My Sister In Her Panties Novels & Stories

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.

My eyes had flooded with tears; I couldn't help crying. I could be strong in front of outsiders, but I could not put on a brave face in front of my family. When Laura saw my older brother, she immediately laid the blame on me. "Your sister is talking nonsense, slandering my son and daughter-in-law, saying they are involved with each other. You'd better take her home and teach her a lesson!" she snapped. Before I could defend myself, Grayson hurried in. He ignored everyone and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me away. "Apologize to Scarlette—she slit her wrist and tried to kill herself," he demanded.

I took some pills for my hangover and felt considerably better. I took a long shower and got dressed in one of my favorite outfits. A simple white dress that falls just below the knee, with a small slit. One of the reasons I love the dress is because it's cinched at the waist, it also comes with a simple belt. I paired the dress with nude pumps and I was ready to go. I looked in the mirror and I looked like someone who had everything under control, which was why I picked this dress. To contrast how I felt exactly.

"Maisie, where are you? Please, I'm begging you to come back. I know I'm in the wrong..." Hearing his desperate, broken words pushed Rebecca closer to the edge. She was consumed with hatred for Maisie, secretly praying her sister had died somewhere, never to return. However, something happened that day that shattered her last remaining hope. She found Agatha clutching one of Maisie's few photographs, weeping uncontrollably and murmuring endless apologies. Rebecca finally snapped after holding in her anger all day. She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember s

She left. I sat at the desk for a long time after, with the supply log copy in front of me and the map and the crow’s note pressed against my ribs and the silver light threading slow and quiet between my fingers, and I thought about what it meant that my sister was still trying to suppress something she had never actually seen. She feared what she couldn’t name. And she was right to.

Slowly just enough to look like I understood. Liar. The word burned in my throat, hot and unspoken. My sister, my blood, standing there like she hadn't just plotted to steal my life. She glanced at Ethan, then back at me, and I watched the panic bloom behind her eyes like blood in water. “I shouldn’t interrupt you two,” she said too quickly. “I’ll go.” She took one step toward the door. Ethan moved faster than I expected. He stepped sideways, putting himself between her and the exit.

“How dare you touch me? Do you even know who I am? I’m Mr. Jennings’s fiancée! You picked the wrong person to mess with today. You’ve offended me, Linda Miranda! You must be a country bumpkin visiting Harbor City for the first time, huh? In this city, everyone bows their head when they see the Jennings family. Believe it or not, one phone call from me and you two won’t even find a bridge to sleep under in this city!” Beside me, my sister’s eyes filled with tears. She tugged gently at my sleeve, her small hand trembling. She choked as she said, “It’s okay… Let’s just forget it…” My heart skipped a beat. My sister had always been born frail, so the entire family cherished her dearly. The docto

That was the social climb she had sought, even if it meant burning me alive, the 'perfect man' she had convinced herself she needed. "Let's get her into isolation and call in another doctor," I said to the nurse, my voice betraying none of my turmoil. However, then, Silvia clutched at my wrist, her once immaculate nails then broken and bare. "No, you're my sister. You have to cure me!" I let out a harsh laugh and shook off her grip. "And who do you think you are?" "I'm your sister! You have to save me! I don't trust anyone else!" Her eyes were wild, almost monstrous.

"That's why you're here. Not to kill me. To warn me. To scare me into leaving." "Smart girl," they said. "Too smart for your own good." They reached into their jacket. I tensed, ready to fight, ready to run. But they didn't pull out a weapon. They pulled out a photograph. Alice's face. Alive. Smiling. The same photograph from my duffel bag. The one that had been stolen during the break-in. "You want to know what happened to your sister?" The figure held up the photograph. "She found something she shouldn't have. She asked questions she shouldn't have asked. And she paid the price."

I flung myself on him, and began kissing him and robbing him hard. Brian was falling.. falling and falling with every touch I made until her footsteps were heard outside the door. 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 Nelly's really something else!! 😕😕 What is Kelly gonna do when she finds her sister naked with her man?? 2k likes to unlock the next episode! 💘