Bratty Sister Novels & Stories

I was surprised. "Don't call me baby," Emma said, "I'm not your baby. I'm your sis. I'm your little baby sis. I'm your little baby sister and I need my...I need my big brother, OK? I need my big bwuther to come and help me. OK? Come on big bwuvver. Be there for your baby sis." When she said it, my cock almost jumped right off my crotch. I was hard enough for hanging laundry and absolutely leaking clear juice, like a faulty faucet. Hah. So much like my sister.

I scooped up Suze and approached my other two sisters. Brin was nearly fourteen, and had a fiery spirit. She was always testing our mother’s patience. Abby was twelve and the antithesis of Brin—shy, reserved, and painfully quiet. She stood in the lobby, her eyes on the floor, blushing from all the attention. Little Suze was four. Our mother often worried that she was stunted a bit. She hadn’t acquired a lot of language skills yet, and she was physically very fragile. She seemed closer to two than four.

Again, I didn't know that she could get any more tomato than she already was, but the red crept up from her neck to her cheeks making my mob daddy laughed. Luka introduced them to his parents, and I let them be and decided to get the kids from our new nanny Valeriya. She's Demyan little sister who stubbornly decided that she wants to get a job, though Demyan told her not to. Oh...let me tell you about that girl and the little glimpses that she shares with Ramon. One of these days Demyan would surely know, then all hell would break loose. I never knew what is it with big brothers, and their caveman attitude towards their little sister.

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.”

"Whoa now, sis. You have to settle our little bet first." "Come on, you've got to be shitting me. Do you really think I'm going to suck your dick?" "Well Brooke, a bet is a bet. It's time to pay up." My sister looked at me frozen in place while I gave my dick and balls a tug through my shorts. I know she was hoping to find out I was only joking but she's been a pain in my ass since we were little and there was no way I was letting her off the hook now.

He shows a stupid grin, then turns to Ally, "Hey, Sis. How's my mother?" Brian is her elder brother and Jesus knows, if he ever stayed at home. Smoking pot, getting high, making out with random girls, are his daily job, seeming to waste the most important period of his life. Although, he's good at swimming, his only likable key of his pride. He's a senior, like me and her sister is a sophomore. I'm not sure if she's my friend, but we're good with each other. Yet her brother enjoys to annoy me. "If you wanna say something, say it." I say.

And my bitch sister was acting really bratty. It did tick Akio and in just a swift motion of his fingers, the waiter behind my sister slipped and the tray of food was poured unto her. Nagkagulo sa loob dahil sa paghihimutok niya at 'di ko napigilang matawa nalang sa itsura niya. "Serves her right." natatawa pang sabi niya bago kami umalis roon.

I was only two years older than him so he reached me in high school. "You're such a gossiper, aren't you?" I gave him a warning look but he only ignored it. I always had a hard time speaking to my brother. He always loves to tease me although I'm older than him. "Yey! Sister Sha has a crush. Is he handsome, Brother Sarge?" our youngest sister Selina who is in her last year in elementary school asked her older brother. "You are still young but you already knew those things," I scolded my youngest sister but she only laughed at me as if she is enjoying that I felt annoyed and uncomfortable in front of our parents.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

Skyler said, annoyed. We were all momma's boys deep down and liked our mom’s compliments. “Babies, brats, all the same, you’re still both,” my sister Sunny said, laughing. Within seconds Skyler had her in a headlock and was messing up her hair. Out of nowhere my youngest sister, Meadow jumped on his back, and messed up his hair.