My Sister's Boobs Novels & Stories

"Well, no, but you noticing I have a nice pair of tits isn't the same as you perving on me." "I'm pretty sure brothers aren't supposed to find their sister's boobs 'nice.'" To be fair, Zoey just happened to have what I considered to be the perfect breasts. Not so small she didn't have any cleavage, but also not so large that they wouldn't make a nice handful. It was a complete coincidence, of course, and certainly nothing more. "I mean, if you need a reference then just pull up your blindfold for a sec and take a quick look."

She turned around and looked at me with wide eyes… Ooooooookay? “You named it…” “Cutsiah? Yes. I don’t see why.” Now I get it. I turned around, suddenly feeling a little conscious to be around her. This is what happens when you bring ‘FAMILY’ into something you held dear. They always find… A loud “ooooph” left my lips as she crushed her front to my back, hugging me from my behind. “ I knew it. I knew it that everyone was wrong about you. You loved your sister so much more than anything in this world. And if not…” She spun me in her hold and looked at me with teary eyes,

She says and she is ready to walk away but I pull her back. Don’t leave! “No one has to see me.” Fey is here. She reminds me and I stand in front of her. I don’t care about your sister and my breath is hot against her neck and she can feel the warmth and she wants to step back. I hold her and stop her for moving—close enough to make her feel my heart beat and my to feel her own. “This is wrong.” She says and pushes me away. Wow, I believe you because you definitely know what is wrong. You are the queen of wrong doings and you still want to lecture me? Do your friends know of your super power? Your ability to be who you aren’t!

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

Zara gulped fearfully and adjusted her glasses. “Darling, I'm not in the mood to exchange words with you,” I said and she laughed. “You are getting so bold these days. It seems like your sister isn’t doing enough damage, eh?” She said, stopping low to my ears. I knew she wanted those words to hit home. And honestly they did, it hurt like h.ell to have mention my sister. “Or maybe she is just pained that you have a legendary Bugatti at your whims,” Iris said and I scoffed.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

I was dead. My sister, Mia Barlowe, who was just an intern at the hospital, killed me. After my death, my soul returned to my mother's side. My mother, Winona Barlowe, was in the middle of consoling Mia, "Don't worry, Mia. Your sister, Willow Barlowe, is a tough girl. She’s going to be fine. Come on, let me take you home to get some rest." Her eyes were filled with heartache as she looked at Mia. I have never seen her regard me with such tender affection.

"Daniella, stop joking around. We're sisters, so it's normal for our children to look alike," Bianca said nervously. "Cassie, come here right now!" At Bianca's harsh command, Cassie's tiny body trembled as she tried to slide down from my arms. I did not want to hurt her, and without any proof, I knew Bianca would not let me take her. Reluctantly, I set Cassie down and watched as she ran to Bianca's side.

His brows furrowed and he asked, "Why do you want to know?" "I don’t know but I guess a part of me wants to know if it’s a cool people thing. I mean my ex-boyfriend is the coolest guy in college." "Well, mine too, but in camp. Jessica Halls, she was the coolest, she was the best." My heart sank like a stone when he mentioned her name. "That’s my sister," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Your sister is a bitch."

But now, she wanted Henry. I could never agree to that. Diana looked at me with a mix of disbelief and anger. "What are you being so petty for, Laura? I'm just asking for your boyfriend! Why are you acting like I'm trying to take your life?" Mom rushed over and scolded me as well. "You're being too selfish, Laura! Diana's always been sickly ever since she was a child. As her older sister, what's wrong with letting Diana have her way sometimes?