You Are Mine, Little Sister นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I swept Vie up in another large hug and whispered in her ear the most heartfelt words I could think of. "I love you, Vie. You are the best friend a woman like me could ever have. I really don't deserve you after all the pain I caused you and I am so, so sorry." She sniffled and squeezed me back. "I love you, too, Bethany. You are the closest to a sister I've ever had, and I don't want to lose you now." I pulled away and crossed my heart with my fingers. "I promise." She giggled. "Good, now go I have a feeling your Mistress is getting a little jealous of the way I'm touching you."

With an unenthusiastic voice, he announced, “This is Vivian Carraway, and she will be your new sister-in-law. Make sure you get to know her tonight. I don’t want you guys to be unable to recognize her at the next meeting.” Vivian commanded herself to smile. As if she were a doll controlled by strings, she pulled the tips of her lips up and offered the group the most appropriate smile while remaining in Edward’s embrace. The other people didn’t know much about her, but Jake and Baldie had dealt with her a couple of times, so they were kind of taken aback to see her reaction. It took quite a while for Baldie to return to his senses. He turned his head around mechanically and asked Little Leuce

Sommer cleared his throat in Amber's direction, and she immediately looked up at her sister, her blood sister, the one she had longed for every day of her life and who was now there, with her. "I want a hug too, little sister," Sommer said lovingly. Amber took a deep breath. Although they seemed like simple things, the word "little sister" filled her whole being, because she felt that they were the purest and most sincere words she had ever heard in her life.

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

Offering me some reassurance, but it isn’t enough to stop the what if’s that are flowing through my mind. “You really think so?” I ask her as I face her. She smiles at me. My little sister is always the sunshine. No matter how bad you feel, she is always there to make others feel good. She nods her head at my question. “Of course I do. From what you have told me, she is strong. You will get her back and when you do, you will have your true mate. Your true Luna Queen.” My eyes widen at what she is saying. Of course, why am I so stupid?

“It hurts less when I think of you. The girl in my dreams.” I feel tears slide down the sides of my face. I want to break the glass, to hold her, to promise her a life she was never given. But all I can do is whisper, “You’re not just something they made.” She stares at me, confused. “Then what am I?” “You’re mine.” The word slips out, raw, instinctive. “You’re my sister.” The silence that follows is sacred. Her lower lip trembles, and for the first time, she looks almost alive.

Between my legs I was a dripping mess. I looked up at him, trembling. “I’m your little sister…” My voice cracked. Wetness slid down my inner thigh. “And I belong to you.” The words tasted filthy and forbidden. And they made my clit throb so violently I almost came untouched. Damien’s jaw flexed. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Say it again.” “I’m your little sister and I belong to you,” I whispered, louder this time. My nipples were aching points under my thin tank top. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled by the man who was never supposed to touch me.

"And in my eyes, you're always my little sister." The words slammed into my mind like a physical blow. Little sister? Was he kidding me? The man who made my stomach flip every time he walked into a room, the one whose gaze I craved, was calling me little sister? It felt like a slap in the face. Annoyance simmered, hot and sharp, beneath my skin.

“No. You are my sister, and you are Aunt Cass. End of story. I’ll never be ashamed to let the world know that.” I get something that’s better than gold. I get a smile from my little sis.

I am truly, sorry. Love Sienna, your big sister*