Sister Twists Novels & Stories

I scoped the area to only see the two girls, I didn't know what the fuck their names were but I knew they were twins and I knew they were friends with her. As they walked past me, I stopped them. "Where's Isabella?" I asked, watching as they looked at each other before they looked at me. "We don't know" they both said in unison. This was some twin telepathy shit and I didn't fuck with that. "I'm pretty sure you do. Where the fuck is she?" I asked once again feeling even more angry. I hated repeating myself. "She just left. Don't bother looking for her." One of them said before they walked away.

Whilst she was at it, I re-applied my make up. She groaned. “But brother it is your award. Mind you, you’re the special guest. The whole party and event was planned just for you. You can’t ditch like you always do at the other business functions,” she pauses. “No! Don’t you dare use the I don’t have a date excuse on me. It might work on mom and dad, not me!” she pauses listening. I look at my wrist watch and huffed. I need to go back to the event about to start soon and I didn’t want to be rude by just walking out. And Katy didn’t look like she was going to get out of the phone very soon.

She adjusted her cranky but slender body, which looked as if it had stood the taste of time. “That means I'm not alone.” “You have never been alone. I'm not a strong witch like my sister who was killed, that's why I couldn't do much. But, under the leadership, I'll give my all. Even if it's my life.” “I must ask. How did you survive the execution?”

I smiled and said, "I don't know why Lenora would say that, Emma. I've always seen her as a younger sister, and she's always been close with my brother, Jerome. Everyone knows that she loves him, not me." Lenora's eyes flew wide. "I love you, Andre! Not Jerome!" Then, she burst out laughing. "I get it now! You're jealous and upset that I gave the watch to Jerome on your birthday, so you're using Raven to piss me off, aren't you?"

"Auntie!" I looked up to see a black colored hair girl. She is wearing a dress that reached the middle of her thighs, barely. Barely reaching the middle of her thighs. The neck of her dress was cut low as well and her boobs are showing. "Hi Vivian", Aunt Elena said and my lips twitched. "Is this William?", the girl asked as she pointed at William with a dirty smile on her face. Disgusting. "Yes but he came with a date today", Aunt Elena said and Vivian's face fell.

A real battle against myself, my family, and the man I'm pretty sure murdered my sister. The man I'm about to marry. I wave away the hair and makeup ladies, only pausing to glance at myself in the mirror. My hands tremble as I fix the pins keeping my braids in place. I'm terrified of going through with this. I remember the way Freya sounded the last time I spoke with her, only days before she was found dead in the bathtub, allegedly of an overdose. Even though my sister never once did drugs and hated the stuff. She sounded scared, terrified, and refused to speak above a whisper. I could barely hear her—wind kept whipping into the receiver. I was annoyed at the time because she wouldn't talk

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

I guess she could feel the restrictions of being able to glide easily because she smirks. She thrusts the remaining of the strap on inside me and I scream a pleasurable moan. She slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. She continues this until I adjust to the size of the dildo and leans down to kiss me. Her hips move in a passionate rhythm and I wrap myself around her.