Sister Twists Novels & Stories

After a few minutes, I'd had enough. I knelt at the edge of the bed and grabbed my sister's legs, pulling her to the edge. Tori squealed and opened her legs, wiggling her hips in my face. I wasted no time as I wrapped my arms around my sisters legs and dove into her sweet, wet pussy.

She had excitedly told me that she was too. “Let’s see!” she says, pulling back and looking at my neck. I realize that while my sister and I aren’t identical twins, we unknowingly dressed in nearly identical dresses today and she must have had her hair done by sprites as well. The only difference I can tell between us is that the sprites have accented her natural curl while my hair is still straight. Even the flowers in her hair look like the ones in mine. As she looks at my mate mark, I look at hers. Then we both squeal and hug again.

I shot him one last glare and then, scurried out of the room. *** I went to look for Stephanie. We really needed to have a sister-sister talk. I saw her blowing kisses to other guys in the party “Stephanie,” I called and she turned to look at me. Her smile went slack and in its place was hatred. How can twin sisters hate each other over a guy? It’s unheard of, and we need to settle it today. I had been so calm and making excuses for her but no more. We need to settle wherever this bitterness and hatred is coming from.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

Shooting me a jealous look, she said, "No, that's not it! Yelena is definitely not a good person. She must've tricked you somehow. I'm your online girlfriend, not her!" "Whether you are or not doesn't matter anymore. Either way, the person I like is your sister," Xander retorted, his gaze frosty. Tears slipped from Marissa's eyes, though they were born of sheer fury. She let out a crazed scream, but in the next second, Dad gave her a good, hard smack across the cheek.

I scream laughed in protest as he flopped me down on the couch and stared at me from the other end. "That's all you got?" I challenged immediately, jumping up for a 'sneak attack' that wasn't so sneaky. Of course even without the whole hearing people's thoughts thing Edward would have seen my attack coming. I launched myself off the couch, springing forward to grab him around his neck and take him to the ground. That was the plan at least, I got up to him but instead of wrapping my arms around him he redirected me and I was laying face first in the throw pillows on the other end of the massive sectional couch. "Ooo you sneaky bitch!" I flipped around and saw him holding his stomach as he lau

Rishi spoke with a tint of devilish smile. Anbu glanced at him suppressing her smile and she said " I wasn't looking at you, it's just i...I just..." She stammered due to his constant gaze on her. " You know, You look so cute when you try to lie about something " Rishi teased her more, for which Anbu lowered her gaze and mentally cursed herself for being obvious. " Let me get fresh up, " saying that Anbu escaped from his teasing. Walking into his sister's room she closed the door and stood leaning on it.

She looks exactly like a seductress in rags. Fuck, she is good turn on. "Do you miss me?" She took my hands away from her arms, wrapped her arms around my neck instead. "That answers to my question, you do miss me, Dante." Her name sounded ridiculously sexy in her mouth.I want her to call it again like a seductress she is. "You told me my sister is the real witch. She enchanted a love spell on me and made me love her instead of you?" "Um um. I am the one who you are supposed to love. She did something to you and I am trying to figure it out how to take this spell out of you."

"I hadn't seen your face in years. Is everything all right?" Amaya covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, which made me smile. "Don't be silly... I've been busy with some important matters, but I've finished them," I explained and kissed her on the head. "What's got you both so animated?" "It's a silly thing from a series we both like," my sister explained. "Turns out I'm not the only Twilight fan in the world; there's another one right here, and she loves Damon Salvatore just like me. She's trying to get me to join her book club to read motherly obscenities."

“No need to—” Just then, another blur of auburn burst through the onlookers. A second girl, identical down to the freckles and the frayed hem of her dress, skidded to a halt beside them, panting hard. “Let her go!” the newcomer snapped, yanking her sister’s arm from Riven’s grip with surprising strength. “We were just playing; she didn’t mean to cross the path!” They were twins. I saw it in the way the silent one clung to her sister’s sleeve, and the way the sharp-tongued one shielded her with her body. The speaking twin glared at Riven, then at me, chin high.