My sister Rebecca is 10 years older than me, so we were never really close. When she was a teenager she was especially bitchy. She got married at 18 and became a complete Holy Roller, church three times a week and telling everyone they were going to hell and she would laugh at them from heaven.
My uncle Rick was nice to me, and Mom and Dad understood that, that’s why when he wanted to do s*** things to me they would ignore it. I didn’t mind, it was rather nice. I was 13 when I figured out Uncle Rick was paying our rent and utilities.
When I was 19 Uncle Rick died and I inherited his big house and a small trust. My parents showed their true colors and tried to use lawyers to s***** the inheritance but failed. I haven’t talked to them since.
Later that year Rebecca the B**** contacted me. Her Good Christian husband burnt down their house for insurance and ran off with the money. She had four kids and I wasn’t about to let kids be homeless. But the second she came in, she got botchy. She tried to claim the master bedroom for herself, she tried to move me to the detached apartment, she tried to “lay down the law” and take over. So I threw them all out. A few days later, she said she was “willing to forgive” me.
Again, I wasn’t going to let the kids stay in the streets. But I laid down my own rules. I made it clear that I was the Top B****. “My house my rules”. And I made her sign notarized documents to that effect. She protested, but she had nowhere else to go.
I of course have held that agreement over her head and rubbed it in her face. I even made my house a “Clothing Optional” zone just to piss off her “Christian” sensebilities, I hardly wear clothes at home anymore, and none of her kids do. I made it quite clear that I got the house by incesting or late uncle, and I enjoyed it, which horrified her. And I let the kids have “sanctuary” if they don’t want to go to church, and the oldest two haven’t gone in weeks.
I feel guilty not because of my sister being a b****, I feel utterly justified in grinding her into the dirt. I feel guilty because I think I’ve gone too far with my nieces and nephews.
My oldest nephew Matt and niece Mary have embraced nudism. They hug me a lot, which I like and Rebecca hates. And many things that their mother says “don’t so that” or even punishes them for I encourage. The younger ones watch all this. Rebecca probably has enough on me to get me locked up, but she does nothing but go to church and complain that I’m only getting away with it because I threaten to throw her out. Which is true.
I feel ashamed of myself for letting the kids run amok, but I have to admit I enjoy it too. I don’t know how far I’ll let the kids go, but p****** of my oh-so-holy sister is addictive.
