Ecchi Sister Novels & Stories

You could hear water lapping softly. Nkechi was running in circles. Nkechi: 12 years old. Linda’s baby sister. Pink cotton dress. Bare feet. Two puff balls on her head with pink scrunchies. Missing one front tooth. She stopped in front of Elena and put her hands on her hips. Nkechi said, “Aunty Elena, race me to the slide!” Elena was in white linen pants and a sleeveless top. Hair in a messy bun. No lipstick. She looked younger like this.

Herculia answered. “Ughhh… how cheeky,” Ezekiel said, sounding disgusted by the idea of being petted like an animal. “Where is your big sister now? She left, and she hasn't returned to see you for a while now. These people don't care about you; quit thinking you found yourself a family,” Ezekiel continued with his off-putting tone. Herculia's smile vanished slowly. “Why do you have to be such a stick in the mud, Ezekiel? Don't talk to me from now on!!” She said this, turning away from him.

My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory. “Hello, sister, it’s been quite a while. You no longer return my calls.” Lily whined, and I just smiled, tight-lipped at her. If you know Lily, you know the best thing to do is to just ignore her. My parents’ golden child, and she knew exactly how to get under your skin. Nothing I ever did was enough; I was always compared to Lily. She reveled in every bit of attention, and it always made me feel inferior. She destroyed my self-esteem before I even knew what it was called.

' hi sister this is Lisa 1st year from finance department' ' hi sister I'm Priya 1st year archeology department' ' nice to meet you all let's take care of ourselves' saying this Esha and 3girls had a group hug.......... ................(to be continued)......... show your support. comment your views.......... --RAJI--

“Emma, this is my sister, Chelsea. Chelsea, this is Emma Carter.” Sister. Oh. That explained the similar green eyes and the same calm composure. Chelsea smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you! You’re the transfer from Clearwater, right?” I nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. Still learning my way around.” “You’ll figure it out,” she said easily. “Just don’t let Ethan convince you to skip class for snacks.” Ethan held up his hands defensively. “Hey, I’ve been good this semester!” Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Good is relative.”

"You hit me?" I let out a cold, mocking smile and said nothing. I raised my hand again. Before it could fall, someone grabbed my wrist. Lillian's face was cold and tense. "Silas, you've gone too far. You skipped our wedding and made me a laughingstock. And now you're hitting your own sister?" I looked at the woman I had grown up with. My chest tightened. I was about to explain myself–when Liam suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me.

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.

Just what her sister’s intention was for tagging a long was a puzzle. Mandy felt like she had lost touch with her sister. They were consciously avoiding each other. Her quitting her nursing job had brought a lot of strain on their relationship as siblings. Not that it wasn’t strained even before that. Mandy had always felt inferior. Annie was stunningly pretty and smart. Annie’s presence and absence were always felt. Annie was the standard that she was always pitted against.

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.