My Younger Sister Novels & Stories

Emily said. "Ohh.. yeah" I nodded. "You've been grinning since you arrived from school" Emily noted. "Yeah, I'll clock Seven next month," Emily said happily. "Ohh, happy birthday in advance, sweetheart," I smiled. "Thank you," she said. "My younger sister also got excited a month before her birth month just like you," I said. "You have a younger sister?" She asked in surprise. "Of course," I said.

Then, almost out of nowhere, I found myself saying— “I have a little sister too, you know.” Winter froze mid-chop, blade pressed into the cutting board. Slowly, she turned, blinking at me. “What?” I shrugged, trying to make it sound offhand, casual, like it hadn’t taken me weeks to let those words leave my mouth. “Yulia. She’s eight.” Her lips parted, eyes wide, as though she couldn’t decide if I was serious. “You… you’ve never told me that.”

All bounce and curve and jiggle, a pouty mouth made to wrap around something fleshy and stiff, great tits, great ass, and a seemingly inexhaustible libido. Renee's fault? Well … I didn't know about that. My other sister was the shy one, the strange one, preferring her own daydream world of the ballet to reality. She was the youngest, eighteen to my twenty-five, only a little kid when I was sent off to boarding school. Even now, she tended to be off in her own world most of the time.

She just got shocked when a young girl sits behind her smiling at her. "Hi! Are you my older sister they are talking all about last night? I'm sorry I didn't get out of my room to say hi to you last night I didn't feel well. By the way, I'm Mia, your younger sister I'm 13 years old. How about you?" she smiled while talking. Waylan looked at Mia from head to toe. She's just like a princess in her beautiful clothes while she's just like a beggar when compared to her stepsister.

“We don’t get to choose we love Cass and why are we talking about this?” "No, that's a complete fabrication. "It's a complete lie." She swore and said. Right now, I was even astounded by my younger sister. She’s just fifteen and I think she’s just talking based on how she feels. I locked my gaze on her, completely absorbed in our conversation. Let's see how far she goes with her reasoning. “And why you say so…”

'For goddess sakes Isabella if you don't get your ass up I swear to go-' 'Fine geez.' I say then I got up and let out a long and good stretch then I looked at my sister and she looked really annoyed at me. 'Well hello sister.' I taunt at her, then next thing I know she grabbed my pillow and threw it at me. 'Get your ass up or you will be late for college.' she says holding her waist. 'Well get out of my room then.' she gives me one last look then she exits. I love my sister but she can be really annoying. She was 5 years older than me, I was 19 so she was 24. It was just the two of us from our parents.

I covered my mouth and looked up at Jo's father staring at me. “Care to share what made you amused...” “My sister likes to play dress up.” I replied, almost immediately. “Go on.” her father said at the same time her mum said, “You have a sister. How old is she?” I smiled at her mum as I continued to speak,

The smell of her homemade lasagna hits my nose, making my mouth water. “Oh, hello!” Mom greets, sliding her oven mitts off and taking in the sight of Quinn and I standing side by side. “This is Quinn,” I supply, tossing a thumb in her direction. “Not his girlfriend,” my sister Jade adds. She’s the youngest of the three- fifteen years old and as sassy as they come.

Laide Temidayo Fayola was my 16-year old younger sister. She was in SS2 and was usually quiet but with a good sense of humour when she wasn't nose-deep in a book or off in her little world of science. "Well, surprise!" She said with weak enthusiasm. I just looked at her and let my eyes do the talking. "At least I used the spare key you gave me this time." She waved it in the air. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

She says turning away looking defeated. I walk back to the bed and climb in. She looks surprised that I actually did what she requested. I draw her into my arms holding her head to my chest and she snuggles closer. "I have a younger sister named lily, she's only 9 years old. She was a surprise baby; my parents never expected her. She just got a puppy just like king for her 9th birthday" I start to say when I can't think of anything else to say. "Hmm mm" She mumbles urging me to continue. I put one strand of hair behind her ear and she leans into my touch. I bury my fingers into her soft curls, running them through it.