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

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What I wanna say is... a neat, smart servant who knows when to speak and when not to, not only does his job better but above all ranks the owner significantly higher than some wannabes with useless souls." 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. Okay so" I lost a lot of my nervousness as I began to explain "I guess it started yesterday when I fell to your... to your feet... in the entrance, y'know ? And since then I can't help it but to... to look at them. Your feet and your legs are just mesmerizing... I don't know why but please let me be." I sighed as I sat on the couch, knowing what was awaiting me this weekend. You wouldn't expect me to be this embarassed. I'm a fairly attractive guy, 18 years old, 6'3, dirty blond hair. I'm athletic, have the honor of being the best heavyweight wrestler at any school I meet with. I make straight A's in high school, even my AP classes, and I have a pretty free ride to college tomorrow. The big problem is my family. Duuuude your sister is fiiree bro!" Jay commented. Ty and G burst out laughing and Ty added:" spitting facts right here but nonetheless funny af" we all laughed but I interrupted after some time:" Whatever you horny's, she's annoying as hell after all and she tramples my nerves."

Females in that age are trash" G made a rejecting hand gesture "now you here calm down and let's go to the skatepark, we got only 2 hours left befor hip hop class"

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 That can't be...* I muted myself, put off my headset and asked the person in. Surprinsingly my mother showed up. Now she looked up into my eyes again, smiling. "Yes you start to understand your position, Luky-boy. Nevertheless you could have been a little more passionate." Her smile turned into a challenging grin while saying that. Finally her toenails... were absolutly stunning because they fitted perfectly in the whole picture and literally nothing was missmatching. Color ? White. Baby bro...I only call you that because I love you. And I think, as your baby sitter, its my job to make sure you do your homework"

She drops a pair o mom's panties on my chest. pink and white striped ones. I whimper at her. she smiles at me "Is my baby brother asking for more punishment?" I've made a few dinners before in my life, this one was...OK, to be sure. Maybe if I was less distracted I'd have made something better. 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?" You know you're talking trash Luke, just go out of my sight pathetic." Her calm attitute did not changed a bit.I imagined some scenarious in my head how the future would look like from now on. Of course I still wanted to continue my normal life, referring to the life outside of that house. I probably overthought. My fetish visions took over sometimes but I had to keep in mind: this was my freaking sister.

I also recall one time getting a spanking in front of my whole family. I don't even recall what it was over, but I remember my mom yanking me up right in the middle of my family room and in front of my three sisters and my dad, and my mom made me pulldown my own pants for a spanking. I recall her yelling at me to pull my underwear down, but I was embarrassed and I just froze. I was scared but also so embarrassed at the same time, that I didn't know what to do and just froze. She kept yelling at me to pull them down, but I couldn't, and I think that just pissed her off more, then she yanked them down and began to spank the hell out of me. I remember being highly embarrassed and trying to face toward the wall so that I only had to expose my butt to my sisters, but my mom grabbed my arm and just began to blister my butt so hard that I couldn't stand still. I tried for the longest time to keep my other hand covering my private parts, but she just kept swinging until finally I couldn't stand it any longer and moved my hand around to try to stop from being hit by the belt. I was jumping around in a circle trying to avoid each swing of the belt, but my mom just kept blistering me until there was no doubt that everyone got to see every private part of me. The next morning did not go well. I..I acted in defiance and wore boxers under my pants. She was satisfied enough with breakfast, but when she saw me bend over I saw the smile on her face. I tried to run but she caught me easily. She still lived at home with Sam and mother , Angela. She worked as a receptionist at a solicitor firm in town.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!" I opened my eyes and my sister was laughing harder than she had all night, pointing at me "Oh my god, did you just pee yourself because your baby sister was threatening you! what a colossal sissy!" I have often since wondered, if my mother’s mother had’ve been slightly less repressive, would my teenage mother have aborted me, her first child, little sister, adopted parent? I sometimes think that would’ve been better for her, honestly, if for no other reason than she wouldn’t have been forced into a shotgun wedding, three months pregnant, with my otiose biological father. She had the grades, she was university material, she could’ve been the first one in the family to get a diploma. I think my grandmother would’ve forgiven her, eventually. I think she may have earned rather more love with an English degree and a teaching job than with eight kids and five troubled marriages, and maybe that’s what happened, elsewhere in the multiverse.

Well I guess you have enough of our daily clashes, huuuh, Luky-Boy ? You finally giving up to your younger sister or what ?" She smiled for a second than switched up to grin again. "But put your energy into something more useful than disobedience, Luky-boy."Mom called out "Dieane!" to the basemen of our upscale home, and in a moment I heard thepitter patter of tiny feet. in what seemed like seconds she burst through the door and jumped into mom's arms, the two kissing on the lips.