Big Mouth Nicks Sister Novels & Stories

"Yes, grandpa. Jordan was my only sibling. Please exact revenge on that punk who dared lay his hand on my only brother. I beseech you!" The young lady who just spoke last and addressed Mr. Bruce as grandpa is the same one who revealed her alleged Lucien's identity to the Bodens a few minutes ago. Her name is Nikki Boden, and she is Jordan's only sister. Her brother's death has had a profound effect on her because they were extremely close and never did anything without each other. People frequently mistake them for twins because she not only resembles Jordan in character but also in appearance. Both have a striking resemblance.

he winked at me. A warm feeling appeared in my chest hearing him referring to her as my sister. I smiled. She was my sister. My beautiful, kind, small sister. Annie looked at Nick with a confused expression on her face once again. Nick looked at her and smiled. “She is my mate.” Annie gasped, “Oh, my Goddess. I knew it!” she yelled. I shushed her and she turned to me, placing a hand on her mouth. “You know?” Nick and I said at the same time.

She sighed then said; "Never mind if they find out how big that cock is." She was silent for a moment then gave me that nasty little smile again. "Speaking of, your hard again aren't you little brother?" "Oh yeah." So hard it was hurting again. "Sit up let me see." I pushed up to my knees my cock was sticking straight up and Megan let out a low whistle. "Oh look at that. You ready to fuck me Mark? You ready to break the rules and fuck your sexy big sister?"

“I love how protective you are of my sister. But your wife needs you here with me.” Hunter exhaled heavily, his hands gripping me tighter. “But he’s also a player. He doesn’t do long-term.” He admitted. “I don’t want your sister getting hurt.” I hummed, sliding my hands over his chest, teasing the buttons of his shirt open. “And you think you’re being the big brother?” I nipped at his bottom lip. “You think she’s too naïve to handle a man like Max?” Hunter let out a rough breath, his resolve crumbling under my touch. “She’s not like other women.”

She wasn’t looking at him but smiling shyly at Jayden. Right beside her was her twin sister, Annabelle, her total opposite in every way. Short skirt, heels clacking, heavy pink gloss, paired with a confidence aura of knowing the boys were going crazy over her. The Moretti twins were born and raised in the same Mafia household, yet like two different worlds. “Yo, sweet cheeks,” Jayden greeted. Jairo murmured a soft “hi” toward Isabelle, but she didn’t hear him. She was too distracted by Jayden.

Mandi was cumming over and over in the background. As Lori rode my cock she pulled my ear to her lips and confessed her undying love to me. She told me that no man could ever be me and that Nicks cock was just a tool to make her realize that she owed me more in my sex life and promised to provide that from now on. "Did you like fucking my sister?" " I liked watching you fuck her as Nick was pounding my pussy!" " You can fuck her anytime you want as long as you fuck me too."

My car immediately veered off the road, setting me back a few seconds, but I couldn't care less about that. “Gotcha!” Nick said in triumph. His car tore down the asphalt while mine struggled to get back on track. Not that I was trying hard to make it so. The approaching figure of his sister in the hallway had attracted my attention. She had on a skirt so short that all her goods would immediately be put on display if she dared to bend over.

But he went in anyway. Inside, a single light bulb hung from the ceiling. Someone stood in the shadows. "Hello Nickey." A woman stepped into the light. Mid thirties. Dark hair. Familiar somehow. "Do I know you?" he asked. "No. But I know you. I'm Sarah. Trina's sister." Nickey stared. "Trina doesn't have a sister." "She does. She just never told you about me. We've been estranged for years." "Why?" "Because she stole everything from me. My inheritance. My reputation. Even my husband."

“But I don’t think that’s true. He would’ve made fun of you with Tony, and then Tony would’ve tried to knock his teeth in because only Tony can talk about you like that.” It’s easy to imagine his golden laughter pouring out of his mouth. “But I wish you’d met,” I continue. “My brothers. Both of you.” A few tears spill as a hand lands on my shoulder. I turn, hoping for Dante but knowing he won’t leave Tony unless something’s wrong. The hand belongs to Nicky, resplendent in a black and gray Chanel skirt-suit and surrounded by a passel of other mob wives, as well as Chloe. “You two got pretty close, huh?” she asks.

He wouldn't waste time talking to Lana here. "Who's your sister?" Nicholas, never one to tolerate nonsense, gestured toward Maverick. "Bring her over. I'd like to see how she plans to throw us out." Maverick was furious. "You bunch of hicks don't even know my sister. Haven't you heard about the recent acquisition of the Watsons by the Cooper family?" Upon hearing this, Lana, Nicholas, and Jessica burst into laughter. "We were wondering who it was. So, it's the Cooper family's bandit? No wonder you're so arrogant!"