Breaking Their Precious Little Sister Novels & Stories

Our parents had always treasured her while neglecting me—just like now, as our mother thought about Joey's choice for just a brief moment before nodding in agreement. "Fine. I'll trust you on this, since you're always so smart, unlike your foolish sister." Sion's reaction remained hidden behind his mask. However, although he acted like he wasn't listening, he put the money on the counter and dragged my sister out of the building—just like he did with me in our last life. On the other hand, I was taken in the opposite direction by Yoran. Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind.

For her own part, my little sister's dirty mouth gave me all the encouragement I needed. "Fuck your little sister. Be a good brother and make me cum. Doesn't it feel so right to be bad? Isn't it perfect to be so broken? Stuff me full of that big, thick sibling dick. Make me your little sister slut. Oh, fuck your sister you perverted, perfect boy."

Sophia and Aurora lay side by side, cum-drenched and trembling, looking straight into the camera. Sophia spoke first, voice raw: “We belong to all of you now.” Aurora, still shaking, added breathlessly: “Use us… break us… watch us fall apart together.” The stream ended with catastrophic numbers. Later that night, the two sisters lay curled together in bed, bodies sticky with dried cum. Aurora whispered against Sophia’s neck, voice filled with dark wonder: “I finally understand why you can’t stop.” Sophia kissed her little sister’s forehead, a dark, protective smile on her lips.

Jules smiled through tears, “She told me I'd know when I saw my sister smiling like she had finally found what she'd been looking for... and when I saw a big diamond on her finger but only if it was Raphael who was standing beside her.” The room disappeared around me. I stared at my little sister, “No,” I whispered. Jules nodded, “She told me that would be how I knew.” I shook my head again, tears already falling, “No, no, Jules.” She walked toward the television, “She wanted you to have this.”

"What exactly happened between you and this ex-boyfriend of yours to make you look so broken?" The warm food suddenly felt like ash in my mouth. My jaw slowed down, and the playful warmth instantly drained from my face, replaced by a deep, heavy sadness that made my chest tighten. I stared blankly at the crumpled blankets, swallowing the bite with great difficulty. "Well... he was actually busy fucking my own biological sister," I whispered, my voice cracking slightly as the horrific memory flashed behind my eyes. "On the exact same night I bought that expensive dragon fruit to surprise him, I walked into the room and found them together. That was the night everything started."

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

a way to say thank you in the only language Ive ever known —gifts not words. i let out a rough breath and drop the shirt onto the bed.My reflection stares back at me from the dark window —all control and composure but behind it i see the mess Ive made. Then, a small voice breaks the quiet. “my sister can be a little mean sometimes,” says the tiniest figure Ive ever seen — Taylor’s little sister standing barefoot in the hallway her pajamas covered in cartoon stars.she hugs a stuffed bear to her chest. “but she is really kind.

Then he looked up at me. “Ivy,” he said softly, “this is Lena. My little sister. Lena… this is Ivy. She’s someone really precious in my life.” The words landed like sunlight on water—bright, warm, almost too much. I stood there, frozen, heart squeezing so tight I could barely breathe. Precious. He’d called me precious. In front of the person he’d loved most in the world. In front of the sister he still visited, still talked to, still carried in his heart every day.

I need to know if there's any chance of salvaging this nightmare. The team meeting room door comes into view, light spilling from beneath it. I can hear multiple voices, all male voices but familiar. I press myself against the wall and creep closer. "complete lack of respect for this program," Dad's voice booms through the door. "For this family." My heart hammers against my ribs as I inch toward the gap between the door and frame. If I angle myself just right, I can see the room. "I trusted you both," Ethan's voice cuts through, raw with hurt. "My own sister and my best friend, sneaking around behind my back like I'm some kind of joke."

After carrying me to bed, my boyfriend, Julian Cross, suddenly pulled me into his arms. “Babe, your roommate is pretty hot. Can you give me her number?” I froze and turned to look at him. He casually pulled the blanket over me as if he hadn’t just said anything outrageous. “We’re going to get married eventually, but don’t you think spending the rest of our lives with just one person would get boring? “I don’t want to give up an entire field of flowers just for one.” I stared at him for a few seconds before pushing his hand away. Then I calmly nodded. The day I moved out, Julian blocked the doorway, his brows furrowed in irritation. “Nora, weren’t we clear? We can both see other peop