Forced to Be Family: A Guide for Living with Sinister Sisters, Drama Mamas, and Infuriating In-Laws

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The door of the bathroom opened and the face of my sister appeared, looking kind of confused. "What the hell are you doing here?" Luky-boy, get yourself this stool right there and put it where you sitting right now, wanna show you something" I looked at the stool she were showing me. Her eyes were one of her most powerful features. It feels like they penetrate yours when she wants it, filling you with fear and respect. On the other side she can have those doggy eyes, making sure she gets what she wants. That worked a lot of times in the past by our mother, but she never used it on me, I mean we were on fighting mode all the time. After some time my phone ringed. It was mother, telling me with the call I should go down to eat. I just muted myself on dc and went downstairs.

I started rolling on my skateboard, towards the mall, feeling the vibration of the rough street in my body. My thoughts were mr slowly. The light wind in my sweater calmed me down a bit. My jaw dropped as I looked at her, and she stands up and smiled at me "Hmm, better be careful with me, or else I'll get some of my friends online and make sure you boys never win a match again!"

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I had a vision in front of my eyes. There was me, knealing in front of my sister, looking down at her gorgeous feet. The vision just disappeared as fast as she had popped in.

She exhaled in satisfaction at having solved a problem more complicated than my Key Stage 2 algebra, and one with measurably greater real-world effects. “An’ put some waffles on for the kids, will you?” she added, sinking deeper into the bubbles, “I’m going out in a bit an’ I need a quiet half hour to get my head straight.” I started shivering. She skipped to the next picture. The anklet had a beautiful little key on it. My eyes widened. *This is freaking sexy* I tried to crawl away from her with just my arms "wow, you sue were tied up easily, baby boy" she said as she snapped another cord. I tried to go faster. Why you just stand there,... wanna keep me waiting, huh ?" Her stare pierced me, looking deep into my soul... at least that's how it felt. I nodded slowly, still in pain. I knew that I wouldn't fit to her needs like this. I had to change my foundation.Thank you dear brother, you can admire it everyday in the future. You gotta pay of course, hahah" She scrolled down a bit so I firstly saw the price... Mercifully, I have a sister, two years younger, with whom I shared the chit. We were so close in age and height and looks that we had nearly always presented as twins, another of our strange familial modulations, and we now became teen mums in our own right, almost overnight. We co-parented, as I had with my mother, divvying up the responsibilities. One of us did the kids’ homework and the other went to parents’ evening, one of us got up for the 2am bottle feed, the other took the baby downstairs at six. When someone needed to be dressed as Moominmamma for World Book Day, my proxy twin had to fabricate the costume; when my brother wasn’t keeping on top of his homework, his teachers held me responsible. she returned with a basket of mom's panties, telling me I'd wear one all day tomorrow. no more boy undies when she was in charge. With that we seperated as we smiled at each other one more time and I drove about 3 more minutes to my home. You will, of course, make up for this in future and we spent some lovely sibling time with each other, right, Luky-boy ? You really want that, don't you?"

I guess my place is... beneath you? Though I still need to understand it. It hit me like a thunderstrike that you're superior to me maybe? I'm- I'm really admiring your feet and moreover your presence Samantha, but I don't know..." I felt so reliefed by finally confessing my desires to my sister but my confusion didn't leave me. Maybe I was a bit too fast with it... But I was just passin..." I stopped, knowing that justiying myself had no use. "Well then I'm... I- I gotta say that I drank it yesterday, guess I'm sorry." I lowered my head. What did I say ? After an hour or so, he decided he'd had enough. He turned off the record player, put the records away and reached round to unzip the dress. Baby bro...chill" she said as she pulled out her phone, showing me her texts with mom "She said I could" It will probably help to know that I am was the only boy in my family, and I had one sister that is 2 years older than me, then two younger sisters that are 3 and 4 years younger than I was. My mom wasn't really sexual with me, but this is more about how screwed up she made my life. My mom seem to always have it in for me, and what made me decided to post this here was because of what she did and maybe there are other people that can relate to this.The perfect size for a female foot, with a wonderful shape. The heel was the roughest part but still hella smooth, the sole was just a dream. Oh, the arch? Elegant I don't wanna wait too long, go on. And take my glas with you." I standed up to my feet, took her glas and started rushing out of her room. Why? its really no trouble" she replied with a joyous malice "I could just call her up and we'd see who sh really wants to be in charge" Nice rub" she said as she walked up to me and handled my face she walked to the cabinet again and grabbed some chargers "Well, we're almost done then she gave me the smile. I felt stomahce drop in pain after what she'd done to me before. the ache from where she punchd me throbbed and I felt like I was about to cry.

When I got into the kitchen I saw my mother and my sister sitting on the dining table. I sat down on my common place. My mother raised her voice as none of us started speaking "So I told Samantha already that I'm away for the weekend, don't disassemble the house, kay ?" Of course she was kind of joking but still serious.Luke is everything alright, apart from all the stress today ?" Jay asked as he surfed his board on the dark grey street "seemed like you haven't been fully there today" Mom always gave Diane preferential treatment, sometimes I have a hard time blaming her. The girl is popular, ambitious, and a prodigy at everything she tries. Still, it would be nice if sometims she stepped in to stop Diane a bit. Hello there! I'm a german dude who wants to share a story. I put much effort in it and try my best to deliver as good as I can.