I Love My Little Sister Novels & Stories

he asked with wide eyes, and I nodded cheekily. "He's the best thing that happened to me. Not only him but his mom and dad and his sister Skylar, who's the same age as mine, adores and loves me so much. I think my parents too can't be able to love me this much as they did to me, and I don't care about the age, I'm happy and that's all that matters," I chirped. "Wow, this is the best news ever for a brother," that his little sister finally got that love and happiness she had been waiting for.

Our first real date. Maybe she'd never see it that way. Maybe she'd simply think she was accompanying me to an important business function. But I would know. And that was enough. I couldn't stop the smile tugging at my lips. Most times...My little sister was the most infuriating woman on the planet. But sometimes...like today...She was an absolute genius.

Rocking and naming her under my breath like it could bring her back. I'd spent so long calling her friend because the world we lived in had starved us of better words. Holding her now, I finally understood what she'd been to me. Not a friend. A sister; one I'd found in the worst place on earth and loved anyway.

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.

He tells us, and I try not to react. I’m happy to see my sister. I love my sister and would protect her with my life. Things just are a little different now than they used to be. Granted, I’m probably to blame for that.

“The machine was set at the maximum setting, and you were panting as if you were about to collapse. Stop punishing yourself. You are the only family I have!” After her words, my eyes softened, and I hugged her tightly. “Ew... you stink,” my sister said, scrunching her nose. I smirked. “Such a drama queen.” “And you still love me,” she countered. “That I do!” I replied. “Now take a shower,” she added as she pushed me to the door. I took a shower and dash to find my sister. She travels way too much for my liking, but I will give her the world. So I take advantage of the times that we are together.

my sister yelled as she burst through the door, causing a smile to spread back onto my face. Ava was my little sister, and you could tell that as soon as you saw her. We looked just alike, with the same brown hair and bright green eyes, and even the same smile, though she showed hers a lot more regularly. "Hey, little sis, what's up?" She plopped down on the chair across from me and threw her legs over the side. "I just wanted to come and check on you," she explained. "I feel like you have been super distant this past week."

She trembled and pointed at her, stuttering, "Sister, sister, sister..." "Sister? Are you feeling disgusted seeing me after all these years? At least... Well, forget it. Luckily, you still recognize this face, right, my dear little sister?" Nancy emphasized the words 'dear little sister' with a firm bite, showing how 'lovely' their relationship was.

She lets out softly to me. My sister has always been the Daddy's Little girl, and mom's little princess, whereas I was good for nothing, partying diva, who got absolutely nothing to do with her life, so my parents think. Not once have they asked me about my dreams, goals, ambitions, I don't even think, they still remember the day of my birth, but no worries, I love my family, and trust me I'll always be there for them most especially my sister. " yes sis, I am okay".

But that's if they really want another member. "go ma ssuem ni da, oppa (thank you brother)" She said excitedly. "You are welcome little sister," I smiled. "Hey! I'm not little, I'm 22years old." She whined. "But you are still my little sister. Ain't you?" I laughed as she whined more. She hate's me calling her little. "eomma appaga algo gyesibnikka?(Is Mom and Dad aware?)" I asked, putting an end to her whining. My ears were beginning to cry already.