Diapered By Sister Novels & Stories

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

He leaned forward slightly. "Six weeks ago you walked into my house in your sister's wedding dress and told me you were imperfect but you did all you could. And I watched you do exactly that every single day. I watched you handle my mother and my sister and the press and the board and a cheating boyfriend and a best friend who betrayed you and a sister in a coma and an investigation into an attempted murder and you did all of it without once asking for more than you were owed." He paused.

It seems like a long time has passed since the last diary entry, as the child's handwriting has become sharper, faintly revealing a keen penmanship. The diary, just like his words, was a faithful representation of a child's worldview in between the lines. Diary entry: Sister, I had a very, very scary dream. In the dream, you were taken away by a terrifying man. He deceived you with sweet words, making you willingly give your kidney to his beloved woman, and your body was not the same as before. My sister's ending was too tragic. You, such a kind girl, shouldn't have had such an ending. Perhaps the only place where fate treated you kindly was when I found you at your most desperate moment.

Click, click, click, went the camera until she finally dismounted. I heard my sister snort, and she was pointing at me. "Look what you did to my innocent brother!" The way I was laying, I could see that despite my best efforts, I was indeed now sporting a chub, tenting my boxers slightly. "Alright," Amanda said quietly, "Last one I guess." Erin, still naked from the waist down and sporting a clean shaven pussy, and Amanda both looked to my sister. She shrugged and pushed down her own thong, revealing that she was shaven clean as well.

Over by the apiary, a female in a white suit and veil is smoking the bees. Another female, Wrenlee’s sister, Annabel, is perched on an overturned bushel basket, picking peas. Their youngest sister, Laney, sits nearly in the grass, shelling the peas and popping at least every other one in her mouth. “Hello, sisters,” I call. They both wave. They’re still shy of me and the other males, but they don’t smell of fear anymore, and that’s a blessing.

“She’s fine. Ain’t you, sissy?” “Understood, ma’am.” “See? Even Matteo gets it,” she turned back to me. I couldn’t answer. My face was still pressed into the bed frame, my lips had started trembling. “Hey…” My sister's smile faltered. “Why aren’t you fighting back? I’m literally reading your diary. That’s supposed to be a war crime, right? You should be biting me or something.”

I decided to go see how my sister was feeling after the match because I definitely care, as if, I just want to see how beat up and laugh at the site, I mean what could be funnier than seeing the great Diane injured huh So I headed right down the tower to wear the players and there she was with no single scratch on her, just the stain of people's blood. “Aww dear sister, did you miss me so much, you came rushing down here to see me,” she said as she suddenly hugged me. “Oh, please let me go, you are literally stained with blood and reek like hell jeez,” I complained as I struggled to get out of her hug but to no avail. Seriously, how exactly is she this strong even after everything she had ju

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

I shouted and sobbed as he moved aside to get out of the bed, revealing the girl behind him. I felt my world being stolen from under my feet when my nineteen-year-old sister got up from the bed wearing nothing but her hand over her boobs and a thin sheet around her waist. I yelped, "Tabitha! What the heck are you doing with your brother-in-law?"