Sister Feet Story Novels & Stories

As soon as my feet hit the ground, I heard footsteps, fast ones, running through the snow. I turned, my breath catching in my throat. There she was, coming right at me, arms out. Lara. My sister, looking older but real. Her hair was shorter, her face flushed from the cold and her eyes were wide with something like worry or relief. I froze for a second, not sure if it was her or a trick, but then she was there, pulling me into a hug tight enough to squeeze the air out.

Footsteps rushed toward me before warmth covered my hand, holding me in place. I looked down. The rabbit girl was kneeling with teary eyes. "Sis, don't make Big Brother more mad. Please, just get on your knees." She clasped my hand between hers. "Who is your sister?" I asked, pulling my hand away and making her fall. "I don't do scripted plays." I kept walking away, but suddenly my feet left the ground. The brown-haired guy had picked me up and dropped me back in front of the scary-looking white-haired man.

"From the moment you deliberately approached Gordon, told him that you had a hated younger sister and goaded Mom and Dad into trading me for money, your fate was set in stone," I said, smiling at Marissa. When we were young, I always suffered because of her, but that was only because I hadn't yet learned how to be crafty, nor did I have any way to guard against her schemes. However, once I became aware of my circumstances and decided to change my fate, I began learning all sorts of things. Every day, I would envision possible futures and think about how I could protect myself against them.

And it had never once, not in twenty-eight years, looked that peaceful while it lied to me. "Aiden," I said. "Step back from her." He didn't move. None of us did, not when the wind shifted and brought the smell up from the treeline, smoke and something colder underneath it, something that did not belong to any fire we had lit. Then I heard it. Footsteps on the ridge in front of us, unhurried, almost gentle, the way you walk when you already know you've won. I turned my focus on the small figure in the middle, and there she was, my actual sister, alive, bound at the wrists, being walked down the slope like a leashed animal beside a man I had only heard about.

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

She naturally knew, but. She turned around early and asked, "What's wrong? Second Sister-in-law sprained her ankle?" "Yes." Simon frowned and picked up Gladyce in the next second. "Hey!" Gladyce was so frightened that she pounded him. She frowned and protested in a low voice, "Put me down! What does this look like?" "Don't talk. Be quiet!" Simon's tone was not very good. He looked at her and said, "Your second sister-in-law is not used to wearing high heels. I'll take her in first and apply her feet. If she is late, tell my parents."

Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith. Just as I am about to leave the kitchen, I hear footsteps approaching. My heart skips a beat. Is it Aiden again? Damn, do I even want the person to be him? Deep down in my mind, I do. I heave a sigh of relief when I see my sister walking towards me, grinning from ear to ear. I watch as she heads to the fridge. I should make my exit. “ Are you done with the dishes?” Sarah asks. “ Yes,” I reply.

Her eyes twinkled with delight at the suggestion, and we set to work immediately. "So you not only make hair, you also do nails, huh?” She was so impressed. “Yeah…not a big deal, right?" She huffed. “Of course, it is. Look at Faith here. He is so useless. He's got three sisters but can't get a single thing done for us. And they say guys with sisters have higher tendencies of learning stuff like this. But his case differs. I heard you had a sister. What about her? Did she leave with your mum?"

It made it even easier for me to get away from all that horror. Turning back, I saw everyone clustering around my sister as if she was some newly discovered gem, everybody wanted to start up a conversation with her. Everybody wanted to talk with her and be around her while everyone else avoided me as if I was the plague personified. I put one foot in front of the other and then suddenly the heel of my shoe was knocked off and I almost fell but quickly balanced myself looking at the last of the high heel shoes that I had great now if any events came I would have to wear flats! I didn't want to think of how embarrassing that will be

Her lustful gaze searched his, and she could see her desire mirrored in his eyes, his intense yearning for her. Lucas drew her petit foot to his mouth and kissed her ankle before he ran his tongue along the arch. Skylar locked her bottom lip between her teeth as she let the erotic sensations roll through her. Her brother kissed her foot, sucking her perfect toes into his mouth one by one. His kid sister had the most feminine feet, he noted, boasting amazing symmetry and softness. Her nails were carved to perfection and exquisitely painted. He could spend all night loving her girly feet.