Sister Forced Novels & Stories

With so many mouths to feed, we were given the least amount of food. My parents were worried and considering sending my sister and me back to the Johnsons. Mark brought his gang of troublemakers to our house. They smashed everything they could, frightening the babies who started wailing. "Today I'm taking her away. That bookworm Quinn doesn't want you anymore, why are you still set on giving birth to his child? I won't raise someone else's brat! Take her to the clinic! Get an abortion!" The thugs were about to forcibly drag me away. My sister, brandishing a kitchen knife, was kicked to the ground.

Winning people over with virtue? She was clearly using brute force. The three women screamed in terror. Nola seized them by the necks and forced their upper bodies over the railing. Their feet remained on the deck, but everything above their waists hung over the open sea. Their screams grew shriller. “Listen carefully. My sister agreed to this marriage because of me. She never schemed against anyone. If I hear even one more word against her, I will throw all three of you into the sea and feed you to the sharks.”

Her cheeks and nose turned red from crying. “You all ordered me to do things. Do work, go there, not go there, work here, wear this, do the chores…marry you, live here. You all ordered me like I am a puppet. I am also a human. I have my life, I can make my own decisions. Then why are you all like this”? She was shouting in the end, clearly frustrated by my words. But she was wrong here “I am not like your bastard brother. I didn’t sold my sister for some fucking money” I shouted. She was visibly shaken by my words.

I rolled my eyes. “Who is that hottie?” She asked. “Hyacinth’s lawyer, I think.” “Oh, wow. Your sister had a lawyer?” Giselle giggled. “I guess that he’s good in bed, that's why your sister kept him.” I scoffed. “Your sister is such a slut. Hey, I remember how she seduced your step-brother with that acne face and fat body.” “Yeah,” I sighed. “So, she ends up marrying your step-brother as a proxy bride? Does she still fuck with him? I mean, even in high school, she used her body to get him, right?”

Lora said happily. "Well, there is just a tiny catch, as my dad likes to call it. I have to marry Alexander to sign the contract and merge the companies." I said and started crying. How could my own father do this to me? I am his daughter, and he is going to make me marry someone just to grow his business and gain more money. "And you know what the worst part is??" I asked her still crying on her shoulder. Her blouse was wet from my tears. "He, says, he is doing this for me. To secure my future... I mean can you believe this?!" I said and I was now coughing from shouting so much. I was upset. How could he?

She couldn’t control her when she was a child and she can’t control her now. “I’m going to make her act right. Neither of us has a choice here. I’m giving you my word, if you let her back in here. I’ll make sure she’s the most well behaved you’ve ever seen her. She can’t live with that boy. It’s a disaster there.” She says pleading with me. “I need to think about it.” I say after a very long pause. I don’t know why I’m saying that but I just said it. I don’t want to live with my sister again.

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!

Danger was brought to this family by people who are now in federal custody, by a criminal network that has been fully dismantled, and by choices that were made long before Irina Sabalenka ever walked through our door. My brother chose her. Not because he was vulnerable or manipulated or anything else people are currently suggesting from the comfort of their own safe, unbothered lives. Because she is remarkable and he is not an idiot. I was not kind to Irina when she first came to this house. I want to be honest about that because honesty is apparently what today requires. I was hostile and I was wrong and she handled it with more grace than I deserved. She is my sister. She is carrying my ni

Her voice broke. I reached out to hold her, to pull her closer, but she pushed my hands away. "You need to understand that this isn't about your power, money, or connections. This is about my cunning sister, who can go to any length for her desires. I don't just want her in jail, I want her to actually pay for ruining me. And I..." She broke off again. This time, tears were choking her. I stood up and pulled her close. To my delight, she did not push me away.

It sounded to me like someone was in pain. I hurried to the source and wished it would have been someone in pain instead. With her bedroom door opened ajar, I found my sister having sex with another man, humping her from behind. They were both naked while she had her ass in the air, his dick pounding in and out of her.