Hot Little Sister Novels & Stories

Precious did not think any guy is attractive if he is below thirty, and the guy in the pink shirt was obviously about our age. Lily looked at the corner, "there are two of them. Twins, I mean." "Let's go say hello!" I jumped up, fumbled in my bag, found the towel I brought and used it to dry my body. "Abeg go alone. I do not go to men, men come to men." Precious removes her sunglasses from her bag and wears them. "Suit yourself," I laughed. "Puppet, come be your sister's wing woman." Lily took the hand I held out to her and stood up. She let me dry her arms, thighs and face that had identical freckles as mine on her nose, cheeks and at the corner of her left eye.

He was a weasely little perv. "And..." he said, "My friends back in Harrisonville always said you were really hot okay?" he said. Oh what a scumbag! He needed to make a girl jealous so he asked his sister out on a date because she was the hottest chick he could think of to make this girl jealous! But I sort of beamed, lording over him that he'd had to call me hot. I guess I can't disagree. I am a little woman, around 5'2 and weigh about 120lbs. I have long blonde hair, green eyes, big breasts, curvy hips, a tight butt, and smooth legs. I am hot, thank for noticing that, pervy friends of my brother. "Aren't you so sweet...brother," I said and made a kissy face.

“I—no—okay—nope—we’re leaving—sorry—please pretend none of this happened—” She grabs the kid’s arm, mortified, face redder than the romance covers scattered at her knees. The kid digs her heels in long enough to shout: “BYE HOT BOOK MAN!” Libby sputters, “DO NOT CALL HIM HOT—” “And MY SISTER THINKS YOU’RE CUTE!” Libby looks ready to ascend to the afterlife. I cannot resist. It’s a gift. A curse. I call after them: “Your sister has exceptional taste!”

Hung pictures of patron saints up on my wall To remind me that i am a fool— Tell me where i came from, what i will always be: Just a spoiled little kid who went to catholic school He stepped into the building a smile on his face, eyes on hers. When i am dead i won't join their ranks Because they are both holy and free And i'm in ohio, satanic and chained up And until the end, that's how it'll be She looked away. He frowned. I said make me love myself so that i might love you

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

Every passing minute my heart races knowing that I will almost see him again. “Lilly-Ann, did you hear me?” My sister’s voice pulls me back to reality. She left me for a few minutes to go pee, which she needs to do a lot lately. So I allow my mind to wonder, to the one place and with the one person I really want to be with, Lorenzo. In all honesty, I didn’t even notice that she is back. “Not a word, sorry.” I smile sweetly at her.

"That pathetic man in front of us looked so scared when we found him. I was going to deal with him immediately, but my sister Evelyn talked me down. She actually felt bad for the poor bastard." There's cold laughter and then it stops as abruptly as it started. For a moment, she looks almost sad. Perhaps regretful? In the same instant I saw the emotion, it was gone and replaced by stone cold hatred. I shouldn't say anything, but I can't help it. Her sister seems to be the only one with a heart. "I can see why your sister would feel bad. I know when I see someone in that state, I would at least have some kind of pity on them."

“That’s very sweet of you, thanks. I’m just…a little under the weather, I think. Bit overwhelmed…or underwhelmed…I’m still not sure, at the moment.” “Hmm…then I guess this view here is the best medicine I can offer you. Sitting out here, looking out there at the sea, it gives me comfort and helps me find my center again.” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smiling contentedly. It’s not really working for me, but I just nod, putting my chin on top of my knees as I hug my legs. “Why is that small island called Little Sister?” She nods and smiles. “Younger sister, yes. Because we’re on the Elder Sister Island. There is a legend about these two islands, a local myth. Would you like to

Lilith said over breakfast the next day, narrowing her eyes like a cat who’d smelled a secret. Ophelia stabbed her scrambled eggs. “I’m not.” “Then why did you just put salt in your orange juice?” She looked down. Damn it. Lilith smirked, brushing a strand of pink hair behind her ear. “Is this about Carl?” “No.” “Liar.” Ophelia sighed, pushing her tray away. “He gets under my skin.” “He’s hot.” “He’s infuriating.” “Those things are not mutually exclusive.” She glared. “Do you want to die?”

Lola felt the pull of him, magnetic, and for a second, she closed her eyes and let herself just… feel. When she opened them, he was closer still. The space between them seemed impossibly small, charged with tension. He ran his fingers through her thighs in her long silk skirt and looked at her as though seeking confirmation. Lola, in too deep, nodded. “Yes, enough of the tension already” she whispered, almost to herself. He went down on his knees and pulled up the long skirt and down her tiny stringed panties.