Hypnotized Sister Novels & Stories

‎My very own twin sister— Victoria was stack naked on my bed, riding my husband's cock like it was an antidote to a snake bite. ‎The scene was like an ice bath thrown onto my spine. ‎I stood there— cold and motionless, unable to make sense of the taboo before me. ‎ ‎‘I must be dreaming,' I thought. ‘Daniel and Nadia wouldn't betray me like that.' ‎I closed my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief. ‎I hoped once I opened my eyes— all would be well with the world.... Except... ‎My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a hoarse growl from my beloved sister.

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.

Desperate people did unpredictable things. Back in my lodge, I tried to focus on preparing tomorrow's treatments. The confrontation had left me drained, but there was work to be done. I measured out herbs with mechanical precision, trying to lose myself in the familiar routine. I held my sister's insecurities in my hands now, and she knew it. The irony wasn't lost on me—five years ago, she'd destroyed my world because she thought Damon would choose her. Now she knew he never really had. I reached for the herbs in the cabin, calculating dosages, that's when I heard the lock click.

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

I could feel my mother's hot breath wafting across my ass, and heard her fingers frantically working in and out of her drenched pussy. "Oh, fuck yes, that's so hot!" she groaned. My sister bit her lip and shook her head beneath me, and I know she had heard it too. I was revolted, and yet my dick was completely hard and I was thrusting in and out vigorously. My mind was screaming in protest the entire time. I really wanted to stop! Only, I wasn't capable of doing it. "Oh, God, we're still hypnotized!" I groaned weakly, still fucking my sister as if my life depended on it.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

XYLUS I'm stunned. I can't even feel my legs. I'm standing, I'm breathing, I'm moving, but I'm not inside my body. Not after hearing my own sister look me dead in the eyes and threaten to kill me. Rosie. My baby sister. My blood. And she meant it. Her facial expression didn't look forced. Her voice was calm... steady... sane. She wasn't hypnotised. The threat doesn't break me, but the fact she stood beside a monster who butchered our parents, that's what breaks me.

His hands are tightly fisted and his face is turning an alarming shade of purple. “This is about Hilda, isn’t it?” he asks menacingly, stepping closer to Soren. “You’ve somehow managed to hypnotize my sister into falling in step with your crazy plans, that’s what this is about,” he grinds out, shaking off my hand and stepping right into Soren’s face.