Sisters Hot Friends Novels & Stories

“You really think she will?” “Well, I have to believe that,” Andrew said. “She’s my sister. And my mom… She has never stayed angry at me for long. They just need time to come to terms with our relationship.” Ada let out a soft hum and leaned into the couch cushion. “Maybe. Or maybe she won’t. Claudia was my best friend , I can tell you for sure that she is the kind who writes people off when they don’t fit her mold.” Andrew was quiet. The truth in her words hit harder than he wanted to admit.

“I think that was the start to a motivational speech, but I’m a little fucking confused.” Her eyes flutter shut, and she lets out a deep breath, trying hard to relax. What the hell is going on inside her head right now? “Those girls have been my sister’s friends for years. I know them, and they know me. And trust me when I say they make Regina George look like a saint.” “It’s your fault I understand that reference.”

- On his way to the hospital, Mitchell received a call from a friend. "About the bullying accusations involving your sister—there seems to be more to the story. It's been years, and surveillance footage from back then is long gone. But we interviewed former students and staff from the school. Apparently, while your sister and Maggie didn't get along, no one recalls your sister ever bullying her. Most of them said your sister wasn't the type to do such a thing. It's a bit of luck, but someone in a neighboring building recorded a video. It's blurry, but it clearly shows your sister didn't push anyone. Maggie fell on her own." Mitchell cut the call short, slamming the brakes and pulling over to

Timothy said with much envy and hatred, “All of your girlfriends are beyond stunning, Jens. Where did you meet them?” Baby Robbie embraced the sisters uninhibitedly and said, “I paid a big price to get these girls.” It took countless battles and sacrifices before he could receive his sisters’ sincere care. Savannah questioned him, “Are they all your girlfriends, Jens?” Baby Robbie looked at the sisters. They were being extremely cooperative and said, “We’re all his girlfriends.” Savannah’s face appeared frustrated.

Her hair flowed beautifully, and her green eyes looked at me with a smile as she approached the sink. I know her, and she must know me. We often meet at parties like this. Amanda Dimitriou, or maybe her twin: Rafaella Dimitriou. The sister of Maven Dimitriou, the best friend of my sister's fiancé. They were both at the same college as me. "Hi, Gretta." she greeted kindly.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

So we just carried on as best friends and ravished each other whenever we got the chance. Tonight's party had been our ultimate lesbian fantasy and we both looked forward to inducting four more girls into our sapphic society. Nicole and Nancy arrived next. No one could see the two vixens and not know they were sisters. They were so close in age, body shape, personality, and style that most people mistook them for twins. Rebecca and I looked forward to seeing how close we could entice the sisters to get with each other. We had long fantasized about the two sisters and had voiced our fantasies to each other during numerous long bouts of our sexual trysts.

I came prepared for this moment. Zaire is playing football in the sand with some of his friends. I recognize some of them from our school, but others I’ve never seen before. He probably made friends with them today. He’s that kind of guy—the kind who can make friends with anyone and everybody. Him and Katherine both. I’ve always been jealous of them for it. “Dude, she’s hot. Is she your girlfriend?” I hear one of the guys ask. I roll my eyes. “That’s my sister, you idiot,” Zaire huffs. “Don’t call her hot.”

She probes. "We kissed," I confess. I continue. "But, I am so scared. Sarah will be so angry with me. What if she finds out?" "Why do you even care?" She questions. "Because she is my sister, and I am messing around with her best friend,” I answer. “Someone I am not even supposed to look at twice, let alone do anything else with.” "Aiden is not your cousin or brother, he is just your sister's best friend," She tells me.

He was a weasely little perv. "And..." he said, "My friends back in Harrisonville always said you were really hot okay?" he said. Oh what a scumbag! He needed to make a girl jealous so he asked his sister out on a date because she was the hottest chick he could think of to make this girl jealous! But I sort of beamed, lording over him that he'd had to call me hot. I guess I can't disagree. I am a little woman, around 5'2 and weigh about 120lbs. I have long blonde hair, green eyes, big breasts, curvy hips, a tight butt, and smooth legs. I am hot, thank for noticing that, pervy friends of my brother. "Aren't you so sweet...brother," I said and made a kissy face.