My Sister Is Hot Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

The door slammed shut behind us, and before I knew it, I was caged between the door and his powerful frame. "M-Max..." I stammered, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. His eyes blazed with intensity. "So you don’t want people to know we’re step-siblings, huh?" My throat went dry. "I-I…" The words got stuck in my throat. How could I possibly admit that I hated the title because I wanted to be more than that? That I wanted to be his woman? "Yes, tell me, Bella," he urged, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned in, closing the distance between us until his hard chest brushed against my breasts. "Tell me."

The drama would be so unneeded and horrible. "Rose, let's go say hello to my friends."I whisper to my sister who's furiously tapping away on her phone. She does so to look extra feisty and to keep some certain types of men away. Not to brag, but, my sister is an incredibly beautiful dark skinned girl. When we were younger, I fought a lot to keep some scum bags away. I still do though, but this time they are not as much as before. As she herself has learnt how to ward some punks off.

“ Thanks but, not everyone wants that.” “ What do you mean?” she asked pulling out of our embrace. “ Your sister” “ Azalea likes you! She thinks you’re hot!” Sapphire almost yelled but she managed to lower her voice eventually. “ The other one,” I said, raising a brow at her. She cringed knowing I was talking about her eldest sister Aubrey. “ Oh…she just thinks you and Hector are a thing.” “ Well, is she and Hector a thing?”

I have been working on creating a hot-wife website to make lots of money from p**n. I also have two beautiful sisters, Brianna and Jordan. Brianna just turned 20 and Jordan is 18 and will graduate high school this year. Brianna is away in college. Brianna has developed into a very voluptuous young woman and Jordan is quickly getting there. Brianna is more outward than Jordan. When Brianna is home, I lustfully look at her and think whomever is fucking my sister is damn lucky. I know, I shouldn’t thing this way, but I know I would bang Brianna if I had the chance.

He kept fanning himself and barked orders at Katie, telling her exactly where to put the solar panel, to move the power cords to the shadier spot, and to position everything just right. It was nearly fifteen minutes before my sister finally made it back inside. She was red and swollen from the sun, skin peeling in several places. The moment she came in, she desperately started putting medicinal cream all over, wincing in pain with every touch. In my last life, the same thing happened to me. The moment I was shoved out the door, the heat scalded me until I was red and swollen all over because of the suffocating heat wave. I cried and begged my sister to let me back in, but she just snuggled i

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.