Novel & Cerita 23 Sisters

I have been working on creating a hot-wife website to make lots of money from p**n. I also have two beautiful sisters, Brianna and Jordan. Brianna just turned 20 and Jordan is 18 and will graduate high school this year. Brianna is away in college. Brianna has developed into a very voluptuous young woman and Jordan is quickly getting there. Brianna is more outward than Jordan. When Brianna is home, I lustfully look at her and think whomever is fucking my sister is damn lucky. I know, I shouldn’t thing this way, but I know I would bang Brianna if I had the chance.

I say as I make the introductions. The women appear to be triplets. The one in the center speaks, her voice is warm and welcoming. "Hello Luna Iokaste, we know who you are. I'm Sister Penny, this is Sister Rachel and Sister Celia. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Are you ready to learn more about who you are?” “Yes, yes I am." I reply as confidently as I can muster. All three women reach out their hands.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought she could bang her brother-in-law’s cousin and not have it come back to haunt her. Oh wait, that was me. Katherine Lydia Wright, third sister of the Wright girls, the most brilliant, extraordinary, outstanding, and amazing of the three of us. My oldest sister, Mari, might be good at eyeliner and my other sister, Dani, might be good at buying potting soil on sale, but I was something else. You know those people who make you go: wow, she’s going to accomplish so many things?

Lydia must stick to the facts. These women were her age. They were raising toddlers and children. The oldest of what the media deemed the Huntington Hundred- many thanks to Doctor Jared Huntington for having such a convenient name- was only seven, and already he had 99 siblings to contend with. Lydia thought of her own two sisters, the complicated relationships with them that ebbed and flowed and changed almost daily, and suppressed a shudder. It was a different situation, of course. It had to be, given the circumstances.

She did as her Mistress asked and answered the question. “Better than you’ve treated any one else – apart from us sisters,” Rose replied, not forgetting to be specific with her answer. Although it was but a sentence, the last part of it was specific enough. The sisters she was talking about were Daisy, Sunflower and herself. They were blood siblings! Born to the same mother and father. Though they had different demeanors and even had different hair colors, they were triplets! And Rose was the oldest. Daisy came after Rose and Sunflower was the last of the three.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

He raised his voice and said, “You’re just jealous we bought Daffie a house! “You’re capable. You could make it on your own. Shouldn’t an older sister know how to share?” I laughed, but tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. “I’ve been sharing for over twenty years! I shared my childhood, I shared my youth, and now I’m supposed to give up the love and fairness I actually deserve?”

They promised to be up in a couple of days. Michelle is the oldest of us three kids. At twenty she is not only pretty but sometimes too smart for her own age. I am the only boy at fifteen and our younger sister Mildred is Sixteen years old. She is generally the sensible one. I guess I am lucky to have two very beautiful sisters. At least that’s what all my friends keep telling me.

I only ever wanted Jennifer! He got in his car and drove off, tires screeching. Lydia's face went pale. She hadn't expected that reaction at all. "Mom..." Mrs. McKinzie's expression curdled. "Shut your mouth. I've given you chance after chance, and you still can't win him over? Useless." Lydia stammered, trying to defend herself, but the older woman cut her off. "Save it. I'm giving you one more opportunity. If you still can't close the deal, believe me—there are plenty of other women who'd love to be Harvey's wife."

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”