My Younger Sister Novels & Stories

I was only two years older than him so he reached me in high school. "You're such a gossiper, aren't you?" I gave him a warning look but he only ignored it. I always had a hard time speaking to my brother. He always loves to tease me although I'm older than him. "Yey! Sister Sha has a crush. Is he handsome, Brother Sarge?" our youngest sister Selina who is in her last year in elementary school asked her older brother. "You are still young but you already knew those things," I scolded my youngest sister but she only laughed at me as if she is enjoying that I felt annoyed and uncomfortable in front of our parents.

"I always have my sister." "How old is she?" "Two years younger than me." "Funny. My sister Harper is three years younger than me. We aren't super close. Most of the time she talks to me just to borrow my clothes or to ask me to make her something to eat." Jane laughs lightly. "Wait until you're both older then." "Girls," my mom pops in, touching my arm. "Hate to interrupt, but dinner's being set on the table. Why don't you claim your seats before everyone rushes in?"

I honestly replied. “Really? Me too! I am the youngest daughter in my family. I grew up with two big bros. Don’t get me wrong. Cora is my sister but she is a bit too young to share some of my deep emotions because she is just unable to understand them yet” Layla said holding my hand in hers. “We can be sisters” I said happily. “Oh hell yes” She replied, smiling widely but my foolish brain was still stuck at the sorrow in her eyes.

I guess for now, I will focus on my studies. "So, are you excited for tomorrow?" Mom asked while sitting next to me on the couch. "Big time." I sighed. "It will get better, Senior year might bring surprises." She gave me a side hug. "Thanks, I hope so." "Oh sissy, it's time to play tea party." My little sister, Ariel told me. Shes four years old. "You got it." I replied while grabbing her little hand and went to the playroom. I run a pretty exciting life.

Jessica “Julie, Jackson, hurry up!! We’re going to be late!” I call down the hall. Our new apartment is small, and my little sister immediately answers me as she walks by, her long brown hair falling by her waist. She is only twelve, but she acts like she’s sixteen with the attitude she has. “Don’t get your panties in a twist! We’re coming,” she grumbles as she heads for the kitchen cabinet, but I sigh, knowing she will be disappointed, “You didn’t get more cereal?” she asks when she sees the bare cupboard.

"Yeah, I will admit I have been a bit distant. It's just that things have been really tough lately, and I needed some time to process everything. But now, I genuinely want to get to know you. And besides, I always wanted a younger sister, and now that I have you, I really want to know you." A mischievous smile spreads across her face. "Younger sister? Really? I'm pretty sure I'm older than you." I chuckle, enjoying the playful back and forth. "No, I don't think so. I'm taller, remember?" She lets out a sigh, conceding with a playful tone. "Well... I guess we will have to bring in Uncle Martin to settle this argument."

“You have siblings?” His whole expression brightened, that rare unguarded happiness in his eyes. “One younger sister, Lyra. She’s twenty. Wild, stubborn, brilliant. Always getting into trouble, but somehow talks her way out of it. She’s been studying in Europe, but she’s supposed to be coming home soon.” There was something in the way he said it, a mix of pride and protective instinct, that made Aria want to meet her.

She just kept smiling, her words were very appealing which made me crave her more. "Well, I am not the person who'll melt just by some tears." I told her as her smile turned into a smirk. She moved back to her work and began to say, "Me and my younger sister lost our parents when we were kids. We grew up in the orphanage together, she can't live without me.” Younger sister? She was 23, how young could she be to be at the orphanage? 17? 15? “Is that why you were working at the orphanage?” I asked nonchalantly.

"What about your other children?" "Your oldest brother is two years younger than you and he will be taking over for me one day and your next brother is a year younger than him and will be his right-hand man and your sister is only ten. She was a surprise, but I know that she would love to meet you. She needs more women in her life."

My elder sister, Demi and my sixteen year old younger sister were at the dining table, seemingly busy with their food. I was so happy and thankful that my elder brothers were not present on a day like this when I wanted to burst out and erupt because they would have stopped me for sure with their heavy, musculature biceps for sure. I saw that my mother was not at the dining table yet which meant that she still had a few things to do in the kitchen. Perfect. I rushed over to the kitchen quickly, ignoring my younger sister's attempt to start a conversation with me.