Soul Eater Thompson Sisters Novels & Stories

This could be it, his mind shouted inside. “She’s my sister,” Cali somewhat stuttered. “I am Gloria Thomson. Sophie Hamilton was a friend of mine.”

**** “What in hell…’’ I muttered under my breath, sizing up the strange female figure seated beside Thompson. What seemed even more amusing was the suitcase standing before the couch. “We have been waiting for you, lycan king Cyril.’’ Thompson rose, gesturing at the female beside him. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, but it totally seemed like it. “And this is?’’ I couldn't keep back my curiosity, my gaze fixed on the lady's protruding belly. “She is Eliza, Alessia's sister-in-law.’’ He wore a smile, backing his sarcastic display. “Good day, our high king.’’ She stood, bowing shortly. “What brings you here this time?’’ I directed at Thompson, my blood fuming at the thought of his n

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

She crawled over her sister like a woman possessed, swung one leg over Sophia’s face, and sat down hard, grinding her soaked pussy against her twin’s mouth. “Eat my fucking pussy while he destroys you,” Selena moaned, grabbing her sister’s hair and riding her face aggressively. The sight was insane. I was pounding Sophia’s pussy and ass with all three cocks while she desperately ate her twin sister’s cunt. The twins were making out with each other’s pussies, moaning and whimpering into one another while I used them like living fuckdolls. Sophia’s body was shaking violently. Her pussy was stretched to its absolute limit around my two upper cocks, juices squirting out with every thrust. Her as

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

I pulled out, switching to Elena's ass, fucking her doggy while Theresa rode my tongue—another squirt down my throat. The cycle blurred: asses fucked raw, pussies eaten to squirting oblivion, mouths filled with cum and fluids. I came first in Lucia's ass, pumping hot ropes deep, then made them lick it out—tongues delving into her gaping hole, swapping the load. Next, Theresa's pussy, filling her until it leaked, Elena slurping it clean. Maria begged for my seed in her mouth; I obliged, fucking her throat until I erupted, cum overflowing her lips. The sisters licked it from her, then each other, a chain of filthy kisses.

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

I exclaimed. “You got to know this. You weren’t always Sienna, okay? You came into this house as Anabel, my nanny. Then someway along the line, you unveiled your identity as my sister who I believe died many months ago,” Ginevra explained. And I was like; is she crazy? How can I be bearing three identities? Luna and now Anabel when my real name is Sienna. “My sister’s soul entered into your body because you weren’t wearing your amulet. You two are of the same gene or something. You tend to lose your soul when you aren’t wearing your amulet. Do you remember how you misplaced your amulet before staggering to the street?” Ginevra questioned. “Uh, I…um, I took it off my neck, yeah, I was so angr

Max's POV I hadn't seen Hunter since Helena's funeral. Even though we were business partners on this massive deal to acquire old man Thompson's company, Hunter had been handling things remotely through his second-in-command. Can’t say I blamed him, losing your wife in a car crash isn't exactly something you bounce back from in a couple of weeks. When I walked into Sinclair Enterprises, I knew I was just using business as an excuse. The real reason I was here was Grace. She had just lost her sister as well.