Taboo Sister Novels & Stories

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My voice cracked. "You need to tell us everything ?" Madden said, visibly upset. I shook my head. "Not now. Later. I promise. But first…" I pulled out the photograph of Alice in the lake. The warning on the back. The napkin. "Someone killed my sister. Someone left these warnings. Someone has been watching me since the day I arrived." Ashley stared at the evidence. Tears welled in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell us?" "Because I didn't know if I could trust you."

But I will not let you walk into a trap. You don't understand, I whimpered, my fingers knotting tightly into the heavy fabric of his dark suit jacket, holding onto him like a lifeline. My sister… she has my face. She has my blood. Victor won't hesitate to execute my mother the second he realizes he has the right heir standing beside him. Then we change the bloody game, Adrian growled.

Then she moaned happily as I slid into the bed on top of her and filled my mouth with her right breast. "Oh, damn," she groaned as my dick pushed its way into her incredibly tight pussy. "Mmm," I moaned around that hard nipple in my mouth. It felt incredible to slide my hard cock into my sister's pussy once again. I couldn't help but recall what she had said, about the mental stimulation this taboo act added to the experience. The way she was looking at my face and gasping, I knew she was thinking about it again. She was getting even more turned on as her brother filled her up with dick.

Crawling towards forbidden euphoria. Tabitha increased her pace on her brother's cock. Her movements got more desperate. Driven. Her sisters manipulated her from both sides. Hope shook as Tabitha rubbed her. Chastity trembled on her brother's tongue. And then suddenly the four siblings started to tremble as a massive shared orgasm rolled through them.

“So, you would lie to me?” “No, I can’t lie to you, remember?” He ground his teeth. “Not after you had that little bitch of a witch put that damned spell on me.” Someone walks out from the shadows with a ‘tsk tsk’ sound, and as I look back, Tabatha, my personal little pet witch looks at Pete with an eager and evil possessive gleam. Pete ignores her, but I see him stiffen at the sound of her. I internally howl with laughter. This is so much fun. I have Pete at the balls because of his sister, and I have her working for me forever with the promise that she can have Pete some day. I can’t wait for him to meet his fated mate, as I know Tabatha will take her time killing her. She is not going to

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.

He'd said and left. I was scrolling through his profile on I*******m when my sister returned from seeing him off. She came into my bedroom and I had lock my screen fast. "What the heck Sarah, I've asked you multiple times to knock before you come in here, you need to learn to respect my privacy." I rolled my eyes, "what do you want?"

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

"Olise—" "You're roommates who share a legal document!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "She’s never here! She runs away to Europe, to New York, to anywhere else because she doesn't know how to be a wife, and she sure as hell doesn't know how to be a mother! You are lonely, Vincent. You’ve been living in a golden cage, and you’re terrified to admit that the lock is already broken!"