A Story in the Brother & Sister Love Universe
My name is Robbie, Mom calls me Robert, but my sisters don't! I found a contest online, The 14th Annual Brother/Sister Day. It promotes writers and readers of Brother/Sister Porn to actually take a chance and make a move on their Brother or Sister. I have a younger sister, so here goes!
This is the story of how my sister and I cooked up a way for us to make a lot of money while still in high school. I pretended to be her sex slave as a selling point to the other girls in the school who were afraid of being intimidated by boys. As her sex slave, I would be assumed to be harmless and a safe first-time sex partner. Our business grew to be a major business in the city, and this is the story of how that happened. 13 chapters. Much sex.
This isn't supposed to be a fancy story but just a story of people at Christmas and shortly afterward. I hope your Christmas is joyful and you remember "the reason for the season!" Have a Happy New Year! Randy will. I'm glad I made the posting before Christmas though it was close. I still don't like the very end but, after four re-writes, it is what it is. 73, RG
Bored and wide awake husband asleep after a bust day, she looked out the hotel window and decided to go outside and look around, chat to a local and before she knew it she was in deep.
When her risky OnlyFans video leaks and debt collectors close in, 21-year-old Emma is summoned home by her strict silver-fox father Marcus. One choice: total surrender as his secret 24/7 breeding pet—collared, leashed, trained in humiliating pet play, relentless denial, spanking, and raw breeding—or face ruin alone. Emma’s body betrays her as reluctant shame melts into desperate craving. From rebellious brat to pregnant, milk-leaking womb, every filthy lesson leaves her aching for Daddy
In quiet Willowbrook, Gemma has become the secret vessel for seven powerful older men. Her own father is only the first. What starts as one forbidden night spirals into a dark, addictive cycle of breeding, risk, and total surrender. Her husband remains blissfully unaware, proudly raising children that are not his. The logbook grows. The hunger deepens. And Gemma is only getting started.