Hot Sister Novels & Stories

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.

After work, I got a call from Mom. "Elisa, come home for dinner tonight. Poppy’s getting engaged. Come meet your future brother-in-law." I lifted my head from the mountain of documents on my desk. Finally, the moment I had been waiting for was almost here. My sister, Poppy Hart, immediately grabbed the phone. "Elisa, bring your boyfriend too. I saw him in your post. His side profile looked so hot! Bring him home so we can all meet him."

It didn't. "Allison," he said, not questioningly but just stating her name. "Allison." It was like his saying her name had unlocked something that refused to lock up again. "Fourteen years. We were fourteen in the hallway at school, two Ukrainian girls agreeing we could get along, and I haven't seen her in six months and all the time-" she trailed off and then forced herself to continue, "all the time she's been pulling strings and showing up with sandwiches at the hospital like I didn't already have a sister in my life messing everything up."

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

Lydia was wearing a slinky lace camisole, a hint of shyness playing on her lips. "Harvey... my water heater broke. Do you mind if I shower at your place?" Harvey caught a familiar scent. He remembered now. That night he'd been drugged—this was exactly what he'd smelled. "Harvey?" When he didn't answer, Lydia smiled and stepped closer. The thin straps of her camisole slid down her shoulders. The next second, Harvey grabbed the nearest vase and brought it down on her.

She sighed and thought of running away instead but the toilet was only a small window that wasn't even big enough to size her head. She decided to get over with it. "Having sex with lesbians wouldn't be much of a bad thing," she had comforted herself before coming out of the bathroom. "You took time," the sister said. "Get on the bed," the huge one said and Samantha got on the bed. "Spread your legs wide apart," the sister said and Samantha did that. "Will you go first?" The huge one asked the other one. "Yea," the sister said smacking her lips seductively. She got up from where she was and although the light was dim, Samantha could see that she was naked and so was the other one as well.

The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I'm convinced she's who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There's not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

Excited Amelia found her way into the kitchen thanking God for the little ray of hope she felt. "I know my sister is wrong about Jack. he loves me and he will choose me over all these fancy women. It's just a matter of time". Amelia obviously hasn't been this happy in a very long time from Jack's actions or words. Who knows he would willingly pick her as his wife instead of these women? Scanning through the refrigerator for ingredients available, Amy concluded on making Brie Quesadilla with fruit salsa.

She said between laughs. “Hello, I’m Hanna, you must be Rena. I am the mate to all three of your brothers. It’s nice to meet you!” She put her hand out and I shook it. No wonder she needed to go shopping and why Byron had asked for clothes from Cally. Her boobs were way bigger than mine or Cally’s and she was way shorter than me no way she fit my pants. Her hand was so pitie in mine, a whole new category of feminine.

Not after the outburst I just heard. The shocking of them all was Hera being a lesbian. My dear friend needs to guide herself. Could it be why they have been staring at themselves for a long time? I sighed, dropping the glass on the nearby table. "My sister is a Lesbian," Eros ignored my bad habits by chugging down his. "And I thought she was just unlucky with men. I wondered when she found out. Athena.." he swallowed really hard and I turned to look at him. The glint in his eyes was something I have never seen before. "No matter how I asked, she never told me. But today I got to hear about their secrets?"