The Sister Between Us Novels & Stories

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

After giving my wonderful sister a powerful yet gentle orgasm I took my position between her cream smooth thighs. We spend about 20 minutes just stroking in and out enjoying the feeling of a deep connection. The whole time kissing and caressing as our hands moved across one another's bodies. When we cum, we cum together in a beautiful crescendo of love. I fill my loving sister again with my seed. "Maybe a baby isn't wrong but we need to be careful. I love you Barbie, Forever and a day." "I love you too Kenny, like you said Forever and a day... and beyond." When we finished we lay there like this afternoon, the same as we did before we fell asleep happily in each other's arms.

My sister’s voice brought me back from wandering thoughts. I looked back at my sister. We were two opposites in appearance and character. My hair was dark brown, hers was the color of light honey. Her eyes were light hazel brown, mine were dark whiskey brown. She was the sweeter and lighter one of us. I was always shy and she was the outspoken one. I was thin, she was more on a plump side. She was ten years older than me and the mother figure in my life.

we need to have a peaceful party "is our dear sister coming or she in one of her adventure?" It's like I drop a bomb the three of us stay quiet for the next two minutes until Luther say" I mean I don't know I didn't say her an invite " don't get me wrong we love our family but when my sister is in town you know it every she goes she left a body behind and we have to clean up after her that alone is full time job that we don't need during the party before we could say anything we hear"BROTHERS!!!!" That can't be No no no running out of the office she can't be here better question is how the hell did she gets here without us knowing coming short in the leaving room who do I see my dearest si

And I walked towards her, but before I could get close to her side she already turned her gaze to where I was and smiled. "Hi brother! You're already here!" she greeted and I stepped closer to her. "Yeah.So how long have you been here?" I asked and I couldn't help but to look at her body that I could almost see the delicate parts of it because of her, wearing just a sexy red two-piece swimsuit. So I felt the rising temperature around us, my body feels so hot in heat of lust for my wife’s sister. I know it's wrong! But I just can't help it. And I feel like I'm choking with the desire I have for Leysa so I loosened up the tie I was wearing.

He was a stranger. Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e

My sister wanted me to be her Beta, and honestly, it's all I ever wanted, the two of us ruling the Xarano Pack side by side. We were almost like twins, except my sister was definitely the tougher one. Both of us have wavy, pitch-black hair that we inherited from our father, and our skin has a warm, caramel-like complexion, thanks to our mother’s mixed heritage. Our eyes were a cool grey, like subtle storm clouds, and we were both tall girls; my sister being the tallest, standing at 5 feet 11, almost 6 feet, while I stood at 5 feet 9. We run across the open fields, the familiar forest stretching out before us, welcoming, like an extension of home. Our whole world is here—our family, friends,

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

Hearing that, the giant rock leaves my chest, and a loud laugh bursts out of my mouth. Zanele and I are identical twin sisters. We have the exact same bone structure, but her wolf beauty was always a little bit brighter than mine. If this female has a face full of ugly spots, she cannot be my sister. Zanele's skin was perfect. I slam the phone down and spin my cup of red wine around, a wicked, murderous look flashing in my eyes. I am the one who trapped her in the flames and listened to the wood snap. There is no way she survived that night. This ugly girl just has the same name. It is just a dumb coincidence.