Little Sister Literotica の小説・ストーリー

No family, no friends, just the two of us. Years swept by. I was an adult now. Despite that, my sister still fought for my safety. She was my only family, my only friend. I couldn’t thank her enough for everything. Our relationship turned more into a telepathic feeling. Whenever she’s sad, I can’t be happy. When she’s far away, I feel lonely, a part of me will be gone. My lovely sister’s name is Luna Bianchi, a parent, a friend, a defender, and my guardian. AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️💖💞

Now it's time for Killian to roll his eyes. "Of course, my dear older sister. I'm even planning your wedding in my head. Gotta respect the man who will be having babies with my sister." Andrea burst into a fit of laughter at that. "Now now, little brother, don't run your imagination so wild." "Tell me one thing, how can a girl like you have a crush on a guy like him? The way you described him, he sounds like a nerd." Andrea is not less than an angry bird, ready to punch anyone who dares to come in her way, just like her brother. The way she has described the boy, he sounds anything but Andrea's type, that's the conclusion Killian has drawn.

She wraps her hands around me, and she cries silently. "What is this place?" I hear my sister ask. I pull away to check the place out. It looks like an old walk-in closet with a small mattress that doesn't look too soft. There is a chair and a desk with books, a small mirror on the other side, and a few clothes hanging. The place doesn't have much light but it's clean and smells like cranberry.

Liam P.O.V. “Happy birthday to you… Make a wish, ladybug.” I hug my little sister tight, kissing her head. She smiles happily at me, looking down at the box in my hand. “What is that?” She asks, getting all giddy, I laugh at her antics, handing her the box. She opens it, squealing in delight. I gave her the book series she really wanted, and I promised to take her to the book cafe in town later today. I have never been there myself, as I am not as much into books as Clara, but today is all about her and I will do absolutely anything to make her happy.

"Zara, Richard, Lilly. And what's your older sister's name again?" "Bianca," I said, "My parents are huge classic rock fans." "Bianca Joe, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, Bob Richard, Lilly Stone." My sister ticked the names off her fingers like it was rote. "No Stevie, huh?" Nita said, clearly making a joke.

I'm just your average 21-year-old guy, living at home with my 18-year-old sister Lily. She's a petite little thing, barely 3 feet tall, with a figure that's all curves in the right places. I've always tried to be a good brother, but let's be real – it's hard not to notice how sexy she is.

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

Silas said, glancing up, “Mom said our sister is here in Crimson Ridge. How do we find her?” Lilith barely looked up from the screen. “Silas, aren’t you supposed to be the world’s smallest hacker? Finding someone shouldn’t be too hard. Since she’s our triplet, she probably looks just like us. Try running a big-data comparison, that might lead you straight to her.” A spark of determination lit Silas’s eyes. “Lilith, you’re brilliant!” She smiled shyly before returning to her game, fingers flying over the screen. “You scaredy-cat, hurry up and follow Tiny Titan! I’ll protect you.”

“I already finished the book you lent me. Can I borrow more?” “Sure, do you want the same romance, or do you want it to be different? Like smut?” she asked, her grin was so wide I could practically see all her teeth. “Smut?” The word felt odd on my tongue, so I tilted my head, genuinely puzzled. Not only did she look absolutely thrilled, but it was the first time I’d ever heard that word. For most of my life, the only books I’d read were about history or science. Novels were still a new territory.