My Younger Sister Novels & Stories

They could hear the sound of loud giggling and chattering coming from there as if a get-together was in full swing. “It’s quite a normal scene here. My younger sister has returned from boarding school to complete her final year here. So today everyone is extra excited,” said Amy. “Oh, you have a sister as well?” Asked Brooklyn with wide eyes. “Yeah, Her name is Genelia. We call her Gia and believe me she’s the youngest, so she’s spoiled rotten by everyone,” said Amy with an eye roll. Brooklyn smiled and walked into the living room with her friend. To her surprise, the room was quite full with people of all ages laughing and joking with one another. She had nev

"Now bottoms up, it's my little sister's twenty-first birthday. We are going out, we are getting wasted, and we are getting laid!" And there we get to the reason why my sister got on a bus and came all the way to see me. I'm twenty-one, meaning I'm finally at a legal age to drink. Not that that has stopped her before giving me alcohol. We're only two years apart, and of course, she was the most popular girl in school, dragging me to every party. Which was good, because I had to save her ass more times than I can count, from being too drunk to drive her beat-up car she got from some guy in our neighborhood, from guys who tried to take advantage of her.

I revealed. “He won’t, ‘cause I’ll never give him such an opportunity.” She mouthed, still warming my hands in hers. I felt tears gloss over my eyes. “Okay.” I shot to my feet immediately. “Nice sister-time, don’t you think?” I mouthed lively. I wasn’t about to get emotional and shed tears in front of my kid sister. “Yeah.” She mouthed. She seemed emotional but didn’t mind me noticing it. Well, duh. It’s meant to be that way. She’s the junior one here. And we should be strong for our younger ones right?

She flashes me a happy smile and is about to walk into my hug as she gets interrupted. My sister is 5 years younger than me and the pride of the family, after Federico, of course. That’s not because she got an awesome degree or a special high honored award, but because, at the tender age of 21, she is already married and has gifted my family with another male descendant. As soon as she is through the door and about to hug me, she gets attacked by two little rascals appearing like a summer storm. “Roberta, Roberta!”

In my head I keep running over my tiny conversation with Daniel, if you can even call it that, I feel like a teenager again. My sister Shelly came over to catch up and see the children. Shelly is thirteen years older than me and has always been like a second mum to me. We look very similar except Shelly has short blonde hair and mine is now long and my natural mousey brown colour. I’ve always looked up to both my sister’s, I saw them marry and have children when I was still very young, I always wanted to be just like them. I told her about the odd lack of response I got from the group of mums in Joshuas class. Shelly looked concerned, like she wanted to tell me something but wasn’t sure if s

A young girl's voice snapped us back to reality, and I quickly went to use the toilet and relieve myself. I washed out my hands in the running tap water, and once I was done, I asked Eunice, my voice soft but filled with curiosity, "Who was that girl?" "My younger sister. Jennifer and Quin," Eunice replied, smiling and said, "Quin is 12, and Jennifer is 8 years old." "Wow! And you're far older than them?" I asked her as we got out of the bathroom in her room.

"Nyla, apologize to your younger sister!" Nyla smirked. "Oh? So you do acknowledge that she's younger than me? Tell me, have you ever seen a younger sister screaming at her older sister like that? Calling her deaf? What poor manners."

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

“Please? All the girls are going. I just turned thirteen two days ago. I'm a teenager now.” I shake my head, almost smiling at her words. “Barely… You're barely a teenager. And who says you can go if other girls are going?” She pouts, groaning out loud like she might hit me with a stick or something even better. I pause for a moment, “Hold on a second… will there be boys there?” My sister rolls her eyes at me. “Maybe?” “Then my answer is still no.” “Luciano! They're just boys my age. There’s nothing special about them.”

"That's nice. I have a younger sister, she's like... obsessed with meeting new people. Once she finds out about you, you'll be on her radar." I raise my brows, amused. "Oh yeah? How old is she?" "Thirteen going on thirty," he says with a chuckle. "She thinks she runs the house. Honestly, she probably does." I giggle. "I think I like her already. I'd like to meet her one day." "Really? She'd love that. She's always complaining that I don't bring friends home. So now I can finally be like, see? I do have friends."