[Part 1, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/)
[2, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tcz36r/love_pill_part_2/)
[3, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/u5q4vk/love_pill_part_3/)
[4, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/ukykd8/love_pill_part_4/)
[5, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/v04w7j/love_pill_part_5/)
[6, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/vbt2av/love_pill_chapter_6/)
[7, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/vp12no/love_pill_part_7/)
[8, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/w5f4ag/love_pill_part_8_12/)
[9, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/wgun0z/love_pill_part_9_12/)
[10, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/wt6d4c/love_pill_part_10_12/)
[11, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/wzv44c/love_pill_part_11/)
[12, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/x4vtac/love_pill_part_12_12/)
[13, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/xao14f/love_pill_part_13/)
[14, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/xtc8yv/love_pill_part_14_12/)
[15, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/xzjzb7/love_pill_part_15_12/)
[16, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/yao84p/love_pill_part_16/)
[17](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/yn1um1/love_pill_part_17/)
**Chapter 18**
“Do I smell good, Master?”
“Ye—” I tried to speak, but her lips were sealed onto mine, not sparing me an inch to breathe. “Ava.”
“Mmm…” My little sister moaned. “I love how big bro tastes.”
“Shit,” I gasped when she pulled back from our frantic kissing and roughly tugged my school shirt up. When that didn’t work, she went for the sanest alternative—using all her strength to pry my shirt apart.
A piercing rip sliced through the air. Buttons flew everywhere.
Holy fuck.
“It’s been two hours,” Ava rasped, ignoring my ruined shirt, her desperate fingers already on the button of my pants. “I want you. I *need* you.”
She wasn’t exaggerating her desperation. My sister had always been adamant on maintaining her image as queen, avoiding me in school even after she had confessed her undying love for me, only giving me long stares and the occasional wink when she thought no one was looking. Read more »