly inside the confession booth, the wooden bench creaking under her knees. The thick black habit clung to her body like a second skin, soaked with sweat. Her heavy breasts, normally hidden beneath layers of fabric, pressed against the damp material, clearly outlining her hardened nipples, stiff from the lust that had been consuming her for hours. Between her legs, her shaved pussy throbbed, far too wet. Her juices were dripping down her inner thigh, being absorbed by the habit. She took a deep brea

One reckless, selfish night that tore everything apart. It started innocently, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. My fiancée’s sister, Clara, was nothing like her. Where my fiancée was calm, steady, and practical, Clara was wild, impulsive, and unpredictable. She had a way of walking into a room and demanding attention without even trying. And though I would never admit it out loud, a small part of me always noticed her — the way she laughed too loudly, the way her eyes lingered when they should have turned away. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep those fleeting sparks buried where they belonged. But temptation has a way of waiting for the rig

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

He leaned down and planted a kiss on his mother’s cheek, receiving a smile from her. I approached my mate steadily and took a seat beside him. His mother's demeanor shifted instantly upon seeing me. “You look amazing, babe,” I whispered, placing my hand on Jack’s, only for him to discreetly withdraw his hand and lean over to whisper, “Don't do that in front of my mother. She doesn't like such displays.” I withdrew my hand, forcing a smile towards his mother, who had been observing me the whole time. My nineteen-year-old sister Tabitha came and sat with Lady Paula, carefree as ever. She wore gray booty shorts and a white tank top with a plunging neckline. Lady Paula scanned her before turning

It's like watching p**n, but much better, even if they're just kissing. I know these two, but not just that… they are my siblings. The taboo aspect of it all makes me feel a new level of satisfaction, so I decide to let them get on with whatever the fuck this is. I want to watch them fuck. And then maybe Aiden will share her with me, she wouldn’t be the first girl we fucked at the same time. Except this would be our little sister. I hide a moan and reach down to fist my cock. I love fantasies in general, but this might be the best one I’ve ever had.