Taboo Sister Novels & Stories

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.

I hated how my body was lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree while I tried to sound like the confident bitch everyone expected. Marcus was watching me the whole time, eyes locked on my face, that smug look growing darker. He typed something on his phone without looking down. A second later my own phone buzzed quietly in my blazer pocket. I couldn’t check it. I kept going, voice breathier than I wanted. “Sisterhood is about trust. About knowing your sisters have your back no matter what dirty secrets—” I caught myself, swallowed hard “—no matter what challenges come up.”

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

Sometimes she'd tease me and purposely not cover up until I'd had a chance to see her magnificent boobs in all their glory, however fleeting. When the situation was reversed, she'd have a peak at my boxer's physique, only I wouldn't cover up with a towel. I frequently flashed her my cock, which elicited the intended gasp from Izzy. I stopped short of showing her my erections, as I was all too aware that we were siblings. No matter how close I felt to my beautiful sister, showing her my hard dick was taboo.

Casper spat. The color drained from his face and his eyes widened with guilt bouncing in them. “I'm sorry. You never told me you had a sister,” he muttered. “Why in the world are you trying to initiate your sister into such a dirty life?” Jolie asked, her eyes narrowing over me again. “We're not. We only brought her for fun,” Jordan replied and pulled back a strand of my hair. I shivered, lowering my head in embarrassment. The woman chuckled and left the table after directing a smirk at me.

I had thought she was bluffing until murderous intent glinted in her eyes. Retreating desperately, I tried to reason. "I've never wanted to compete with you. Can't we just coexist peacefully?" But she was too far gone to listen. "My dear sister, I'll honor your memory after you're gone. After all, no one has ever truly loved you." Blood dripped from my wounds as I gawked at the blade protruding from my body—wielded by my sister. I started to question my life's worth. What in the world was real?