Diapered By Sister Novels & Stories

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

"Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her." "Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair. Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts. Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

She plunged her finger into my bleeding wound stab, I was momentarily caught off-guard as I screamed at the immersive pain, wailing, more tears rolled. “Oh, my, does it hurt?” she feigned ignorance “suit you right, trying to be an iron lady, how about you watch me from hell” A sister who stab her fellow sister literally can do worst, she grabbed hold of my hair as my scalp hurt from the grip, I stare at her with bloodshot eyes “ I’m going to enjoy all the amazing benefits you set, your no waste” she said, cleaning her blood fingers on my shirt. “So pathetic and tragic” she sneered

‘You told me that he was beyond amazing in bed. Maybe I should see for myself whether or not that is true…’ My sister's teasing words came back to me, and they never felt so threatening as they did at that moment. Although I knew that she wasn't purely joking about it, I also didn't think that she would end up acting on it either. I also never counted on something like that happening when the two of them were left alone together while I was out doing Diana a favor. I was beyond angry at my sister and her lack of restraint, but then I realized that Diana had always been this way. I just never thought that she would seduce Bradon given the fact that she knew about my relationship with him.

That son of a bitch had damaged my sister beyond any repairs. I remember, my body had drained in pure pain when I had seen my baby sister bleeding from the private parts. There was even a dildo inserted in her vagina and a handkerchief tied around her mouth to prevent her from screaming. He had also carved the word 'Bitch' on her stomach with a knife that bled. That was the most cruel thing I saw as a brother. I can't even imagine the pain she must have endured then. And I can't stand to reminisce that day as it only leaves me with goosebumps and tears.

Nathan lifts my chin with his finger, making me meet his eyes. "You are stunning, you know that, right?" He mutters. My cheeks flush. Before I can speak, my phone buzzes in my hand. I open it, expecting a text, but instead, it is a notification that my sister has tagged me in an Iñstagram post. A line appears between my brows. It is odd for my sister to tag me in a post. She has never done that before. “ I am sorry,” I mumble to Nathan. I open my sister's post. My heart misses a beat. It is a recent photo dump of her and Aiden, who is wearing the same clothes from before he ditched me.

Diana leaps for joy when the door to her parent’s room opens, revealing her dad. “Father?!” she called and went to him. “Where is my little sister?” She demands and walks to her father. “She’s inside with your mother,” her father answered. “Can I see my little sister now?” She requested and her dad smiled, nodding his head in return. Diana didn’t wait for her dad to say a word before she pushed the door and entered the room her mother was in. She screeched excitedly, seeing her sister, who had just been born. “She’s pretty,” she mumbles and tries to touch her on her cheek, but her mother jerks her hand away.

There must be something regarding Daxon or Charles in the diary that will help us with the investigation. Having this thought in mind, I found the diary where the granny said it would be and sat down in the bed. My heart was pounding hard, thinking about what I might find in it. "Life is so complicated now. I am watching my sister fall into a trap set by these monsters, and I can’t even do anything for her." I read it aloud and pouted sadly, "I wish I could somehow tell my sister how much I care about her. I am not angry with her because she is also being manipulated and drugged. I am just worried for her," I smiled, knowing about her thoughts about me.

* Tara had been shifted to the bedroom in the house and she lay on the bed, sobbing. Her sister, Ria, came in after a while, looking serene and beautiful in her night suit. She crossed over to where Tara was sitting up, almost fearfully and held out her arms. Tara rushed into her embrace, hugging her sister fervently. ‘I have been so stupid, Ria,’ she sobbed as Ria kissed her sister’s familiar-smelling head, the scent of something fruity reminding her how very young little Tara was. Soothing her sister, she pulled the younger one onto her lap and they sat there, Ria cuddling her sister as the younger girl sobbed her heart out.