My Sister Is Hot Novels & Stories

' she said with her eyes all over my body. Guess the rumours were true. Too many men had disappointed her and now she only has a sexual attraction to women. Personally, I think she is the hottest lesbian in the world. 'I do personally think that you're hotter than your brother and you would be my first choice.' 'So, you think my brother's hot?' she wore a grin on her face. 'No.' I stated instantly. 'Bit too fast for someone who he claims to be his and off limits to anyone who is not him.'

It is unfair how gorgeous he is. “Oh wow! I’m twenty-two also! See! I knew we would be like sisters! This is so exciting!” This girl is so high-energy, but her energy is contagious. She’s definitely pulling me out of my sour mood, even if it’s only a little bit. “I already have a bunch of sisters. I don’t know if I can handle another,” I tell her jokingly, my lips turning up into a small smile. “Oh, you can never have enough sisters! And clearly, I’m lacking in that department. I just have a broody brother. But he is pretty, is he not?” My eyes shoot open and my face pales at her question. What do I say?

"Great, just what I need to be forced to spend time with the Queen Bitch and her twin sister." His sister laughed. "Hey at least, you can go to school and say you had dinner with the two of them. That should impress all your limp dicked geek friends." Gio loved his older sister, but she didn't understand him, or what he was going through. She was everything he wasn't. Her dark-red hair, full lips, perfectly proportioned for her frame breasts, and tight heart-shaped ass were the first ones he went to in his mental spank bank. Most of his wet dreams and fantasies starred those lips, tits or ass wrapped around his dick. She was outgoing and had been popular in school. In fact, his older sister

Heat in my belly, wetness between my legs, that pulling ache in the hollow place where my wolf should have been. I wanted to taste him. My sister's husband. The man whose mouth still had Octavia's lip stain on it twelve hours ago in that courtyard while I stood at the back holding cloth and swallowing rage.

*******Step Siblings Heat**** "I'm cold," Soraya announced, as if this was a huge revelation. My younger step sister was always complaining about the temperature. I swear, she came out of the womb shivering. Despite the fact that we lived in Florida, where even the chilliest days were still hot, my step sister was forever freezing. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was sitting on the slate, sectional couch, watching the NBA Finals on the family's immense flatscreen TV. My step sister stood off to the side of the living room, her arms crossed around her chest, like trying to hug the heat into herself.

My sister didn’t change her tune, or go from hot to cold in a nano-second. “What aren’t you telling me?” She purses her lips together, defiance pouring out from her in liters. Her eyes filled with mirth as she undoubtedly swears me every name she can conjure up in her mind. It wasn’t my first rodeo with my sister and her temper tantrums and it certainly won’t be our last. It wasn’t abnormal for siblings to have rivalry or different opinions. We both had thick skin, and relenting to someone else wasn’t in our DNA.

My sisters sweet southern voice enters my ears. “Sure, but I locked the door and I’m not getting out of the bathtub.” I state firmly wincing at how rude I sounded. “Little sister we’re witches .. picking a lock is like childs play.” She says as she enters the bathroom rolling her eyes. I giggle at her statement feeling the bubbles of the champagne slightly easing my nerves, “you have so much to teach me big sis,” I say jokingly. We both laugh until she notices the champagne bottle and her eyes grow cold with fury.

She looked okay. "Niceee... had fun?" "Yeah I did actually.. your sister is pretty cool..." "Ewwww...." I said out loud, "she's whaaat?" She laughed, "what the fuck Mimi?" I shook my head, "Paris is my sister and the word 'cool' doesn't even begin to describe her. She's anything but cool.." "Come on.. she was cool that night..." I looked at her shocked and she laughed, "stop looking so shocked.."

"Chase, you've never even been this concerned about me. My sister just got here, and you're already this worried. Why are you so nervous? Don't tell me you… Are you interested in her?" The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Then, she started yelling at me. "No wonder you were so eager to bring her over. Are you trying to get with her? That's disgusting! How could you even think that?" she yelled. As I gazed at her angry face, I didn't feel like saying a word. Women were always like this. They always assumed whatever they were suspecting was absolutely true and lost their mind over it. However, I couldn't tell her about the situation, so I could only pretend to be a concerned broth

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.