My Friend's Little Sister Novels & Stories

55 Aiden almost cried when his sister pulled me into her room and locked the door. She told me she had missed me and that have been wanting to talk to me. She was such a talkative though but I liked her company. I wish I had a sister that would always keep me company but I was the only child. "I follow you on all social media accounts. You are so pretty and I am so happy you are my brother's girlfriend and not some girl." She giggled rushing her words. Some girl? I almost got jealous. I almost thought some other girl had been coming here.

That changed when Stevie ran up to me. Stevie was one of my little sister's best friends. He was a super-nerd, like her. And like her, I had a lot of respect for him. I mean, he was tiny but pretty brave all things considered, and he treated my sister with respect when a lot of dudes just talked over her. Today he looked scared and of breath. I was immediately worried.

“Oh. My. Gawd. Can you freaking believe it? She's letting me hug her!” I laugh at my friend's joy in the simple act of my little sister letting them touch her. I am about to respond when I hear the front door slam open and the sound of yelling.

I was happy that she could make a joke in spite of her having to make the decision tomorrow to give up her best friend. Nothing about her wasn't little, and nothing about me was. My pretty, black-haired, fair-skinned sister was almost two whole minutes older, but she stood five foot nothing and tipped the scales at under a hundred pounds. Her "little" brother was six-six, two hundred twenty pounds, and just three years past a full basketball scholarship to a Division One powerhouse that almost won the national championship his senior year. Our parents insisted she was born first because I refused to leave her in our mother's womb alone. To them, that also explained why I followed her into th

He was obviously uncomfortable. His words made Finn crease his brows. So he brought Jojo out for dinner? He looked at Jojo, a little unhappy. “Who is he?“ He asked. Jojo cleared her throat. “Um, he is Jeff, my friend. Jeff, this is my brother, Finn.“

"You think putting on heels and make up makes you a woman. You are not a woman, you a little girl" "I'm the same age as your sister" "And I can't be with my sister" "Why can't we be friends?" "We cannot be friends, I don't like you" "You are friends with Valerie" "She is the same age as Lucio. Your sister, Valerie, grew up almost the same time as me. You weren't even born when I graduated from highschool" "I was in diapers" "What's the difference? Now get lost"

My little sister sees me as her dad and if I die then who would take care of her when our mother has taken work as her life? She is only twelve years old. "Big brother!" My sister called me. "What is it Julie?" I asked. She entered my room without knocking. "Look what I made for you. Happy Halloween." She said. "Happy Halloween to you too little sis. Nice hat." I said and put the hat she made on my head. "Okay big brother. I want to take selfie. Let me go get mine." She said and runs out of my room, leaving the door opened.

As always, she was smiling. Vicki was my twenty three years old younger sister. As everyone could tell, she was pretty, maybe even prettier than me. Of the three children in the family, she was the tallest, having a height of 5"10. Also, she was the most cheerful one in the family, and in fact, she was my best friend. Though she could be really annoying sometimes, I cherished her so much. Suddenly, for some reason, her smile got wiped off. "Sis, you're okay? Don't tell me you've been crying."

“Because you were our little redheaded Baby Fay –“ I blink, suddenly, at the way she says that. Baby Fay – only one other person calls me that – “We used to play with you at family parties,” she continues, “like I remember one summer, our other sister Fiona –“ “Hey,” Michael says sharply then, nudging her with his elbow. “Oops,” Amy says, lifting her fingers to her mouth. She rushes to continue, then, trying to move the conversation on. “Yeah, anyway, I remember you when you were so little on the slip-n-slide –“