Sister Twists Novels & Stories

>>> Whiskey was a memory of warmth in my stomach as I sat in front of Gallena's TV table, which was very moody this time. "Fright Night, Evil Dead, or Night of the Living Dead?" I put the movie on my lap and waited for an answer. Gallena's muffled words could be heard from the bed. "Sixteen Candles." My eyes widened. "Sixteen Candles?" "Mmhm." This is bad. Very bad. "Are you really sure?" She sighed. "Yes, Gretta." "Okay. . . let me take it." I looked at my sister like she had grown two more heads as I walked out of the room. However, she only looked drunk and tired, covered by the Star Wars blanket.

She is. 一Piper, Paige's twin sister, it's nice to finally meet you, Carolina 一she stretched her hand towards me. WTF? like twin sister? what did I miss? what is this? Deep down inside though, I'm relieved that it's not Paige. I mean, it's not like I'm afraid of her or anything, it's just.... Paige is very, well, WAS very obsessive and vindictive. And only with me. And knowing it's not her fills me with calm, well, not much, the sister will be worse. Just seeing that fake, demonic smile on her face makes my skin crawl.

And now dressed like I’ve been thrown into an asylum. “Hello, sister… did you miss me?” Her voice drips with mock sweetness. “I told you to hold onto that necklace, but ooh, you didn’t listen. Tsk, tsk, tsk. It might’ve brought you some good luck.” I look up, blinking through the haze, straight into the face of my sister. My twin—though we look nothing alike. I’d swear on my life we weren’t even blood. What the hell is her role in all this?

"I scream, 'How is that possible?' as I glare at my sister, who is still grinning at me. Her approach is slow, deliberate. Her grin is still plastered on her face. 'Brother, why are you worrying so much?' she says. I take in her appearance: her wild curly hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, her bright green eyes seem to gleam with a wicked glint, and the corners of her mouth turn up into a sinister smile. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils, sweet and cloying. It reminds me of the false promises she's made and the lies she's told. I hear her footsteps echoing in the room, each step sounding like a warning. I can feel the tension in my muscles as she approaches me. My sister's p

Gwen requested. Lily and I French kissed as my girlfriend giggled and uttered some wows and yays. Next thing she did, she told me to take off my clothes and touch my pussy on my sister's twat on a tribbing act. I admit I loved fucking my sister and feeling her wet pinky rub on mine, but I disliked Gwen's infamous comments: "Oh, yes, that's what I call sister act. Oh, yeah, rub your pretty cunt against one another. Never seen two sisters getting along so well!" The bitch laughed her head off.

SORA'S POV:- When I was trying so hard not to mess up anything, I cursed my sister for being a bitch. She was my twin and the devil of my life. Sometimes I even wondered if our mother let a demon impregnate her because there was no way she was this evil without a demon's blood in her veins. I was struggling to open my eyes while my sister was enjoying my agony. She was tugging my long black hair so hard.

Panic surged, and she grabbed Stefan's arm and cried, "Stefan, what are you doing? Did you forget? I'll always be your little princess. I'm your sister, Amber. Your Amber." Stefan snapped, seizing her by the throat. "I don't have a sister who brings only misfortune," he said hoarsely. "My sister is Viola. Only Viola." Amber fought back with everything she had. Years of extreme stunts had sharpened her survival instincts. Stefan's body was also weak. His life revolved around touring, piano practice, and caution. He could not match someone who faced danger daily. Amber overpowered him with ease.

I pointed out and he chuckled. “It would have been better if that was the case. But I'll tell you the truth. Taloria's body has been inhabited by Ginger Carmine.” My heart missed more than a beat and I had a very hard time believing what he had just told me. What the fuck is going on? My sister is now some sort of tool for a witch? How is that even possible!? “You beast!! What have you done with my sister!!?” I yelled aggressively, trying to break free but the ropes were perfectly tied.

I couldn’t let this strange girl—whoever she is—twist my head. I pressed my claws a little deeper, and she winced, but didn’t flinch. “You think you’re smart?” I spat. “You dug up that secret somehow, and now you think pretending to be her will make me fall for it?” She didn’t answer. She just stood there, breathing heavily, watching me with eyes full of pain. I forced a bitter smile. “Alright then. You say you’re my sister? That you know me?” My voice dropped to a cold whisper. “Let’s put that to the test.”

"I know, but why do you think he would be doing all that? He had an affair with your sister; that's why he's hoping for her return." "Mom! You read too much into his kindness. Sis just ran away without letting us or him know. If he's the one, then why would she run when he's actually a nice man? Maybe she got pregnant by another man, but not him," Esther insists. "I don't know, Esther. But that's not the case now. Your sister has given birth to twins, and they're in the village," Mrs. Tonia announces. "What!" Esther and Favour both scream out, and just then, Lisa returns from school as it's the Friday weekend, and she's in senior class.