My Hot Sister Novels & Stories

Talking about Tatiana like she was some free-for-all snack was the last straw. “No. Actually, I don’t,” I said coldly, every word articulated sharply. “But let me offer you some friendly advice.” I leaned in, voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “If you ever talk about my sister like that again—ever—I swear to God, you won’t live another fucking second.” Dave nodded ferociously as though it would make my words sink faster. “Good,” I muttered, straightening up. I was just about to tune in to whatever crap Athea was spewing when I turned back to Dave.

She turned around and looked at me with wide eyes… Ooooooookay? “You named it…” “Cutsiah? Yes. I don’t see why.” Now I get it. I turned around, suddenly feeling a little conscious to be around her. This is what happens when you bring ‘FAMILY’ into something you held dear. They always find… A loud “ooooph” left my lips as she crushed her front to my back, hugging me from my behind. “ I knew it. I knew it that everyone was wrong about you. You loved your sister so much more than anything in this world. And if not…” She spun me in her hold and looked at me with teary eyes,

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

Out of all the men in the world, the one I had hooked up with twelve hours ago was sitting across the table from me, sipping my father’s wine while discussing his engagement to my sister. Yes, My Sister! My chest tightened, and I felt my stomach drop. The fork in my hand trembled. I stole a quick glance at them. His fingers were entwined with hers, a half-smile resting on his lips. The same fingers that had left marks around my neck. The same lips that had swept across my whole body.

“I love how protective you are of my sister. But your wife needs you here with me.” Hunter exhaled heavily, his hands gripping me tighter. “But he’s also a player. He doesn’t do long-term.” He admitted. “I don’t want your sister getting hurt.” I hummed, sliding my hands over his chest, teasing the buttons of his shirt open. “And you think you’re being the big brother?” I nipped at his bottom lip. “You think she’s too naïve to handle a man like Max?” Hunter let out a rough breath, his resolve crumbling under my touch. “She’s not like other women.”

It means I’m going into heat, and I should stay out of sight from my mates, so I don’t end up begging them. "I’m going back to my room now. You can continue doing what you were," I said, embarrassed, rushing out. I heard him laughing. "You know you have mates. You can just call one of them. You don’t have to endure the pain any longer. Use them!" I can’t believe he’s telling me something like this. I’m his sister! Why would he advise me to do that? I feel so embarrassed that my brother is the first one to find out I’m in heat again, and somehow, it’s still comforting to know my family cares about me—except for the fact that he’s asking me to do some obscene things.

"Candice doesn't know her way around here. I'll go after her to make sure she's okay." I burst out laughing, but did not stop him. I waited until all the guests were done with the wedding dinner, and I knew it was about the same time in my past life when they ended up in bed. I stood up and pretended to sound surprised, "Where's Russell? Did he have too much to drink? Can everyone help me find him?" This time, I made sure to lead the superiors toward our new house. My older sister's favorite thing to do was to have me witness what she did with my fiancé. She wanted me to see them make love in our new house on the new bedsheets I bought specially for our wedding night. I wanted them exposed i