My Younger Sister Novels & Stories

I didn't want to go through that memory lane again. I shook my head again and continued. "I have a sister, Evangeline. Eva in short. She's almost nine years younger than me. My only sibling and the girl takes full advantage of that." I smiled fondly and chanced a glance at Adrian to gauge his reaction. No one in the business world knew about my family and I'd kept it that way. But I didn't see any surprise in his eyes.

He cradled them for a couple minutes before setting them back down carefully and sitting beside me. "How'd you know how to do that? And how did you know they would cry again?" He chuckled. "Wait, do you have a child outside that I'm not aware of?" "What?! No, of course not." He burst out laughing. "I have a younger sister. My moms adopted her as a baby so I spent a lot of time taking care of her. She's actually one of my favorite people." "How old is she now?" "She's 12 and apparently, I'm now the annoying older brother." He rolled his eyes and I laughed.

“Where do you fall in among the brood?” “I’m the oldest,” she states, and given what I know of her personality, that definitely tracks. “I’ve got four brothers and two sisters. My youngest sister is only four, but she’s got everyone in our house wrapped around her little finger.” She smiles fondly, raising her cup and taking another small sip. “What about you? Any siblings?” “One,” I grunt, the grin fading from my face. “A half-brother. We… don’t get along.”

And that's Bullshit! Simple living is even better but fun. We are under the same roof, but we are not meeting in the big house they built for our family. I had a ten-year-old younger sister. Her name was Karen. I feel sorry for her, because like I was looking she also needs the care of a whole and happy family.

— When do you come here? — First, how are you, really?— — As well as Karl Marx wrote Capital! — he quipped as he chewed on some biscuit on the other end of the line. — Seriously, Flora! — I'm serious, little ant! My younger sister was only 17. She was the youngest of the family, always lavishing a smile on all sides and bringing joy to the house with her irrational decisions. So when he had an accident while playing on the sidewalk at the age of 14, my family was left without a floor. A car hit her body, taking her away from me. I don't remember much of that day, but the terrifying feeling is still present in my chest.

I replied to her in a dead voice and she grimaced. "I'm sorry but I can't, a lot lies in your presence here." Bullshit. Same cock and bull story that makes no sense whatsoever. "Just eat your food, you've not eaten anything indoors days and you need your energy." "Just take it back before I'm not going to eat a spoon of it," my stomach growled in disapproval but I ignored it. What a fucking betrayal. "Hi, I'm Sara, his younger sister," the younger girl gushed, and even though I'm completely annoyed with this realm or whatever, I couldn't help but be enthralled by her smiles and youthfulness.

my mom called from the kitchen. "Okay, Mom, we're coming!" I shouted back. We got up from the couch and headed to the dining room. Surprised that the dining table was full of food and people, I wondered when my big sister, Mariselle, arrived with her husband and her three kids who were two months younger than me, Jade, Zoey, and Luna. Mariselle always joked that my name should be in the Guinness Book of Records as the youngest aunt. Jade was my closest niece and second bestie after Luca. Zoey and I never got along, and Luna preferred hanging out with our older cousin, Imani, Uncle Harrison's daughter.

I grab a couple of cookies and move to sit beside my sister. My brother is 10 and thinks it’s funny to do things that my sister and I think are gross. Must be a boy thing. “How was school?” I ask my sister who is 12 and in the crummy middle school years. I take a bite of my cookie. My brother is right, they are delicious. “Fine.” She says. Always so talkative.

"25 year old Anzania Booi, been a cop for 4 years now.. Never travelled but would love to, have an amazing family.. They stay 2 hours away from here with two little brothers.. So do you have any siblings?" I looked at her as I took a sip on my juice, I wondered if I should be honest or not. But then again, I couldn't bring myself to lie to her. She was just the sweetest. I cleared my throat,"I have a big sister and brother. I'm the youngest." That made her laugh, "that makes you even cuter." I pushed her off playfully and finished up the remaining of my burger, "shut up." She shook her head a bit and looked outside the window.

I said smiling. "Of course I should, because I learn from the best," She said. "And who are you learning from?" I asked even though I know the answers to the question I asked. "Denise Anderson," My sister said. "Correct" I said, hitting hands with her, and we both laughed. The way I play and interact with my little sister, you'd think I was just a year older than her, but actually I'm ten years older than her. I'm not the kind of person that let their seniority get to their heads. I love my sister so much and I lower myself to her level by interacting and playing with her, and my sister returns the favor by respecting me a lot.