My Twins Sister Novels & Stories

Thelma pouted and glanced at the shoe. "What's so lucky of that trash? You are a disgrace to all pretty twin in this world. Aargh! Disgusting!" Theresa sassed and pushed the glass entrance door open. They were welcomed by the piercing gaze of the employees. Do you remember that silent stare you get when you walk into a new building or school? This was how the moment was. Everyone had left what they were doing to steal a glimpse of the identical twin walking in. Thelma and Theresa had a willowy figure. Thelma had pulled her brown hair into a ponytail while Theresa let her hair down on her shoulder.

our little sister eyes is sparkling with stars and she excitedly claps both of her hands and jump many times before she finally andbcompletely landed down on her own new bed. I laughed, "What could possibly be the reason for our little sister to show such excitement written all over her face" I inquired and petted her head while Ashtrea tucked some of the strands of her hair that get in her eyelashes. And began to brush it with her own finger that is white and slender perfect to play the piano. That's my sister! Hmm. "Well Big Sis. There's a twins who were strolling around downstairs and" Twins? Strolling? Downstairs? Definitely a weird stranger! Oh no.

"I'd never think of that sha. There's Tobi and then, your brother. He'd probably murder me if I should make you cry again." She chuckled. "Yeah, right. I mean the world to him, well, after sister Jade sha." I caught a weave of jealousy. "Wait, are you jealous of your brother's girlfriend?" "Of course yes, he's always thinking and talking about it. Heck, the first words the twins said was Jade. Imagine, she's more popular than in that house than the rest of us." She rabbled on and I smiled. "Then, start thinking and talking about me too. Make him jealous too. Tit for that."

she pointed at James and me, “follow me to my office.” I swallowed hard. ‘We’re so dead! She probably noticed I took a picture of the twins,’ I thought to myself. As we walked to Ana’s office, James checked in with her. “How have you been, Ana? It’s been so long since we saw you.” “I’m a single mom now, but I’m happy because my kids arrived. By the way, meet my babies, Princess Xenna Clinton and Prince Xenno Clinton. Babies, meet Tito James and Tito Alex,” Ana said as she introduced the twins.

It was she who was representing her twin’s name. “Are you sure you want to know the truth?” Yvette asked coldly. Trisha nodded. She’s eager to know a side of her. She’s fond of her and she already put her one hundred trusts in her. Yvette shook her head and smirked. “And you think I will trust you? You’re one of my twin’s bullies,” she raised her brow. Trisha’s eyes widened. “T-Twin? Yvonne… she has a twin? But…”

In the distance, the lapping waves sounded like a melody dancing along the shoreline. I clutched my handbag in one hand, my shoes tapping gently on the cobbled path leading to my house. The house stood majestically with large windows overlooking the ocean—my sanctuary of quiet and peace. As soon as I opened the front door, shrill laughter greeted me, flowing from the living room. The clinking of plastic toys was followed by the sound of little feet running around. Before I saw them, a scene came to mind—the twins, cheerful and full of energy, like waves that never stop rolling.

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

I am always wet for them. I can not control myself for some reason. It's always been like that, ever since the very first day that I met the twins. I have never had control of my bodies reaction to the twins. I'm thoroughly convinced that either one of the twins could sneeze and my pussy would get wet. Even now, when my heart has been shattered by the both of them, I can not help myself. Fuck, why can’t my body just agree with my stupid fucking mind?

Our newly adopted cat stared at me from the couch like she paid rent here. Noah paused near the door guiltily. “...Maybe.” “Oh my God.” Emma burst into laughter. “That means no.” I pointed dramatically toward the kitchen. “Food. Cat. Now.” The twins ran in opposite directions while I struggled to put on my heels one-handed, this was exactly why people needed second parents Or clones or even personal assistants. Five minutes later, with the school bus driving off with twins I was sprinting toward the bus stop with my folder pressed tightly against my chest while cold morning air whipped through my dark hair.

the other one argued confusing me. "Stop being a nitwit," the first girl smacked her sister in the head. "Ouch," she winced, glaring at her sister. "Don't mind her, I'm Maya and she is Naya," she reintroduced, smiling. "How the hell am I to tear you guys apart when you look so alike? It feels like you're both staring into a picture and staring right back at yourself." "What's the fun in being twins if you can tear us apart?" Naya smirked.