My Sister Is Hot 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.

I’m freaking myself out with this. “Okay. This is so exciting.” Adira says overjoyed over cooking meat. I wish I could ignore her sister like she does. But I can’t help but feel something is off. I think I’m old enough when a girl is flirting with me. I don’t want to let my guard down and get caught off guard. I can tell she’s testing the limits to see how Ill react.

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

I feel the heat rise up to my face. He just openly complimented me and in front of his sister. His compliment does things to me, mostly because I could feel the desire in his words but it’s even more intense when he admits it in front of his sister. I feel all hot and bothered now and I don’t know what to do about it. So I just turn away, unable to hold his smoldering gaze. “I have a sister now. This is freaking awesome!” Carina drew up my attention as she starts to jump on her toes. “Oh I have so much to ask… so much to talk about… where do I even begin?” she starts to pulls me, dragging me off along the hallway.

she groaned before taking that second drag. That was when it hit me. When her body had shuddered, I had been reminded of the way my friend Christy had looked when she had an orgasm. I had known for years that my sister was very attractive, and that she had a "smoking-hot body" as my friend Danny had so crudely put it. Christy's body was disturbingly similar to my sister's. They both had nice, big tits, hips that tapered into a fairly narrow waist, and my sister's lips even reminded me uncomfortably of Christy's.

I cannot seem to understand how it's this could happen…if my sister is dead; do I have to remain at this position forever? I cannot believe that she is no longer here. I've been waiting for her but she was never going to come back. I've been hoping that I would see her. I've been waiting for to hear her voice, I've been waiting for anything that would show me that she was still here. Fey is no longer in this world. I can’t believe that my sister is dead. I will not see her any longer. I can't even begin to understand how to control myself. How can I make sure that my heart is ready to accept this?

I hear the she wolves are hotter than hot out there. "Luke, be smarter than this." My sister is sitting on my bed, cross-legged, going through her social media. I look in the mirror on my dresser. Running a comb through my dark brown hair. I give myself a wink and a smirk. "Swift. You do it. I don't want this shithole."

My sister wanted my cream as much as my mother did. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" I roared in agreement. I watched my sisters’ eyes grow wide as my first fiery blast sprayed her walls. I knew she could feel my hot cum filling her belly as I pumped wad after wad deep inside her. "That's it...give it to me...give it to me." My sister chanted as I unloaded in her.

but my sister would ask Jas Something and they'd talk. Jas brushed my knee with hers and I looked at her. "You okay?" I smiled, "just looking at you guys..." "Thank you for letting me join you and your sister, she's really sweet." "I think she see Justin Bieber in you.." I said and we both laughed as Jas put her hand over my shoulder, "Barbie.. do you see a Justin Bieber in me?" My sister shook her head, "You're a girl, Justin is a boy..." "Good point.. so what happens what should I do to your sister for not telling the truth..?"

If anybody should be gay here, it should be him and not me, hands-down. "Her name is AJ Hamilton," Max takes the liberty to answer for me. "And she's smoking hot, dude." Bell angrily clears her throat, "Ahem." "But obviously not as hot as your sister," Max quickly adds, avoiding his girlfriend's piercing glare of fury. "Gross!" Troy gags, turning his nose up at the idea of his sister being hot. "No," I openly disagree with Max, flipping through my law book this time 'round, not really paying any attention to what I'm reading, "she's hotter."