Little Sister Literotica Novels & Stories

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.

Gabriella said. "It's okay; I'm ready to help you any day. You're the main character after all,” Eva said. “Main character?” Gabriella asked. “Don't mind my sister; she likes saying a lot of weird stuff because she's a writer and an artist." The maid beside her finally spoke. This maid had really dark, short hair and black eyes. The aura that surrounded her was very ominous and depressing. “Before I forget, this is my little sister, Lilith. She's also a painter, but her paintings are dark and depressing, just like the vibe she gives off,” Eva said.

her little sister, Catrina Lewiston, a popular Singer. The spoiled child in their family, seeing her halting her tracks in the instant, Catrina smiled lightly as she looked at her... "Sister Catherine!!!"

“Emily, it looks good on you, like a second skin, although it amazes me that I didn't know that my little sister has a tropical body.” “You treat me like a baby, and you're only a little more than a year older than me. Remember that I'm twenty-two and you're twenty-three. Although you have a better body, your tail is bigger than mine, your waist is smaller, and your breasts look like a huge trampoline.”

Brutal looking men were turning into even more vicious looking wolves everywhere you looked. Nora was already gone, swallowed up and protected by her new pack. Cassie was determined to get to her sisters. They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one.

she said, with the specific acceptance of a child filing information and moving on. She looked back at Irina. Still crouched. Still eye level. "My mummy talked about you," Zara said. Irina went very still. "She did?" she said carefully. "She told me about you," Zara said. "She said you were her sister. She said—" Zara paused. Thinking. The specific concentration of a child recalling something they'd been told and wanting to get it right. "She said you were the person who always showed up." The arrivals hall went quiet.

I was eating cereal at the kitchen table when Mom asked, "Cassian, where is your sister?" "It's Livia, Mommy. She is probably running around as usual." Mom shook her head. "That girl can never sit still. Livia, breakfast is ready," she yelled. We could hear little feet pattering on the floor. Seconds later, my kid sister zipped into the kitchen. "I'm Ladybug Girl!" she shrieked, slipping into the chair beside me. And the saga of acting out her favorite book, Ladybug Girl, begins. "Did you know ladybugs eat bugs?"

she added, introducing her beloved stuffed bunny. Lucas chuckled. "It's lovely to meet you, Heaven and Mr. Cuddles. And guess what? I have someone very special I want you to meet too." Lucas said, he stared at me briefly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small photo. "This is my little sister, Mila. She's about the same age as you, and I thought you two might become great friends." He said, I stared at him intently, not understanding where he was heading to.

Goodbye, Jane Austen. Just then the door throws open again and behind it stands my elder sister Lisa in her flowered crop top and red mini skirt. She looks glamorous like every other time. No wonder, why the other werewolves of our pack drool over her. But they could never match her expectations and standards. Except one…

She says turning away looking defeated. I walk back to the bed and climb in. She looks surprised that I actually did what she requested. I draw her into my arms holding her head to my chest and she snuggles closer. "I have a younger sister named lily, she's only 9 years old. She was a surprise baby; my parents never expected her. She just got a puppy just like king for her 9th birthday" I start to say when I can't think of anything else to say. "Hmm mm" She mumbles urging me to continue. I put one strand of hair behind her ear and she leans into my touch. I bury my fingers into her soft curls, running them through it.