Sister Twists Novelas e Histórias

Her long, slim henna-tattoed arms were snaked around his neck and their mouths were joined, drinking ravenously from each other. I was not angry, not really. I was incredulous that Jacob would kiss my sister in public, in broad daylight. And that my sister would kiss Jacob in broad daylight, in public. Did he not know how I felt about him? Did he really care? Did he really like me or was it all in my head? Had I read the signs wrong? I sat outside in the evening, ignoring the whining of mosquitoes and the biting breeze, pondering on why Luc would kiss Jacob. Did she not know how I felt about him? Did she not care? Had she liked him all these while?

As an actor she had proved to be a very good Lier, telling a big lie with a straight face and you might begin to doubt the truth once you find out. “Oh my goodness; Liam. I didn’t know. It’s me Daisy, your sister” she said and ran over to were he sat and held him tight. “I had this feeling that it was you, memories of our childhood flashed before my eyes but I still had to ask” Lara said softly in a voice that seemed as though she would cry any minute. “I’m sorry, here I am angry that you forgot about me; are you investigating the attempt on your ife?” “No, actually”

And what role did I play in this intricate tapestry? Pondering fate’s threads, my phone shattered the silence. The screen illuminated with the name “Alyssa.” My oldest sister and the twin sister to Briar. I could feel my heart race as I glanced down at my phone and saw Alyssa’s name flashing on the screen. Alyssa, the stern twin of Briar, was the epitome of unpredictability, much like wildfire. Her laughter would echo through the palace corridors, resembling the mischievous sprite that she was. Despite her lighthearted demeanor, she possessed a ruthlessness that rivaled our father’s.

Her eyes wide and eager. "Ummm," she said, as she shluck, shluck, shlucked up and down my dick. My sister didn't need instruction this time. It was like she took what she learned with her hand and simply applied it to her mouth. She added little flourishes as she went. Twisted and swirled her tongue in all the right ways. But it was more than her actions. Her enthusiasm, her affection, it took everything over the top. Natural born cocksucker sounds like an insult, but I'm telling you my sister should have it engraved on her wall. Calligraphed onto sheepskin. She was that fucking amazing on her first go.

She had excitedly told me that she was too. “Let’s see!” she says, pulling back and looking at my neck. I realize that while my sister and I aren’t identical twins, we unknowingly dressed in nearly identical dresses today and she must have had her hair done by sprites as well. The only difference I can tell between us is that the sprites have accented her natural curl while my hair is still straight. Even the flowers in her hair look like the ones in mine. As she looks at my mate mark, I look at hers. Then we both squeal and hug again.

When we are all close, I see that the girls are all beautiful and different from each other, two are blondes, one redhead and one brunette. “What's up little sis?” Bryan asks as he hugs the blonde who waved at him. So, this is his sister, Ness, you can see some similarities, like the green eyes and blonde hair. “Yes, you are, now let me go.” Ness pushes him. “Friends, this is my sister Ness, this is Liz.” Bryan indicates the other blonde. “This is Sarah.” He indicates the redhead. “And this is Rayka.” Bryan indicates the brunette. I can't help but notice that she looks angry at him when his name is spoken. If the brunette is beautiful, I imagine that smiling must be even more beautiful.

Before him was a Queen worthy of him and his dark ambitions. “How about a kiss, sweetheart?” He smirked and blew her a kiss mockingly. Dark Sister sashayed closer. Her dark grin, her steps, the sway of her hips—it was all calculated for a response. Dark sister reached out and gripped his chin with her sharp, deathly claws.

She pauses for a moment, turning to look at her sister who’s walking toward us with a mischievous look on her face. It’s really quite interesting how utterly alike they are, yet they hardly look anything alike. Between Amelia’s dirty-blonde hair, hazel eyes and slim build, and Anna’s dark brown hair, light brown eyes and thick build, you’d never imagine that they’re sisters—much less twins. She leans into my ear, whispering, “You wanna come sit in the hot box with us?” Wow…that was blunt—no pun intended. “Uh…” I arch a brow, shifting my gaze back and forth between Amelia and Anna.

It tasted like sheer heaven. What would happen if the most fantastic smelling, the most fantastic tasting, pussy you ever came into contact with was your sister's? Your little sister's? (Nah, don't incriminate yourself. Let's stick to Winston's case). Winston's cock hit 110% on the stiff-o-meter. His sister masturbated with a vibrator. Yep, his sister masturbated with a vibrator. He had to think it twice for the idea to penetrate fully.