Novel & Cerita My Sister's Best Friend

She's crazy. Sometimes I wished she was my older sister because she's one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I can literally rely on her. She's more than my best friend. She's more like a sister to me. Bianca would fight anyone who hurts me and it killed her to know she wasn't at Miami when I nearly died.

If she’s upset buy her donuts, give a hug and watch Friends with her. My best friend has given me a lot over the years. I love her to the stars and beyond. She’s my soul sister. She will be my maid of honor just as I will be hers. Our kids will be best friends and grow up together. I couldn’t imagine a world where I exist and Josie isn’t by my side. She’s the blonde bombshell of our group. Petite but feisty. Like seriously don’t mess with her. I’m telling you, it’s safer on this side.

Rosa is my big sister and also my best friend, she’s the friend of my mind. When we both were kid, I’m the one who can be mad at her only for a short period of time because I’ve always had something important to tell, I tell her about everything… my day, the mean girls at school who fuck me up, the boys who I had a crush on. I could be mad at my parents for a long period of time but I’ve always failed mad at Rosa. Having a sister is like having a best friend that I can’t get rid of and I’m so glad to have her in my life.

“Well that’s not surprising at all, became your mother and my sister used to be best friends.” “Wait, what the hell did you just say?”

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

Now, I’ve always admired Violet, especially when she started peaking, but I couldn’t say or do anything about it because the fact that she’s my little sister’s best friend makes her my little sister too. Violet had always played a huge part in all of my greatest orgasms. Her face, her body as I’ve imagined it, are the only thing I see whenever I’m having a sexdream or whenever I need a good wank. Aside from her hot, banging body, Violet also has a great personality, a beautiful smile and she had a way of making everyone in the room feel like they actually belong there, and that was something I really admired about her. In this story, I’m going to tell you about how I finally fucked my sister

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.