Novel & Cerita Younger Sister Stories

"Nyla, apologize to your younger sister!" Nyla smirked. "Oh? So you do acknowledge that she's younger than me? Tell me, have you ever seen a younger sister screaming at her older sister like that? Calling her deaf? What poor manners."

The seventeen year old girl giggled from the backseat of the car where she was sitting with her younger sister. The young one followed her suit and giggled as well, despite not knowing what her sister was rambling about. But seeing the older girl making funny faces at the painting of a boy with bright blue eyes, she had a good guess, and almost rolled her eyes at her elder sister. The younger girl was sometimes too smart for her age and liked to think she was smarter than her sister, who was behaving like a child at the moment.

"Nyla, apologize to your younger sister!" Nyla smirked. "Oh? So you do acknowledge that she's younger than me? Tell me, have you ever seen a younger sister screaming at her older sister like that? Calling her deaf? What poor manners."

All bounce and curve and jiggle, a pouty mouth made to wrap around something fleshy and stiff, great tits, great ass, and a seemingly inexhaustible libido. Renee's fault? Well … I didn't know about that. My other sister was the shy one, the strange one, preferring her own daydream world of the ballet to reality. She was the youngest, eighteen to my twenty-five, only a little kid when I was sent off to boarding school. Even now, she tended to be off in her own world most of the time.

The older answered as she patted, the younger girl’s short brown hair. “What about papa?” Asked the younger. The older girl smiled, “He’ll be OK. We’ll take back what’s ours!” The older answered. “Right!” The younger smiled as she looked at her older sister’s blue eyes and brown hair just like hers. “Right, just like what we did last time, OK? You hide and support me while I attack.” The older told her sister as her eyes started to glow. “Wait!” The younger told her sister as she hugged her.

I ran after him and stopped him before he got into his room. "What now?" He asked. "The thing is.. my younger sister has kids; twin boys who are just over a year old." He stared at me in disbelief, "You're making this up, aren't you?" I shook my head, "I wish I were. It's hard for me to say it to people because it sounds strange but that's the truth. He scoffed, "You have got to be kidding me. If your sister is crippled, shouldn't she know better than to keep her legs open?

"Nyla, apologize to your younger sister!" Nyla smirked. "Oh? So you do acknowledge that she's younger than me? Tell me, have you ever seen a younger sister screaming at her older sister like that? Calling her deaf? What poor manners."

She just kept smiling, her words were very appealing which made me crave her more. "Well, I am not the person who'll melt just by some tears." I told her as her smile turned into a smirk. She moved back to her work and began to say, "Me and my younger sister lost our parents when we were kids. We grew up in the orphanage together, she can't live without me.” Younger sister? She was 23, how young could she be to be at the orphanage? 17? 15? “Is that why you were working at the orphanage?” I asked nonchalantly.

My heart hurts so bad right now. Yes, I am just ten years old however I have friends at school who have big sisters at a higher grade level like Anya's big sister. Anya's big sister is in grade six and just two years older than us and Anya told me that her sister already had two ex boyfriends and has also experienced her first kiss and second kiss.

She says turning away looking defeated. I walk back to the bed and climb in. She looks surprised that I actually did what she requested. I draw her into my arms holding her head to my chest and she snuggles closer. "I have a younger sister named lily, she's only 9 years old. She was a surprise baby; my parents never expected her. She just got a puppy just like king for her 9th birthday" I start to say when I can't think of anything else to say. "Hmm mm" She mumbles urging me to continue. I put one strand of hair behind her ear and she leans into my touch. I bury my fingers into her soft curls, running them through it.