Sister Tickle Novels & Stories

pples were svvked by two different guys, so I wasn't left idle. Before I could take action, Tony shoved Mia's face into my c00chie because I was so ecstatic. She eventually put her tongue around my cl!t. I let out a loud "Fvvvvvvk ahhhh" as she svcked on my cl!t I was shocked by how much my sister was turning me upside down by svcking my c00chie. She tickled my cl!t with her thumb while her tongue dug deep into my c00chie h0le.

I softly hum along to the tune, not wanting to give away that I don’t know any of these songs. I pull my phone out of my pocket and put it on silent. Dean looks at me and smiles, still singing along with the crowd. I lean closer to his ear. He bends slightly down to hear me. “You know, this feels like stabbing my sister in the back, and it sucks because she’s always looked up to me.” I shout into his ear. He moves his arm from around me. “I’m sorry. But, I’m just trying to get over her.” He says.

Finally it was Aiden's turn. "Daddy can I touch her?" Aiden asked his dad, pointing to his sister. "Of course son, she is your little sister. You can touch her as much as you want." Aiden was delighted by his dad’s reply and ran to Ana enthusiastically. Doubtfully he extended his index finger and rubbed her cheek. In response Ana blinked her eyes. Aiden took a step back alarmed and squeaked, “she is real.” And at once everyone in the room burst into laughter.

“I told you this would happen!” Waitㅡ what?! I struggled to form words. “Wait, I can explain. She's lying!” His mum stepped forward, fury written across her face. “Is it not enough? The havoc and the rumors you've spread against your own sister?!” She seethed, voice harsh. I took a step back, struggling to form words. “Youㅡ That's not what happened, hear me outㅡ she's lying to you all! She cheated on Alpha Orionㅡ”

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

on my pussy. I gasped as my fingers pushed into my panties, kissing its way down to my throbbing clit. I imagined his touch. Rough yet tender. The way he would kiss me while his fingers rubbed circles around my clit. The way his fingers would seek my- "Looks like you're having fun." I heard my sister's high pitched voice and my eyes shot open. They connected with her cold blue eyes and a mocking smirk. Celeste. My older sister and the golden child. The one who had been haunting my real life since the day I was born.

>>> Whiskey was a memory of warmth in my stomach as I sat in front of Gallena's TV table, which was very moody this time. "Fright Night, Evil Dead, or Night of the Living Dead?" I put the movie on my lap and waited for an answer. Gallena's muffled words could be heard from the bed. "Sixteen Candles." My eyes widened. "Sixteen Candles?" "Mmhm." This is bad. Very bad. "Are you really sure?" She sighed. "Yes, Gretta." "Okay. . . let me take it." I looked at my sister like she had grown two more heads as I walked out of the room. However, she only looked drunk and tired, covered by the Star Wars blanket.

Deciding that I didn't want to see my 'family' be so mushy with my sister, I reached up and pinched her cheeks. "Awe. Look at my little fighter. She's so tough." I teased in a baby voice and she pushed my hands away. "Fuck off, West." she yelled and I laughed and jumped up to tickle her as I sat on her so she couldn't escape. "You're crushing me! Get off!" she screamed as I tickled her. Unfortunately for me, I didn't pin her arms and she swung and hit me in the shoulder to get me off her. "Shit! Willa! That hurt!" I complained as I got off her, rubbing my shoulder and she grinned.

She may be a quick and easy kill, but it won't make it any less enjoyable for me. “Or what?” I snarled. What could this pathetic tick possibly do to me. “What are you going to do, dear sister? You think you can stop me, you think you can beat me? Do you want to give it a go?” I teased her, seeing if she was dumb enough to take the bait. She was hesitating. But she wants to, I can see it on her face. Her eyes darted around the clearing before coming back to mine. Her expression changed then. She’s made up her mind, she’s going for it.

Someone is definitely going to be clinging to the rim of a toilet bowl soon. My eyes dragged over to the final corner. I saw her. My so-called sister. She’s surrounded by all her blonde clones. Their iPhones were all out, off course. They’re squishing their faces together as they seductively pout their lips that had been heavily layered with pink lipstick. They’re probably taking their hundredth selfie that day, Snapped, Instagrammed, Tik-Toked and had the hell hashtagged out of it. Or whatever they do with their pictures. My sister took out some more glittery pink lipstick and records herself applying it. Ew.