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

Product Information

Finally her toenails... were absolutly stunning because they fitted perfectly in the whole picture and literally nothing was missmatching. Color ? White. Hey" she said to me after she finished her glass, patting her chest "Wanna see what I figured out?" I just put my other hand around her right foot and kneaded every single tiny part of it. I slightly pulled her toes, went in between them with all my fingers and started all over again. I repeated my technique three times befor I switched to her left foot, doing exactly the same. In the meantime my sister sighed reliefed from time to time and commanded here and there with something like: further down, further up, more pressure, etc." My desires got charmed for a second and so did I in total. But I would never do something like this... I choked. I get so angry when I think about this. I am not trying to say I was a perfect boy, but really what was she thinking be spanking me in the living room. Why couldn't she just have takin me to my bedroom, other than she wanted to humiliate me.

Oh C'mon Luky-boy it's just some kisses on my foot and some praying for forgiveness" She laughed at her own words because that vision was just ridiculous I slowly started to open the door. Although I have looked at my sister more than ever in the past two days, I really didn't know what to expect her to look like after my little trip. I looked up angrily, but said nothing. It wasn't worth the argument, not at that articular moment. began pulling out my English homework first, looking up at her occasionally. she was just laying on the table on her phone, texting, playing games, seemingly switching between a few activities. Her legs were spread out, with her feet just close enough to me to give me the occasional whiff of her sweaty gross odor. Hello there! I'm a german dude who wants to share a story. I put much effort in it and try my best to deliver as good as I can.So show me where you belong" the tone in her voice satisfied me. With those words she took a small step forward with her right foot. Her gesture was so dominating. She must have been in command in school the whole time. Her presence overwhelmed me. Her dominant voice seemed to be casual for her. Who was I to resist her ? Didn't matter, nobody could have resisted. She made another round around me, drinking the last bit out of her glas. She finally stopped in front of me. I got her feet fully into my sight again. I do as told, and she grunted 'that was a decent arm warmup, but I need more" she said as she started curling my bench.CURLING it! I'm Luke and I'm going to highschool. I can't wait to leave it and I'm actually close to doing so. I don't have a plan for my future career but that's a minor matter. Because I'm pretty good at school -although I'm not doing much for it- I've got a LOT of freetime. Spending this time I often hang out with my friends, especially from my clique. We're skating, dancing hip hop, and just enjoying life. Moreover I'm totally fine with every aspect of me. My body is decent, I'm quiet smart, etc. All in all I just love my life. Uhhh" I was a bit dumbfounded. then she gave the smile I gulped when I saw that. she looked so...smug, happy, content.

So let me explain some things at the very beginning. The point in life where I was 19 years old and my life just changed completly. It felt like I was in there for an hour before she flushed again "Hey, baby brother....whos' the wekaest person in the house?" Her lips were a bit plumper now, think she may have been wearing some light make-up, and she had a pink streak in her perfect blond hair. But she looked very much the same as she always did I still didn't quite understand what was happening inside or outside of me when I put the glas from my sister into the dishwasher. She approaches me slowly as she clears her throat, perfect as ever before looking me in the eye. "Well, Diane will be in charge this weekend. I expect you to be on your best behavior"

Mom always gave Diane preferential treatment, sometimes I have a hard time blaming her. The girl is popular, ambitious, and a prodigy at everything she tries. Still, it would be nice if sometims she stepped in to stop Diane a bit. I was about to finish the third round on her left foot as she finally opened her eyes again and started wiggling with her feet. I didn't stop though.

I know, right? wierd that I'm like, five times stronger" she said as she showed off hr biceps again. Heyyy Luke, here's Ashley, the girl from the mall, y'know ? Wondered if we could continue our little chat *wink*"Being bored he would go searching for something to do in the house. Often he'd sneek into his sister's room to play her records on her stereo record player she had. We would chew over women’s rights, the IRA, Madonna – often while she was shaving her legs or waxing her bikini line – because more than anything she hated to be alone. That can't be...* I muted myself, put off my headset and asked the person in. Surprinsingly my mother showed up. I added the photos, but then she giggled, telling me what points to hit with the album that my sister was so superior, that I was a sissy, that girls were inconceivably better, that my sister beat me up today, she made me piss myself...all of it.

One last information: This story isn't finished yet. Feel free to comment/share your ideas, thoughts and suggestions with me and the community to fill the story with life. 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.well that's good to know. and you now not to call girls bullies now? Bullying is not a buzzword, its meaningful" You were more chill when you had full control over her, she's getting close to your level buddy" he grinned.