Other Sisters Novels & Stories

“But sisters do moan like desperate little sluts in heat, begging their big brother to fuck them harder. Sisters spread their legs wide open and cry for their brother’s thick cock to stretch their tight pussy until they’re sobbing with pleasure.” Her face flushed deep red. Her pulse quickened under my fingers as I slowly fastened each button, trapping her in my scent. “Sisters don’t just let their brother take their first time,” I continued, voice dropping lower, “they don't beg for it. They don't claw at his back, wrap their shaky legs around his waist, and scream his name while he ruins them. Sisters don’t just take their brother’s cock, they don't squirm and whimper like needy whores, mil

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

They turned and were about to leave, and when Isabella stopped halfway after getting to the door, turning back to Elliot again to ask, “Are you aware that your mistress and our mom are sisters?” Her brothers turned to look at her abruptly. Elliot's eyes widened all over again from his seat, and his mouth hung loose. “Mistress and mom are sisters?"

She did as her Mistress asked and answered the question. “Better than you’ve treated any one else – apart from us sisters,” Rose replied, not forgetting to be specific with her answer. Although it was but a sentence, the last part of it was specific enough. The sisters she was talking about were Daisy, Sunflower and herself. They were blood siblings! Born to the same mother and father. Though they had different demeanors and even had different hair colors, they were triplets! And Rose was the oldest. Daisy came after Rose and Sunflower was the last of the three.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

“It’s not ridiculous. Don’t you want to meet somebody new? Even if it’s not your mate, I’m so over seeing the same boys every single day. Sure, they’re technically men now, but we’ve known them literally our entire lives! It’s hard to see them as a real partner, when you’ve also seen how inane and immature they can be.” Cassie gave her sisters a sly smile, “Did you see how disappointed Randolph was when we turned 18 and none of us were their mates?” Evelyn snorted and Nora agreed grimly. “This is what I mean, thank the moon goddess that none of us were fated to their miserable asses. I’m not yearning to leave our pack, just to leave the same people and the same situations that we deal with

Girls standing in the hallway and talking about my husband. I really should start getting to read about Damian. I wouldn’t to be asked a question by a reporter someday about my husband and my brain comes up blank. It would be so annoying. I turned to a corner when a hand suddenly shove me to the floor. I looked up to see Steph and her minions. A part of me became angry, the larger part however softened at the sight of my sister. It had been a while that I saw her. I suddenly missed my sister. “Steph,” I stood to my feet

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.