Lesbian Sisters Novels & Stories

I reply, getting ready to bolt out of here but she doesn't stop talking. "Nice to meet you too Gaby, and just in case you're wondering, yes, we're sisters and yes, I'm that famous model you see everywhere." She rants and I almost roll my eyes. She's obviously a bitch and I could tell by the way she stared at me that she didn't like me very much. "Well, I'll leave you two alone. We'll talk later Liam." I say to them, smiling politely at both sisters before walking away. My night definitely just got ruined. Thanks a lot Blondie.

A fog of shock dumbfounded Loney as he watched the two sisters mention each other's names. His head felt light, confirming Danica was a twin to Daniella. He went numb, little veins in his brain processing a bit of information. Both sisters seemed like strangers to him. They were still standing at the doorway, blocking the way for other customers. Daniella hadn't noticed Loney, as she gazed at her sister. Instincts of admiration and pain flunking her. Danica seemed not only to survive but also flourish wherever she found herself.

At the Wyatt family in Rivenesco, Lovellia, a handsome young man rushed into the house. Dustin Fox walked into the living room carrying a cake. Five gorgeous women came up to meet him. They were the five stunning sisters of the Wyatt family. The eldest, Amara, was dressed in office attire that did nothing to hide her amazing figure. The second sister, Bella, was cold and distant. Her beauty was marked by a chilling elegance. The third sister, Clara, wore a short skirt and high heels. She was no less than a seductive temptress. The fourth sister, Delia, was in casual dress. Her features were softer but no less pretty. The youngest sister, Elisa, was lively and charming.

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

Athleticism can compensate for failure to practice a dance routine, or bedroom antics and these ladies performed expertly. Our disposition didn't initiate a lesbian love fest. Both Amazons were purely heterosexual; good friends and comfortable with close proximity, if not their nakedness. My status was that of facilitator. I lured them into a triple kiss, with the added whimsy of Tadêfi's fingers playing along our lips so that she could capture every gasp, deep breath and moan.

"My sister's the one who's remarkable, not me. Caroline Waleski. She was one of the three senior who won the science fair this year. She wins every year. She's the one who's really remarkable." "I don't know your sister," Ms. Anderson said. She was looking so intently at Jane that she had to drop her eyes. "I only know you. Whatever she is — and I'm sure she's remarkable, too, if you say she is – it doesn't change the truth about what you are." Jane made herself look at her. She was holding her windblown hair back from her face with one hand. She would remember her that way for the rest of her life.

Clarissa cut me off before I could say anything else. She even grabbed Susan's hand and started pulling her toward the door. Susan looked overjoyed, clearly never expecting that someone as poor as her would be fought over like this. At last, Ms. Abbott looked at me before turning to the Newmans, who looked visibly embarrassed. "Both sisters have good personalities. Kayla Smith, the younger sister, is also a very thoughtful and sensible child." The Newmans had watched everything that had just happened. Seeing how obedient and well-behaved I was, they agreed to adopt me.

"Don't worry, Cindy. I won't get pregnant. Jeffrey and I use my other entrance whenever we sleep together," my sister, Celine Lowen, said as she swayed her body from side to side. A chill ran down my spine as I looked at her face. The feeling of boiling water surging into my nostrils and throat in my past life crashed over me. It took a long time, but I managed to calm myself down. "Wow. That's quite amazing," I said.

As soon as she saw me, she shouted, "Chase, you beast! Whose child is Yvette carrying? How could you do this? What kind of man are you? How could you sleep with my baby sister?" I knew I couldn't explain it away or defend myself. My whole body trembled uncontrollably. Dakota crossed her arms and said, "Don't bother explaining. Nothing you say will change the fact that Yvette's pregnant. Let's get a divorce. All your assets will go to me, and you will leave our marriage with nothing to your name. Consider it compensation for getting my sister pregnant." Her words made my blood run cold. It felt like I had just been thrown into the freezing depths of the ocean, and the chill seeped into my bon