Sister Poems Love Novels & Stories

Sis had her legs spread, her pussy wet and gaping at me at, her middle finger curling at me. "Come here you hard cocked brother. Your sister wants cock, and lots of it! Show your big sister how it feels to have your cock tilling her flower garden!" Come fuck me Jeremy. Let me FEEL your fucking cock fill my aching hot fuck hole brother dear! Turn me into a fuck toy as you did mother dear. Make me feel your cock. Fuck me mercilessly Jeremy, my love..."

“To make sure my sister isn't erased twice. I know you love her, and a small part of you must believe that these things are not a coincidence.” The word ‘sister’ hit harder than I expected. My wolf stirred, sensing the weight behind it but I kept my face impassive.

Zale said, " You love her?" " And what if I do? Are you going to tell me it's wrong to love her, don't bother because I already know how wrong it is? Lily is my elder sister, and I have been told from the very beginning that I should hate her and that I would have to compete with her for the throne one day. But I never hated her, just felt jealous sometimes due to his much my father loved her. He would pick her a hundred times over me. But in time I came to understand just how livable my sister was, she was like the moon itself, bright and intoxicating, and it was hard for anybody to not love her. So I never thought it was wrong to love her as well. At one point I would have done anything to

I don't know how to let people in. Maybe someday I'll figure it out. Maybe someday I'll write you a real letter, or call you, or show up on your doorstep. But not today. Today, this is all I can do. I love you. I've always loved you. I'll always love you. Your sister, Mary

, Fiona said. “ You are such a joy killer”, Bella said. Fiona laughed. “ And you are so delusional sis, wake up”, Fiona said. Bella sighed. Fiona would definitely be a hard nut to crack, she just hope that someday, she would change her ideology about love. “ Whatever, just come over to the dinning, I am starving”, Bella said. “ I love you sis”, Fiona said adorably. She really did love her sister and that was the only love she was capable of giving. A love between two sisters. She was interested in anything else and that was final. Everyone else just had to adjust.

It’s my younger sister, Lesaiah. I answered it and waited for her response. “Sister, where are you?” It’s one o’clock. “Are you going home?” She’s such a sweet girl, very considerate. And I don’t want him to see his sister wasted and brokenhearted. I don’t want him to be afraid of love. Because not everyone is really stupid. “Sorry, baby, but sister won’t go home tonight.” Maybe tomorrow,” she sighed; it was sad that she might ask something of me or need me. Maybe tomorrow

The quiet of a woman who had run out of the specific instruments she usually reached for and was sitting without them and did not entirely know what to do with her hands. "I love you," I said. She looked at me. "I will always love you," I said. "That is not something you can take from me by doing what you did. It is not conditional on your behavior and it never has been and it never will be. You are my sister and I love you and that is simply true." She opened her mouth. "But," I said. She closed it.

I looked up and winked at him. "Oh, come on. I want to have a sister who talks like that." I heard the brown salamander's voice. His sister sounded vexed, "What? I can do a better talk than her." "Try me," he said, "Tell me something about love." "Love is me kicking your ass and you being turned turtle!" she said. "Oh really? You're a big talker, sister. Let's take it outside." Then, the giant brown salamander scampered from the darkness of the cave with his angry sister chasing behind.

A few people wander around, it’s just good for the privacy I need. I kneel by the young girl’s grave, remembering how much she loved flowers. Dad and I used to spoil her with them, and she’d twirl, so happy it made my chest ache with something I can’t name. She used to love everything; I can’t name one thing she hated. Now she’s gone. I’m left with no mother, no father, and worse, no twin. I set the bouquet down gently and slow my breathing. “Loving Sister,” the stone reads, along with other things that matter to our parents but not to me, except her name and dates.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that my sister had been in love with the very person whose father had ordered her sacrifice. But as I read on, I discovered that my sister's love had been reciprocated. Romeo had felt the same way about her, and had even tried to stop his father from carrying out the sacrifice. It was a tragedy beyond words, a love that could never be realized, torn apart by the machinations of those in power. And as I reflected on my sister's story, I couldn't help but think of my own feelings towards Romeo. Even now, years later, I still felt a twinge of longing whenever I thought of him.