Kc Undercover Sister Novels & Stories

“I miss you, Sister.” “Yuck,” K cringed and pushed her sister, Ember, off her. “Don’t call me that, Fathima Mae,” K teased as she knows Ember hates her full name – too girly, too feminine for her. Ember tsked and opened the seat of her motorbike. “Speaking of scavenging outfits, dead bodies, and these shadow economies in our government. Why the fuck are you here at Scavenger’s Hut? Didn’t know you could afford fancy food? Thought you were allergic.” K puffed another smoke and peeked past the black window pane, trying to watch the event happening inside.

We didn’t really know – his past was his business, and he kept it private, if he even knew it himself. “To whom do I owe the honor?” he asked with an almighty tone. He was enjoying this. “Sister Katrina, previously of the Black Star Coven,” she replied curtly. “So, Sister Katrina, surely you wouldn’t mind us using your little pocket here, do you?” he asked, raising his hands in front of his chest. Unlike typical witches, his fingers looked normal like he was a regular person. He was… a special case. Her face was hidden by the shadow of her black robe’s oversized hood, but I could sense the smirk that played on her lips. Jaymer gestured with his chin that we get… behind him?

He shrinks back as he slumps down in the chair opposite me. “No, I don’t need re-training. It is my job as your underboss and brother to check for any threats, and she is a threat. We don’t even know who she is. She is like a ghost. You can’t tell me you believe the bullshit she is spewing?” he has a point. I pick up the file again and open it.

I see my Uncles favorite, Kiki koala hugging him as Don Amato stands off to the side. I walk over and shake his hand. No thanks needed. He knows I'd do it for him no hesitation. Before I can get her attention I'm tackled by this little ball of death. "Hey little shadow what's new?" I ask with a smirk "Oh you know just the usual high school shit oh and this" she says while lifting up her protective gear showing her belly. "Congrats little sister now get off of me please" I tell her before getting off the ground.

The headline was: MCKINNEY HEIR'S MYSTERY BRIDE-LOVE STORY OR GOLD MINE? She stood at the kitchen counter and read it with her coffee going cold next to her. It had it all: the contract marriage-implied, though stated with a clarity that suggested someone who knew what they were talking about had been directly consulted-the ten-million-dollar price tag. Her own background: dance instructor, small salary, Ukrainian immigrant, Anna's younger sister. Anna's coma. The date of the wedding, the precise circumstances. Everything was pulled together into an insinuation, never directly stated as a fact but made so undeniable as to require no such direct confirmation.

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

I look in the room and saw Bryson, shoving a whole bottle of tequila in his mouth. “Don’t mind him, he’s heartbroken.” Said Parker. I nudged Zen in the arm to start introducing myself... “Guys, this is my sister, Zinnia Astra.” My brother started, yelping in pain. I flashed the boy my million-dollar smile and said, “Hello, I am Zen’s sister, you can call me Zinnia or Astra.” I seemed to catch Bryson’s attention as he stopped drinking and glanced at me. He looked me up and down, then drank again.

Hard to miss or forget. "You're just jealous because Daniel was staring at her all night," another woman replied. That sounds like Ficanzi, Nicholas' younger sister. She's close to my age, maybe a little younger, with light brown hair and eyes. I've only spoken to her once, but she seems nice. "I don't care what Daniel does. I already have Theo," Kianna replied. I heard a rustling sound like someone digging through their wallet, then silence, probably putting makeup back on. "They killed her boyfriend for taking her away, did you know? A guy from Moscow."

She scoots back to give my sister room to mount my cock but I pull her back towards me for another kiss. "You can watch from right here," I tell her, cupping her ass with my hand. Lauren rubs my cockhead against her wet slit a couple of times before slowly lowering herself onto my fully erect shaft. Kristina appears mesmerized as she watches my cock disappear between my sister's extended pussy lips. "Wow," Kristina whispers. "You're actually fucking your sister." She turns towards me in amazement. "Yeah," I answer just before she pushes her tongue in my mouth with a lustful urgency. Fuck. Could our incestuous coupling be turning her on? Sliding my fingers between her legs, I'm greeted by a h