Hot Little Sister Novels & Stories

I was just staring at her when her eyes found mine I smirk and wiggled my brows up and down, making her blush and cleared her throat, I laugh and look at our mother who was eyeing us both, her brows raise. "What?" She asks annoyed, I laugh harder as I saw her roll her eyes. "I would rather wait for you to confess, deary sister," I tease her, our mother chuckled. "Dear, you're at the right age, it's okay," She said, my sister--Roana groaned and stormed off the room, thumping her feet, making the heels of her sandals noisy than usual. I shake my head and look at Mama. "Let's go, Mama," I said, chuckling.

Her cheek was reddish and she appeared shy, but then a soft smile appeared on her face as she held out her hand and introduced herself with a noticeable Russian accent. "My name is Svetlana Davinova." He took her hand and felt the warmth of her oft skin enveloped his own. He had never felt his heart beating faster. A rush of electricity flowed across his body and when she released her hand, her mother immediately hushed her. "Lana, from now on you are a Russet" for some reason he was not pleased when he heard the phase. Because deep inside he knew he did not want them to be siblings. He wanted her in a different light. Sometimes he thought he was crazy, lusting after a young underage teenage

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

VOID My pretty little sister. The only thorn who got to step on my toes and live to smirk about it. I stayed there for a moment, savoring the sight of her passed out with my cum in-between her thighs. I'd always fantasized this very moment, pictured it in a thousand ways. Yet, none of them had been as good as this very one. My cum looked so perfect on her, and I couldn't wait to put it into her virgin cunt. I smirked, gently turning her over so I could stare at her face. She looked like a mess—rough hair, cheeks mapped by tears, blood on her leg.

She won’t promise me forever just to turn around and leave me high and dry like I meant nothing. One thing is certain—she’s going to fucking pay. With her life… and her cunt. "So, are you seeing anyone?" An annoyingly chipper voice echoed into my thoughts like a plague, dragging me from the abyss in my head. I blinked, taking in the brightly lit puppy room where tiny dogs scattered around, yipping and tumbling into each other. A small Dachshund darted toward us, nuzzling my partner’s fingers with relentless energy. It was honestly ridiculous how something that small could hold so much energy.

*******Step Siblings Heat**** "I'm cold," Soraya announced, as if this was a huge revelation. My younger step sister was always complaining about the temperature. I swear, she came out of the womb shivering. Despite the fact that we lived in Florida, where even the chilliest days were still hot, my step sister was forever freezing. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was sitting on the slate, sectional couch, watching the NBA Finals on the family's immense flatscreen TV. My step sister stood off to the side of the living room, her arms crossed around her chest, like trying to hug the heat into herself.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

But as soon as I saw her face, I recognized her. Arielle Hunt. Only daughter of billionaire CEO Harrison Hunt of the Hunt Group. Fans praise her because of her voluptuous body and exceptional beauty. Interesting. I scrolled down. Photos loaded one after the other. Her at a five-star hotel lounge, laughing at something off-camera, head thrown back, completely unguarded. Next she posed in a beauty spa, eyes closed, head tilted back, at ease with herself in the way people were when comfort had always come naturally to them. In another photo she was standing proudly on a yacht somewhere sunny, smiling like the whole ocean belonged to her and she already knew it.

For a moment, I felt that putting a diamond ring on her finger wouldn't be such a bad idea. … After Cole fell asleep, Victoria quietly got up and headed to the basement. The dim room was filled with a foul, rotting stench. On the floor lay two figures—none other than the missing Carrie and Gabe. Admiring her freshly done nails, Victoria gave a casual command, "Begin." Two people stepped forward with tools in hand. Soon, the basement echoed with screams. Carrie and Gabe were subjected to inhuman torment, passing out from the pain, only to be splashed awake with cold water and dragged into another round of suffering.

Aubrey blushes and I tilt her face to mine and kiss her tenderly before whispering, “you are going to be their Luna. They need to see you and I together. If they know how I feel they will accept you more easily.” I get a damp washcloth to at least wipe the cum off my Little Kitten before helping her get redressed. Watching her wobble around my apartment with her cock hanging below the hem of her skirt is a major turn on. “Whenever we are alone at home, I want you to wear those tiny skirts with no panties,” I hum. “I think the only thing that would make it more beautiful is if I lavished your perfect body in sparkling jewels and pearls.” “I always wanted to pierce my cock, but my sister told