Hot Sister Novels & Stories

The girls looked like sisters of friends; they giggled girlishly and waved their hands in their hair. “Hello handsome,” one said. “Hello handsome!” the other one said and then fell on me. The first one drew her back into herself with a chuckle. “Forgive my sister. This is how excited we get when we see someone handsome and we can’t help it, you know?” “You’re drunk,” I said to her. “And so? We want to fuck you; that’s sane enough.” I was so confused and lost. “What?” “I mean, if you aren’t into the both of us, you can just take me.” the sister started to protest and the first one immediately added: “If you’re into the kinky shit, you should take the both of us. Most men like us together at a

She took Jonathan's hand as he held her by the waist, and they started dancing to the music. “So, you’re the first man to reject my sister,” Sasha teased. “She’s your sister?” Jonathan seemed surprised by the information. “So, you’re a Brooks?” “Sasha Brooks,” she replied with a smile. “We share the same father but different mothers, so she’s my half-sister.” “We’re more alike than I thought,” he replied. “How so?” “I have a half-brother too,” Jonathan said as they danced to the rhythm of the music.

He was a stranger. Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e

In contrast, my parents warmly welcomed us. Dakota introduced Yvette. "This is my younger sister. She'll be staying with us for a while, so I brought her along." Yvette was a charming and pretty young woman. My parents praised her repeatedly and said that she should visit more often. Throughout the meal, Yvette remained silent with her head lowered. I gripped the pill in my pocket, waiting for the right moment to make her take it. Just then, Mom stood up to go get Yvette a bowl of soup.

“I told you before, I want to look out for her. She’s my girlfriend’s sister practically. Look we’re nearly at the front of the que. We need to decide what film we’re buying tickets for.” Tyler was staring at Ryan, his face set in an expression of thought. “Wait…wait a minute. Do you like her?” “Don’t be stupid.” Tyler began to laugh. “Oh my god! You do! You’ve got Savannah Miller and you fancy the weirdo from out of town?!” Ryan almost lunged at Tyler. “Don’t call her that.” Tyler continued to laugh. “Damn bro. That’s funny. I give you, she’s pretty hot since this make over but damn. This is going to be even more fun now.”

father insists and I want to reach over and smack him. “There’s really not much to say, my parents weren’t exactly good people and I’m lucky they died, my twin sister was a bitch all the time and stole my first love from me” I let it roll out, not even Don’s gaze on me mattered “Maybe that’s why I don’t feel their demise at all” “You’re lesbian?” Cassie blurts out and I almost roll my eyes. With a sweet smile I turn to her “My sister is” She nods like she’s trying to wrap her head around it but she doesn’t have to, its right back at her.

Dax 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.

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

I smirked, my voice low and husky. "What the hell are you saying? Have you gone crazy?" she yelled, furiously. I cupped Allison's face, my lips inches from hers, but she pushed me away, her eyes flashing with anger and her chest raising and falling as she was breathing really fast. "We just met after eight years," she said, her voice firm. "Besides, I'm your sister." I smirked. "Step-sister," I corrected. Her face twisted in disgust. "Should I just call the nurse to push you out from here? I'm tired of you."