My Hot Sister Novels & Stories

Who knew, maybe if I pretended to have some fun, I would. I found out the hot tub—which I hadn't known existed until a few minutes ago—was out on the main balcony of the apartment. So there I sat, in a steamy, bubbly hot tub, drinking with two gorgeous girls. The fact that one was my sister was irrelevant, this was still one of the greatest nights in my life.

on my pussy. I gasped as my fingers pushed into my panties, kissing its way down to my throbbing clit. I imagined his touch. Rough yet tender. The way he would kiss me while his fingers rubbed circles around my clit. The way his fingers would seek my- "Looks like you're having fun." I heard my sister's high pitched voice and my eyes shot open. They connected with her cold blue eyes and a mocking smirk. Celeste. My older sister and the golden child. The one who had been haunting my real life since the day I was born.

"She is hot. Like really hot. Like maybe even hotter than Bonnie. And she is new. And she is single...I want to meet her." I stared at him. "You want to meet Bonnie's sister?" "Yes. Obviously. Why would I not want to meet her?" "Because she is Bonnie's sister." "That is exactly why I want to meet her. She is related to Bonnie. That means she has good genes." "Jensen." "I am just being honest. You are the one who got the hot one. I am just trying to get my own hot one." I shook my head. I actually didn't know what to say.

But my sister's face contorted in anger, and she snapped, "You're not here for me. You're never here for me." The argument escalated, and my sister stood up, her eyes blazing with anger. I followed suit, my heart racing with anticipation. We were standing at the edge of a cliff, the wind whipping our black, long hair into a frenzy. The ground beneath our feet was uneven, and the drop-off was steep. Her face contorted in a mixture of jealousy and rage. "I'm so jealous of you," she sighed, glaring venomously. "Mom treats you like a treasure while I'm treated like a rag. I just wish you could die."

“Look, Yasmeen, I don’t see you in that light, okay? I am sorry that you can’t seem to find yourself a suitable mate, but you are like my baby sister, and what you are suggesting is nothing short of disgusting.” I blink as I look at him. Sister? Is he mad? Are his migraines back? We don’t share the same blood. Does a sister’s honey pot pulse at the sight of their brother? I think not. HE is my mate, my monster, my man. I just have to show that to him. I move back towards him, and raise my exposed thigh up to his waist as I let my arms encircle his neck. “Little sister? Can’t you smell the aroma of my arousal? Does that scent seem sisterly to you?”

She was far too strong for that which made me feel like an even bigger idiot. “Who I am doesn’t matter. Why I’m here however…” Without giving her the chance to finish her sentence, I made a beeline for the bedroom door. Only I hadn’t been expecting what happened next. My sister… the person that looked like her appeared out of thin fucking air right before my eyes. “I’m guessing you won’t be coming quietly then. Never mind this way is much more fun” A fireball formed in her hand as I began to back away, an evil smile spread across her face. Whoever this sadistic bitch was could have all the fun she wanted, but I sure as hell wasn’t going down without a fight. “Where is my sister?” Keeping my

I am very grateful that my sisters and Katrina are here. My heat is still a raging fire that only gives me a few hours where I don’t have an uncontrollable need, not just a desire, to have sex with Alec. So it’s fallen to my sisters and Katrina more so to be host to Isis Adio.

” Damian ~”Hey you know my sister is hot. Gunner ~”Your sister is not hot, she is fucking scorching.” Dominic ~”I can't believe you two assholes are talking about how hot his sister is. What the fuck happened to respect for your hot sister?” Trayton ~”How the fuck do you know how hot his sister is?” Dominic ~”He showed me the picture.” Damian ~”Do you want to see boss?” Trayton ~”Yes. No! I mean no! I have my own wobbling hottie at home.”

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

Suffice to say she’s a little bitter that he pulled the plug on their short-lived romance. “You’ve got a few sisters, don’t you?” Reid asks, smirking. My eyes fly wide. “Oh hell no!” He tosses his head back, laughing. I point a finger in his direction. “Anyone who touches one of my sisters is a dead man. Besides, they’re too young for you, bro.” I say it jovially, but I keep a hint of warning in my tone. I’m fiercely protective of my three little sisters. “I’m just fucking with you,” Reid sputters, reaching for his beer again. “Theo’s got a hot sister, too.”