Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 44
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 44 - Novel type: incest, mother, son, sister, elder sister, aunt, teacher, neighbor. I kissed my mother's smooth forehead and whispered softly: "Mom, how nice it would be if you could really be my wife?" "Mom, do you know? I really want to take care of you, take care of you for the rest of my life." "Mom, how nice it would be if I were not your son?" "Mom, the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you. I want to be with you forever and ever..." "Mom, I love you so much..."
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt Teacher/Student
I put my phone away: “Go change your clothes quickly. There are so many things to do today. Let’s leave early.”
My sister pouted: “Are you so anxious to send your sister away?”
I patted her head: “I wish you could stay at home with me every day.”
My sister was very pleased with this sentence: “You think so beautifully. Now I’m leaving. You know how good my sister is, right?”
I smiled at her: “Isn’t it to fulfill my promise? I’ll give it to you every day...”
My sister reacted quickly. When she heard it, she immediately covered my mouth. She was shy: “Don’t say it.”
Women are always creatures who say one thing and mean another. The person who took the initiative to put her hairless pussy next to my mouth and begged me to lick it last night seemed to be a different person from my sister.
I let go of my sister’s waist: “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. Go change your clothes quickly.”
My sister got up from my arms as if she was escaping, and trotted towards her bedroom with her slippers “clicking” and “clicking”.
After my sister walked away, I immediately opened the chat box with Isabelle, which contained a string of messages Isabelle sent me last night.
It was just that I was so intense with my sister last night that I didn’t notice the message reminder at all.
Isabelle sent a lot of messages, but most of them were about Bella going to see her tomorrow and asking me what I should do.
From the initial inquiry, to the daily sharing in the middle, to the last lingering love words, Isabelle’s messages continued until late at night.
Calculating the time, I should have buried my face between my sister’s legs and licked her pussy vigorously.
I thought for a while and typed a reply: “Baby, I’m sorry, I went to bed too early last night and didn’t see your message. Xixi and I will go to see you later, don’t worry, we will cooperate and act according to the situation!”
Isabelle replied very quickly, almost in seconds.
She replied with a photo, which was a selfie in the mirror.
Looking at the background of the photo, Isabelle should be in the dance studio.
The girl in the photo is tall and graceful, with perfect proportions. She is wearing a white ballet dress that outlines her beautiful body curves.
Under the ballet skirt, Isabelle’s two slender legs are tightly wrapped in thin white silk, which can be said to be infinitely tempting.
I swallowed my saliva unconsciously. This little girl, isn’t this pure torturing me?
I typed: “Baby is so beautiful.” Attached a kiss emoticon.
After saving Isabelle’s photo in the album of the private space, I immediately deleted the chat history with her.
“Ding!”
Isabelle: “Wait for you.”
After putting away the phone, I glanced at my sister’s bedroom door. Chatting with Isabelle always feels guilty and worried about being discovered.
“Let’s go, dear brother!”
My sister, who has changed into a school uniform, pulled a big suitcase and patted my shoulder heavily.
I was puzzled: “Why are you pulling such a big suitcase? Do you have so many school uniforms?”
My sister put her hands on her hips: “You don’t understand, do you?” She patted the suitcase with her little hands: “There are not only school uniforms in it, but also snacks I bought yesterday!”
“You are just being clever.”
“What cleverness? This is called wisdom!”
I took my sister’s suitcase, asked her to get the two roses, and then called an online taxi on my phone.
In front of the community gate, my sister shielded the sun with her hands: “We should let mom assign us a dedicated driver.”
I said helplessly: “If your grades were not so bad, maybe our two former dedicated drivers would not have been transferred by mom.”
My sister stuck out her tongue: “It’s a good thing that we don’t have a dedicated driver. Think about it, why do we have to be watched by mom? How unfree!”
I rubbed her hair: “You have so many reasons.”
My sister smiled embarrassedly: “Hehe.”
After getting in the car, my sister and I went directly to a store that specializes in making specimens for flowers.
In fact, it is not difficult to make specimens for flowers, and ordinary people can do it.
But the difficulty is how to preserve the shape and color of the flower to the greatest extent.
This is a great test of a person’s professional skills.
So professional things should be left to professionals.
The clerk was a little girl of the same age as us. She was very enthusiastic and talked a lot, constantly introducing various specimen packages.
I don’t care about the price of the package, but the time required is different. My sister and I finally chose a package that takes half a month.
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