My Sister's Boobs Novels & Stories

she said, eyes closed and head down. “Why are you embarrassed?” Alaric said. “You guys have always been like my brothers. Sisters aren’t supposed to moan uncontrollably when their brothers tickle them.” “We haven’t thought of you as a sister for a long time. Not since you grew those boobs you say are useless,” Kai said. “Should we see how useless they are?”

With only fifteen dollars left on my card, I had politely turned her down. She hung up rudely on the spot, and my mom immediately called to scold me. “Your sister rarely asks you for anything. Can’t you just help her out? We’re family. How could you be so heartless?” What about me? I also wanted a property in Tomson Pinnacle. Earlier, I had cautiously brought up wanting to borrow some money for a downpayment. Guess what my mum said? “What does a girl need to buy a house for? When you get married, your husband will take care of that.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

she said, chuckling. I read a little more, but it was hard to focus on the words while my sexy naked sister was sitting right there. "Now what?" she asked. "They got out of the pool," I said, "He's, um, feeling his sister's breasts." "Go for it," Jennifer said. She leaned forward, practically placing her perfect boob on my fingertips. Full -- just a bit more than fit in my palm -- and firm. They felt incredible. I hefted my sister's tit in my hand, then I reached up and tweaked the nipple. She gave me the other one and I did the same. "Good?" she asked.

I would have closed my eyes, but I didn't want to make it obvious this was having such an effect on me, so I did the only thing I could think of. I looked Vicky in the eyes. "Yeah I know right, feels good to get the girls out," I replied, rubbing my hand across my chest. I got the desired effect and had both girls laughing. When I could, I stole a quick glance at my sister's bare chest. Her breasts were impossibly perky and full, much larger than I first thought they were. I looked back to Vicky's and marvelled at the giant orbs as they seemed to float on the surface of the water, as if Vicky was holding them up to show them off. From what I'd learned about the girl so far, that seemed like

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

Like he was waiting to see how far I would go to deny it. My sister laughed softly, completely unaware of the tension suffocating the space between us. “You two are already getting along,” she said, clearly pleased. “That’s good.” Getting along? If only she knew. I forced a small smile, my hands clenched at my sides to stop them from shaking. “I think I should go, I need to freshen up” I said suddenly. Too fast. Too desperate. Both of them noticed. My sister frowned. “Already?” “I’m just… tired.”

It was hard coming here alone, without her. I went straight into shopping mode and totally forgot he was here with me. I got most of the things I needed and went into the changing room. Out of habit, I rushed out to show her, but Zander was the one sitting there instead. “Nice dress. Fits you perfectly,” he said, like I was waiting for his opinion. I gave him a sour look and went back into the changing room, not bothering to come out again until I was done. They packed the items I got, and Zander didn't even bat an eyelid at the ridiculous price.

Candice smiled happily at him while choking back a sob, "I'm fine, Russell. Please don't blame Annie. She just has a bad temper…" Candice sighed softly and continued with a troubled, yet helpless tone, "She's actually my younger sister, and she has always been this way. She wants everything for herself because my parents pamper her too much. Do you know she paid for the wedding with my tuition fees? She also has a habit of stealing my boyfriends." She lowered her head as her voice trembled, "I had no choice but to leave my home to become a traveling army doctor… I just… I don't want to be bullied by her anymore…"

In one motion, he snatched my sister up and slung her over his shoulder, as if she weighed nothing. “N-no! Where are you taking my sister?” I scrambled, arms wrapping tight around his leg, desperate to stop him from taking a step. However, his other boot swung out, connecting hard with my ribs, and suddenly I was on the ground again, choking on air, pain spreading sharp and hot across my chest. “Rosentine!” my sister shouted, voice cracked as she fought against the bad guy, twisting and reaching, but there was nothing I could do except curl in on myself, my hand stretching out helplessly after she was taken away.