Poetry On Sisterhood Novels & Stories

“But sisters do moan like desperate little sluts in heat, begging their big brother to fuck them harder. Sisters spread their legs wide open and cry for their brother’s thick cock to stretch their tight pussy until they’re sobbing with pleasure.” Her face flushed deep red. Her pulse quickened under my fingers as I slowly fastened each button, trapping her in my scent. “Sisters don’t just let their brother take their first time,” I continued, voice dropping lower, “they don't beg for it. They don't claw at his back, wrap their shaky legs around his waist, and scream his name while he ruins them. Sisters don’t just take their brother’s cock, they don't squirm and whimper like needy whores, mil

Girly things. I once wrote a poem for Rene's sixteenth birthday, and she pasted it on her wall. The poem is still there; she says it's the most beautiful poem anyone has ever written for her. It's the only poem anyone has ever written for her. Like most sisters, we also fight and argue, and we don't need to apologize to one another to be besties again. Being in a book club with girls is one thing, but being with Rene is another. She gets me, and she hypes me up. She might be annoying at times, but she's still my sister.

Our embrace was a sanctuary, a haven where words were unnecessary, for we spoke the language of hearts entwined. In the cocoon of our shared vulnerability, it was as if I, too, became a beacon of solace for my sister. Our souls danced in silent communion, finding solace in the simple act of holding one another. It was a moment of profound intimacy, a revelation of the depths of our bond.

"Mom, are you royalty here? Everyone seems to treat you with such reverence." To my surprise, she threw her head back and laughed, a musical sound that echoed through the corridors. "No, my dear, I am not royalty in the traditional sense. But I do hold a position of great importance within the Sisterhood." She led me to a quiet alcove, where we could speak more privately. "You see, Selena, the Sisterhood is not just a group of women with special powers. We are the guardians of ancient knowledge, the keepers of secrets that have been passed down through generations."

Monica laughs lightly. "I am glad that you didn't make the same mistake of hurting your mate." Karen smiles with a hint of pain and guilt in her eyes, "It won't be easy, but it is worth it." "You can talk to us." Lily places her hand over mine, reading my confusion which I am trying to hide, "We all are your sisters and friends. It is not just the brotherhood that runs deep into this club's roots. Even sisterhood is stronger than the blood. We ladies always have each other's back, no matter what."

“Pains and aches and evil things, fly from her on rapid wings, leave my sister’s body, and don’t return. For peace and quiet I yearn for her soul. Surround my sister in her radiant light. Cleanse her power pure and white, Banish forces of the night. This simple wish is mine to cast. A magic spell to dispell the pain of our past. I close my eyes a little shiver, This wish to me now please deliver, My sister hurt a I render her back to dirt.”

She continued arranging the vegetables, chicken, fish, and soup on their dining table. Sumico Kammal didn’t utter anything again. She solely sounded out her monolog underneath the ocean of her mind, feeling and perception. There’s no more sisterhood between both of us I think… Our sisterhood has been really ruined just because of a man, just because of feminism love, lust as well as desire… Mmm… Sumico sighed in her long breath. Meanwhile, while going upstairs and walking to her bedroom, Wenny Kammal also sounded out her monolog at the quay of her thought, feeling and consideration.

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

Killian trails on, having nothing else to defend himself. “Why couldn't you share it with me, Killian!” She shakes his arm in frustration, feeling betrayed by her own brother, “I trusted you. But you just had to break it like your father. You just proved to me that I can trust neither of you. You also proved to me how little I matter to you.” Killian shakes his head immediately, not being able to digest her accusation. “I wonder if you would hurt me like this if I were your real biological sister.” Andrea strikes Killian with the most hurtful thing she could ever say.

BLURB ******* Have you not heard about the term bro-code If you have ,you must very well know the top most code in the list of bro-codes will always be 'best friend's sisters are off limits.' So let's see how beyond control is falling for your best friend's sister for Liam Fredrick ,your typical college bad boy. ********** Does a sis code exist?? Not sure huh? As much as brothers hate their sister falling for their best friend, it's exactly the opposite when it comes to the sisters, don't you think so??