Younger Sister Stories Novels & Stories

I wаntеd nothing mоrе thаn to rір mу shorts оff, рull her ѕwіm bоttоmѕ tо thе side, ram mу dісk іntо hеr рuѕѕу, аnd fuck hеr like crazy. I knеw I couldn't for ѕо mаnу dаmn rеаѕоnѕ. She wаѕ 18, ѕhе wаѕ Brian's ѕіѕtеr, ѕhе was Tоm'ѕ daughter, I almost fucking rареd hеr less thаn a week аgо, еtс еtс etc.

He would never do something so lacking in boundaries. Rose had pulled the exact same stunt before. Back then, when she had fallen softly into Leon’s arms, I screamed and questioned them. I couldn’t understand it. Why did she have to fall into Leon’s arms over a simple stumble when there were so many werewolves around? Just like now. At that time, Leon had helped her up with obvious concern, carefully adjusting her skirt. He even reminded her gently to avoid wearing such long dresses next time. Leon had nothing but disgust in his eyes when he said, “She’s your sister! Of course I should help her! Rose is so innocent. How could she possibly seduce me?!”

Smart girl. The Younger Sister (Lysandra): A teenage grenade in a ballgown. Eighteen, with Cassian’s storm-gray eyes but zero of his self-control. She kicked off her designer heels under the table and texted furiously, muttering, “Ugh, another blonde Stepford wife? How predictable.” Then she caught my eye and smirked. You’re not her, are you? her raised eyebrow whispered. Tell Cass I said his new toy’s got spine.

) About more of my fantasy…… When I was young, my older sister thought I was asleep. I slept by myself in the far corner of our big bedroom. I heard noises. My older brother and his girlfriend quietly slipped in the room and got in my sisters big bed. It was a hot night and they all got naked. I didn’t move or make any sounds. I was just coming of age, they call it and my interest in sex was very curious.

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

"Everything was fine growing up, my sisters were not as powerful as me but they had royal blood in their veins. We three were trained together by Dad. We could have taken our back to any war in just a few years, But one mistake caused my family their life" "My youngest sister, Elijah, was always the one trying to do feral things. I always supported her. That night she had wanted to climb a tree, but everyone was asleep. We were just seven. Elijah had told me before going. When she came back her arm was injured and she left a trail of blood in her way"

I was only two years older than him so he reached me in high school. "You're such a gossiper, aren't you?" I gave him a warning look but he only ignored it. I always had a hard time speaking to my brother. He always loves to tease me although I'm older than him. "Yey! Sister Sha has a crush. Is he handsome, Brother Sarge?" our youngest sister Selina who is in her last year in elementary school asked her older brother. "You are still young but you already knew those things," I scolded my youngest sister but she only laughed at me as if she is enjoying that I felt annoyed and uncomfortable in front of our parents.

It turned out everything was because of my wonderful elder sister. Eleanor was three years older than me and worked in genetics research. She claimed that, through big data studies, she had ample evidence proving I was a born troublemaker. She told our mother that I had dissected frogs alive as a child. Not only that, but she also alleged that any dead mice or cats found around our home were my doing. She even presented numerous case studies she had found that stated that people like me were born without empathy but with high IQs. This explained my cold personality and good grades.

She looked over at her to find her blue eyes watching her. "Can you tell me the story?" Claire asked, batting her eyes. Morgan smiled standing up. "Ok." She said dusting the sand off her knee and made her way to Claire. She sat on the bed, her back facing the door and brushed a strand of Claire's golden hair out of her eye. "Once upon a time there were two sisters. One younger sister and an older sister. The younger sister had hair the color of sunshine and eyes bluer and brighter than the sky." Morgan began.

But something about his tone tells me he’s asking for more than curiosity. “When I was younger, I noticed my little sister withdrawing, hiding away. She wouldn’t talk to me. Then one day, she turned up dead. My mom… she fell apart. I found out my father had forced her into street work, and when my sister was barely a teen, he sold her off. After my sister’s death, he ran. My mom killed herself not long after.”