Sister Feet Story Novels & Stories

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

Keanu stayed quietly by my side until the sun set and the boat returned to shore. Then he brought a bouquet of larkspur. “The shop said this flower’s meaning is freedom. I hope it brings you happiness.” With Keanu’s presence, my mood finally began to lift. The next morning, I opened the door, only to have my heart sink again. The four men appeared once more, three of whom were my brothers, who pushed in immediately. “Luna—” I stepped back two paces, cold and distant. “No. Luna died on the bridge. I’m not your sister.”

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

he was my sister’s fiancé. And me? I was just a woman caught in a reckless deal, dancing between logic and temptation. I turned my face away, my breathing short, my head echoing with nonstop warnings: This is wrong. This is insane. Stop, Maya. I pushed against his chest. That bare, warm, solid chest that almost made my thoughts blur. His muscles tensed under my palm, and for a second I hated how my body was more honest than my mind. I needed to step away. I had to.

"Mom, doesn’t my skin look even more yellow? I feel like I’m turning into pure gold!" "Yes, yes, Sharon! I’d say you’re carrying our golden blessed child!” I opened my eyes in shock and saw my mom holding a large bowl of chicken soup, doting on my sister-in-law. When Sharon Fox noticed me, she quickly handed me the bowl. "Fiona, you drink this first. Even if I’m carrying a golden blessed child, you’ll always be our family’s sweetheart."

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.

There is no real delay, because this is the night I have been waiting for –for my plans to happen! It takes me a year to plan all of this and now it is already happening. The revenge that my sister really deserves from me. Fred gets what I mean by kissing him, and he again put his one hand on my clit and caress it which gave me a strange sensation that I just got to only really feel now and to think that Fred, my brother-in-law is the one who made me experienced those feelings. His kisses made his way to my mounds and sucked my nipples like a baby, hungry for his mother's milk. I could do nothing but press his head against my breast, while one of his hands continued to massage and do magic

It seemed, by her demeanor, her nose was bent out of joint. "Let's be honest Bridgit," another woman's voice floated into the conversation. She was a little smaller in stature than Bridgit, same colored hair that was cut short and left down, and had the same blue eyes. These were both of his sisters. She wore a similar outfit to Bridgit's, with the exception that her blouse was a dark grey instead of black and she wore heels instead of flats. She was similar to Riley's stature. Bridgit was taller than both of her siblings without heels on. She must have gained her height from her father, while Riley and his other sister, Poppy, took after their mother. "I'm surprised all of us are here, cons

Her legs were bare and she had on a pair of sandals that consisted of a sole and a couple of thin straps. It was early in the evening so we were the first patrons for dinner. The waiter was showing us to our table, Colleen following the waiter and me following behind, watching Colleen, when I had a heart stopping epiphany. My sister has a fantastic ass.