Bratty Sister Novels & Stories

I asked her. "Nah, I have a younger sister. She's nine, nine years younger than me," Brandy smiled at the thought of her sister, "She looks a lot like my mom." "What's it like having Luna Celestia as your mom," I blurted out of curiosity. She shook her head and stared at the ground, "She's harsh, but she's my mom." "What's your sister's name?" I asked, desperate to change the subject. "Blake. Her name is Blake. Named after William Blake the poet," Brandy smiled at the ground fondly.

"And you think you can threaten her?" He laughed like a madman. "You probably still haven't realized it but your sister's facade is fake. She's acting like a cold-hearted woman when in fact, she's weak and emotional." I tilted my head. "I see your family has problems, huh? Brianna's weak and emotional while you're stupid and dumb!" "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" He slapped me. I felt my cheeks instantly numbed. I groaned and licked my lips. It's bleeding. Fck!

– Jamie “Don’t worry, I have my brother wrapped in my hands, whatever I ask from him, he is going to do it. Don’t you know the power of a sister?” – Brittany “No, I don’t, maybe if I had one I would have known?”-Jamie “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way?” – Brittney “I know you didn’t mean it that way?” – Jamie “I could be that sister, you don’t have.” – Brittany

I said. "Don't be mad at her," Scarlett said. As if it was nothing, she reached for the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She had on a light blue bra; a thin, lacy thing that kept her little tits well-covered. Scarlett must have seen me goggle at her reveal, but she kept talking like it was nothing. "My big sister is a little reserved, but I know for a fact that she's crazy about you. You can tell she's already feeling terrible about what happened." "No, I know," I said, "Is it weird that I kind of wish she would do more things like tonight?"

I have been working on creating a hot-wife website to make lots of money from p**n. I also have two beautiful sisters, Brianna and Jordan. Brianna just turned 20 and Jordan is 18 and will graduate high school this year. Brianna is away in college. Brianna has developed into a very voluptuous young woman and Jordan is quickly getting there. Brianna is more outward than Jordan. When Brianna is home, I lustfully look at her and think whomever is fucking my sister is damn lucky. I know, I shouldn’t thing this way, but I know I would bang Brianna if I had the chance.

My hands trembled as I fought to keep still, to keep the mask on. “My stepsister,” Rhett continued. “Just like you, she was quiet, reserved. Never wanted to be seen, only clinging to her mother or Dani like some little kitten. My brothers didn’t know her. They didn’t pay her much attention. They only cared about themselves back then.” He sighed, his gaze distant. “Though you know, Sable — Bella had a sister too. Jessica. And she was much closer to Brant. Those two were always together. There was no separating them.”

I softly hum along to the tune, not wanting to give away that I don’t know any of these songs. I pull my phone out of my pocket and put it on silent. Dean looks at me and smiles, still singing along with the crowd. I lean closer to his ear. He bends slightly down to hear me. “You know, this feels like stabbing my sister in the back, and it sucks because she’s always looked up to me.” I shout into his ear. He moves his arm from around me. “I’m sorry. But, I’m just trying to get over her.” He says.

Brian asked his sister Brian, his voice relaying his excitement. “Yeah, whatever. She can miss us as much as she wants, but, can she stop bragging about housing us as if we begged her for it. Your sister did this to us, she kidnapped us!” Brianna let out in that sassy tone of hers that always drives me crazy.

“Braxton, Carlos, and them here. We are working on our project.” Mmm, hmm. A “project” that required Call of Duty and a twelve-pack of Mountain Dew. I sighed, already knowing tonight’s dreams of a quiet dinner and a glass of wine had officially flatlined. This was the downside of living with my 22-year-old baby brother, who also happened to be tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, and his equally attractive, equally chaotic fraternity brothers. “Hey Stink,” I muttered, using the childhood nickname Sabrina gave him back when he played middle school football and smelled like old socks and Gatorade. “Did you cook?”

The woman asked when she came back to pack the table "Yes, thank you, Mrs. Wilson." Briella thanked her with a smile on her face. "You girls take care now, my regards to your mother." She replied and waved them off. While they continued their journey home, Bethany looked into Brittany's eyes and smiled. Silently encouraging her to be brave. They had already accepted their fate, Briella being the youngest sister, seemed to be spoiled and always got the best things. Age 16. When the girls were in their senior years, Brittany had a guy she always gushed over, and she did not keep it from her sisters.