My Beautiful Sister Novels & Stories

As I was alone, I lied on my bed close my eyes, then I started calling my sister inside of my head. The dark zone in my mind where I used to meet her changes to be the small land I was born into for the first time in my life. I waited for her to show up, and she did. " I'm glad that you're back to your rational self, sister." She was wearing a withe lovely dress with the same length as mine, as by her side there was a woman. The woman by her side stole my attention as she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, she was holding much grace along with her appearance, and I felt connected to her.

I say and she chuckles softly. “So you like girls that are beautiful.” She says rolling her eyes again. I find it funny that she thinks Adira is not beautiful. Has she seen her sister, I’ve never met anyone more beautiful and I’ve been around the world. “Strong and hardworking.” She adds looking at me like she solved all of mankind’s problems. “I guess.” I say and she smiles.

There could only be one thing, and I was anxious to see it. It's hard to describe my sister without sounding biased. She is absolutely gorgeous; a beautiful face, long blonde hair, great tits, and a head-turning ass. Sure, she's my sister, but as she pointed out, geeks don't get laid, and when she lived at home, I was constantly trying to sneak peeks at her naked body. In my mind, it was the only hope I had of seeing tits and ass anytime soon.

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

The drama would be so unneeded and horrible. "Rose, let's go say hello to my friends."I whisper to my sister who's furiously tapping away on her phone. She does so to look extra feisty and to keep some certain types of men away. Not to brag, but, my sister is an incredibly beautiful dark skinned girl. When we were younger, I fought a lot to keep some scum bags away. I still do though, but this time they are not as much as before. As she herself has learnt how to ward some punks off.

I had thought she was bluffing until murderous intent glinted in her eyes. Retreating desperately, I tried to reason. "I've never wanted to compete with you. Can't we just coexist peacefully?" But she was too far gone to listen. "My dear sister, I'll honor your memory after you're gone. After all, no one has ever truly loved you." Blood dripped from my wounds as I gawked at the blade protruding from my body—wielded by my sister. I started to question my life's worth. What in the world was real?

Elsa flinched, her eyes widening at the sudden noise. “Okay…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Get your ass down there in five, or you will be punished!” Barked the voice again. Trembling, Elsa moved to the uniform and pulled it from its hanger, hands brushing the smooth fabric. Downstairs, people gathered around a striking young woman, their praises growing louder with every word. Elsa’s gaze lifted, and for the first time, she allowed herself to fully take in her sister. Having a wolf truly elevated one’s presence. The same black uniform that Elsa wore so invisibly seemed to glow on her sister, hugging curves and radiating confidence.

Shooting me a jealous look, she said, "No, that's not it! Yelena is definitely not a good person. She must've tricked you somehow. I'm your online girlfriend, not her!" "Whether you are or not doesn't matter anymore. Either way, the person I like is your sister," Xander retorted, his gaze frosty. Tears slipped from Marissa's eyes, though they were born of sheer fury. She let out a crazed scream, but in the next second, Dad gave her a good, hard smack across the cheek.

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

" I insisted. She came to me and grabbed my trouser. She blinked her eyes repeatedly in order for me to change my mind but there was no way I'm taking my sister to a all guys hangout. I don't want them staring at her. I hate when guys, even tho they are my friends stare at her like they want to devour her whole. Its not new, I and my sister are considered the most cutest and most prettiest around here. I don't know about my own looks, I honestly don't care if I'm really too handsome or not, but my sister's can't be hidden, it's true that she is indeed the most prettiest girls around her. All the girls that I've dated, I haven't come across one that will beat her in that area. She has been wi