Sister Twists Novels & Stories

she said again, a hint of a growl in her voice this time. "For Pete's sake Cassie, just sit in the other one damnit!" I growled back. "Move!" "No," I replied turning my attention back to the television. "Fine," she snarled then reached down and latched on to my nipples through my shirt. Now I've had, and given, my fair share of titty twisters before, but my sister had to be by far the best at dishing them out. The pain searing my chest was evidence of that. Without thinking I grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands downward away from my bruised nipples. What happened next caught us both by surprise.

“You don’t?” “We don’t live together.” Isabella laughed — a little too loud. “Oh my God, I hope not. That would be weird. You’re his stepsister.” Ainara’s eyes narrowed. Isabella leaned in, voice playful. “You know, there are so many pornos about that trope. Stepsister, stepbrother. It’s a whole genre.” Ainara didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled sweetly. “Do you watch those kinds of p**n, Isabella?”

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

“She won't speak up at first, but if we torture her well enough, we will get our answer. I can lead you to the house right now…” I slowly start to clap my hands. Boy, I have been so amused by this. They all turn around, and Gwen sighs and rolls her eyes. “Brilliant plan, Sister. I have always known that you have it in you.” I say. “Oh, please,” she huffs. “We all know that the girl is trouble! Have you forgotten the prophecy? This girl has come here just to destroy you and–” Everyone gasps as I wrap my fingers around the throat of my sister. She immediately chokes and her face turns bursting red.

When Dominic and Vivian finally turned away, muttering something about greeting a business associate, Christabella stepped forward. "Oh, Sister!" She exclaimed, grabbing my hand. "I'm so happy you finally found love. You don't know how happy I was when I saw the news about the two of you dating. It was like a dream come true!" Her loud, high pitched voice drew the attention of everyone, their eyes widening in surprise as they turned to look at her. "Oh my God, who is she?" "I think they're sisters." "Isabella Sterling has a twin sister? I’ve never heard of her before."

Her sister called her minutes ago. Her sister was alive. Unless Her phone powered itself back on. She did not touch it. The screen lit up. Incoming video call. From her sister. Her hands felt numb. She answered. The camera showed her sister tied to a chair. Crying. But something was wrong. The room behind her looked familiar. Too familiar. Her eyes widened. That was not her sister’s house. That was this house. This room. The camera angle shifted slightly. Her sister looked up at someone standing in front of her.

I giggled and started to shrink in my seat to hide. "Sis, you're embarrassing sometimes," I purred at her. "One day, someone is going to jump into this car and insist on coming home with us because of you playing this.... Twilight fans are weird... and with our luck, it'd be a blood sucking leech." "That would be very fun~ We could slowly kill the leech!" She stuck her tongue out at someone flipping us off. I giggled and shook my head. "You're the best sister I could ask for," I muttered. "You should turn it up a bit more. I don't think the people inside the buildings can hear it yet." She stopped on the brakes.

“You’re My Sister from this day forward. Tears cut clean tracks through her usual smirk. “I thought you stole everything. Turns out you were the half I never knew I lost.” I laughed—wet, broken, perfect. “Guess we’re rewriting more than the veil.” The mist curled up between us, forming two coyote heads that touched noses, then dissolved into silver butterflies. Every butterfly carried a tiny spiral on its wings. Seras wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Still hate your skateboard,” she muttered. “Still hate your cheer bow,” I shot back.