Diapered By Sister Novels & Stories

What hurts me most is the one and only picture of my family I could save from getting burned by my uncle, I kept it safely inside the Diary for years, until now that it's torn to pieces. "Why exactly do I deserve all these pains? Why are you also heartless like this sister?", I wept bitterly. "Sister? Do you just refer to me as sister? You were such a sucker. Do you recall me as your sister when you snuck out of the home to squander fruits and flowers on your ostensibly parents' grave? My mother has been looking after you for years, and you've never been pleased enough to purchase her an Apple, yet you didn't hesitate to spend all of those Apples and fruits on an ordinary useless tombstone.

“Dear Diary, My sister burned the omegas foot at the bon fire this evening, on purpose. We were together there when she suddenly disappeared. When she didn’t come back for a while, I went to looking for her. The scent of burning flesh led me to the old pack kitchen. She had the omega’s mouth covered and her hand pressed against the hot burning stove.

The specter of her sister's illness hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over their lives, a shadow that deepened as Jane unveiled the heart-wrenching reality. "Her condition denies her the simple joys of a normal childhood," Jane's voice quivered as she confessed, the weight of her sister's struggles etched in every word. The image of a young girl coming home, tears streaking her face, was vividly painted by Jane's description. The cruelty of bullies taunting her for appearing different, for not fitting the mold of her peers, was a painful reminder of the injustices that life could bestow.

,she added. ************************ Vanessa's POV, As I opened the door, Andre had his cock fully inside of his sister, Didi. She was riding him so hard. I could not believe it. They were siblings, not even step siblings and this was going on. I felt disgusted and irritated. Instantly, I had the urge to leave the house immediately. While we were talking, Didi started crying. "Why are you crying?",I asked because I felt she must be feeling ashamed since I had caught them.

"I could not protect my sister from the big snake. Mommy, the snake was huge." "Common Derek, stop crying. The doctor said your sister is alright now. Common now, wipe your tears." "Dianne is really okay now?" He asked me again to be assure. "Yes she is. I am very sure your sister would want to see you save and strong beside her. Now, stop it now." He nodded and wiped off his tears. I got down from the chair, held his hand to the ward. We both got to the ward. Dianne was already awake, held Dante's hand protectively.

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"

"Oh shit, what the fuck is that?!" We detached ourselves and opened my door that we realized was cracked open. On the floor with her pants down, shirt up, two fingers in her pussy and a hand on her tit sat my sister. " hehe.... Hi Mich.... Jasper..." Oh Diary.... I'll be right back. Becca is touching herself again.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

“You show up, the house comes alive, the kids drive everyone insane, and then you just pull everything away again.” “Fio—” “No, seriously.” Now her voice was calmer. Worse. “I know you work. I know you’re busy. But I’m your sister. They’re my niece and nephew. Sometimes it feels like you show up with one foot still out the door.” The room suddenly felt too bright. Theo stared at his plate. Papá lowered the newspaper completely. Mamá didn’t say a word. Even Delano, who usually couldn’t resist jumping in, stayed quiet.