Taboo Sister Novels & Stories

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?

I point out. Ashley rolls her eyes at me."You don't have to pretend you don't have fantasies about your sister's best friend," She shoots back. "I don't," I lie. I would never dare to tell anyone about the thoughts I had about Aiden just now. He's off limits. It would be wrong. Forbidden. Taboo. I should not be having those thoughts about him. I have to shake them off, and forget about them. "You don't dream of having a hot makeout session with your sister's best friend," Ashley whispers in my ear.

But being a chameleon she was, I just shrugged it off and smiled as a response to her questions even though my eyes still closed, I can feel her stares at me. And actually I have no plans in answering her curiosity, that’s why I got up from lying in the sun lounger to show off to my sister my beautiful body curves, I am just wearing a red two-piece bikini that really looks amazing to me even though it is almost nothing to cover my body parts but it is still decent to look at especially I am the one wearing the fabric. And when I faced my older sister, I noticed the envious look on her face, and the irritation she felt when she saw my young and fresh beautiful sexy body. Well, I think she can

********* "Wow, so you're saying, Aaron actually touched you!. Like he touched you!, as in he touched you! Oh my goodness, your brother, he... he touched you! He touched your body!, He touched your b**bs, he puts his hand in your...." "Stop it okay, stop. Yeah, my brother did all that, you don't have to sing it in my ear. All I want you to do, is tell me how to salvaged the situation." Alexia concludes. "I'm sorry Alexia, but I don't think there's a way to salvaged this situation. Nope, the taboo it's already takings place, you might think, since the both of you haven't had sex yet, it means you can still save the whole situation, but you can't. Right now, there's sexual tension between the

Or… something. And he likes it… rough? The way he commands a boardroom is the same way he’d command a bed. The same way he’d command *me*. My dick twitched against the towel, already betraying me with a hard, aching throb. Guilt crashed in right after. He’s marrying my sister. He just kissed her in front of me. And then… me. Fuck it. I couldn't help it. I opened the laptop again, back to Archive 3.

She whispered in consolation and I nodded at her with a smile. "It's not okay," Annabelle countered from the front seat. "She tried to kill her sister's baby. Everyone saw it. Everyone recorded it. This is going to be everywhere." She added with a cold sneer on her face. "Screw everyone," Sarah yelled. "They're not going to forget this. She's not going to recover from this." "Annabelle. Shut up." Valerian commanded in a flat voice and her mouth immediately snapped shut but her eyes looked at me through the rear view mirror.

He hadn’t called me that since I was fifteen and still naïve enough to believe Liam saw me as just a sister. My phone buzzed again. “You’re going to have to explain this. In person.” I wanted to hide. Bury myself. Leave the country. But this was Liam. Tall, dark, cocky Liam who always walked around shirtless after gym workouts, who always flirted too close to the line. The same Liam who’d once whispered into my ear at a party, “If you weren’t my stepsister…” I shook the memory out of my head.

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t