Little Sister Incest Stories

Little Sister Incest Stories

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Won't Let it Go!
Elsa and Anna walked towards the courthouse doors, hand in hand. Elsa was trembling slightly, still afraid of what the outcome would be. Would the judge side with her? Would the jury? Would ANYONE? She didn't want to think about the worst… Elsa tried to replay the staff's words of encouragement in her head, as well as Anna's words. Like they've said: Losing the case didn't seem possible. Anna was nervous, too. Even though she had high hopes of Elsa winning the trial, she was still afraid of something bad happening. She knew how cunning her father was, and he also had a good lawyer. But Mr. Marsh was a good lawyer, too… She was sure he would be able to put up a good fight. She was also not looking forward to seeing her parents, particularly Agdar. Just being in his presence filled her with terror. When the sisters reached the front of the double doors, Elsa faced Anna, gently gripping her shoulders. "Are you ready?" Elsa asked. "Well… I would say that I was born ready,
Anna and Elsa sat in the back of Eugene's car, awaiting their meeting with Elsa's lawyer. The ride was silent for a while, until Anna piped up. "Elsa?" she asked, looking up at her. "Hmm?" Elsa hummed in response. "Are you sure this will go okay?" Anna asked. "Of course. Mr. Marsh is very nice. He just wants to go over what will happen in court on Monday and ask you some questions. It won't take long, I promise," Elsa said. Anna smiled a little bit. "Okay. Where are we meeting him?" she asked. "My house," Elsa answered. "You mean, our house?" Anna asked, winking playfully. Elsa grinned widely at her little sister. "That is correct," she said, tweaking Anna's nose, making her giggle. Eugene looked at the girls in the rearview mirror, smiling slightly. "Okay, ladies, we'll be at Elsa's house in five minutes," he said. "Great, thank you, Officer Eugene," Elsa said. "Hey, about that… No need to put 'officer' in front of my name anymore," he said, still smiling. "Okay…E
Later in the evening, Elsa finally returned to the facility. Belle looked up from her paperwork at the front desk and saw her walk in. The platinum blonde looked exhausted. "Good to have you back, Elsa. How did it go?" Belle asked, standing up. "It was tiring. My lawyer and I talked about a lot of things," Elsa said, plopping down on one of the leather chairs. "Great! So, what's going on right now?" Belle asked, taking the seat next to her. "Well, since my parents are in prison for child abuse, it's very likely that their parental rights will be terminated, so they can't have a say in Anna living with me, which makes the process a little easier," Elsa said. "Are you going to court?" Belle asked. "Yes. The court date is next Monday… A week from now...," Elsa said nervously. "Do you think you'll be able to easily get custody?" Belle asked. "I don't see why not. I'm 21, have a good paying job, and no criminal record. My lawyer also said that the court always tries to focus on the ch
The next day, in the afternoon, Belle walked up to Anna and Elsa's room and knocked on their door. Elsa opened it and smiled at the brunette. Anna peeked at Belle over Elsa's shoulder. "Hey, Belle," Elsa greeted. "Hi, Elsa. I came by to let you know that Anna has a visitor," Belle said. Anna quickly became afraid. The last two times she had visitors, it were her parents. "Oh…who is it?" Elsa asked. "His name is…um…what was it…? Um…Christopher?" Belle said, scratching her head. Anna's face immediately went from fear to excitement. "Kristoff!" she exclaimed. The strawberry blonde pushed past Elsa and Belle and ran towards the visiting room. The two women laughed at the adorable teen. Elsa actually asked the staff a while ago about having Kristoff visit Anna. They said it would be no trouble at all. All he had to do was call them. Elsa also thought it would be nice to have one of Anna's close friends visit her, especially after all that's happened. Anna hasn'
A week after Agdar and Idun's arrest… Anna sat against the headboard of her bed, working on a drawing. Elsa was in the bathroom, having just finished a shower. While the strawberry blonde drew, she had a special idea in her mind that wouldn't go away. Part of her thought it wouldn't be a good thing to do, but other part said to do it. She put down her blue pencil and put her head in her hands, really unsure of what to do. She jumped a little when she heard the bathroom door open. She quickly grabbed her pencil and continued her work, as if she never paused. Elsa smiled at her little sister, trying to dry her hair a little with a towel. "Whatcha drawing?" Elsa asked. Anna shrugged mischievously. "Nothing," Anna answered. "Nothing, huh?" Elsa said, smirking. Elsa tried to take a peek of her sister's drawing, but Anna swiftly closed the sketch pad. "Hey, no peeking! It's a surprise. I'll show you when it's finished," Anna said. "Fine, then... But it's getting late.
WARNING: You will find out how Anna got those scars on her side, and it's pretty dark. ---------------------------------------------------------- Elsa nearly fell over in disbelief. How was it possible? Her parents shouldn't have been able to get Anna back. It seemed impossible. Anna began to cry, shaking uncontrollably. Elsa quickly wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly. The younger sister latched onto Elsa as if her life depended on it. "How?! How is this possible?!" Elsa asked Belle. "I…I'm not even sure myself," Belle said. "What?! I don't understand! They saw the baseball bat, the belt, Anna's scars and bruises! What more do they need?!" Elsa practically screamed. "Your father has recanted what he has said about the baseball bat and belt," Belle said. "What does that mean?!" Elsa asked. "It means that he's now denying doing any harm to Anna at all. He has a rock-solid lawyer who is going to support all of his claims. And if your father is proved correct, Anna will
Anna stirred and opened up her eyes. She saw her big sister next to her, sleeping peacefully. Seeing Elsa's arm wrapped around her, Anna snuggled into the embrace, happy to have her sister back. Elsa felt the movement and opened her eyes. She looked down and saw a pair of big blue eyes looking at her. "Hello there," Elsa said. Anna giggled. "Hi, Elsa," Anna said. "Did you enjoy your nap?" Elsa asked. "Yep… I sure did," Anna said. Elsa smiled and sat up. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 5 o' clock. Anna sat up and rubbed her eyes. "So, what did you do while I was gone?" Elsa asked. "I ate breakfast, went outside, and I drew you a picture," Anna said. The strawberry blonde picked the drawing up and handed it to Elsa. "It's you and me…building a snowman. We used to do it every winter. Do…do you like it?" Anna asked. Elsa smiled warmly at her little sister. She leaned over and gave Anna a kiss on the cheek. "I love it," Elsa said. Before Anna could reply
Ariel walked into the building, looking for any signs of the scared teen. She walked up to the lobby desk and looked up at Belle. "Miss Belle? Did you see a girl come through here?" she asked. "Um…I've seen a lot of girls today, honey. What does this girl look like?" Belle asked. "She's probably about 15 or 16, and she had red hair in two braids," Ariel said. "Oh, you must be talking about Anna. She ran in here a few minutes ago. She looked upset, so Miss Aurora took her to the art room to help her feel better," Belle said. "Thanks! Can I go see her?" Ariel asked. "Sure! I think having a friend would lift her spirits," Belle said. Ariel walked towards the art room, which was around the corner. She peeked inside and saw Aurora sitting at a table with Anna with a big box of colored pencils and some sheets of paper. "Can you draw a picture of something that makes you happy?" Aurora asked Anna. Anna nodded her head and grabbed a hand full of colored pencils. Art had always been her f
WARNING: Elsa and Anna both have flashbacks of their abusive pasts. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After Eugene merged onto the freeway, he began to talk to his passenger. "The detective searched your parents' house from top to bottom. They didn't find any direct evidence of abuse, but after searching harder, he found a few things," Eugene said. "What did they find?" Elsa asked. "In the basement, he found a baseball bat. It had marks on it, showing that it had been used many times," Eugene said. Elsa clenched her eyes shut, a painful flashback erupting. "Elsa! Get over here now!" Agdar yelled. 14-year-old Elsa timidly approached her father, anticipating what her next punishment would be. "Didn't I tell you and Anna to finish your homework before you ate dinner?! Huh?!" Agdar asked. "Papa, you didn't let us eat breakfast and you wouldn't let M
After the x-rays were finished, Elsa and Anna were led back to the room they were previously in. Jasmine told them to wait a few minutes while she took her papers to another staff member. Elsa recalled what she saw when Jasmine revealed Anna's x-rays. A few of her sister's bones didn't look right, making her worry increase. She wanted to ask Anna about it, but didn't want to upset her. The sisters sat in silence, clutching each other's hands. After a few minutes, Jasmine walked back in. "Elsa, is it okay if I speak to you out in the hallway?" she asked. Anna squeezed her big sister's hand in protest. "I'll be right back, Anna," Elsa said softly. The strawberry blonde shook her head vigorously, refusing to let Elsa leave the room. "Sweetheart, you're safe. No one can hurt you. You have to trust me. Okay?" Elsa said. After a minute, Anna slowly let go of her sister's hand, allowing her to briefly step out. Jasmine shut the door behind Elsa and motioned to two chairs against the wall, rig
Elsa felt like the drive would never end. She saw Eugene checking on her and Anna in the rearview mirror every so often. Her baby sister was still unconscious. Elsa shifted a little to look at Anna's face. She cringed at the sight of the blood that was mostly dried coming from her sister's nostrils. "Officer Eugene? Would you happen to have a tissue, or something?" Elsa asked. "Sure," he said. He reached into the glove box and handed Elsa a pack of tissues. Elsa took one and began to gently wipe the blood off of Anna's face. "We should be there half an hour," Eugene said. "Okay, thank you…for everything," Elsa said. "It's my pleasure," Eugene humbly said. Elsa smiled and continued what she was doing. She ended up getting most of the blood off, but the rest would have to be removed once they got to their destination. The platinum blonde rested her head on Anna's and sighed deeply. After a few minutes, she dozed off. "Elsa?" Eugene said. Elsa jerked awake and rubbed her eyes, at fi
Elsa finally finished checking out Arendelle Village online and shut her laptop. Before she decided what she was going to do next, her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw it was her parents' house. She answered without hesitation. "Hello?" she said. "E-E-E-El…Elsa?" Anna hiccupped. Elsa immediately became worried. "Anna? What's wrong? Are you alright?" Elsa asked. "P-P-Papa…i-i-is g-gonna h-h-hurt m-me," Anna said. Elsa could hear her father's yelling on the other end. If you don't come out right now, so help me! "What happened?! Why is he mad?!" Elsa asked. "P-P-Progress reports w-were sent out t-t-today. He s-saw m-m-my grades," Anna said, shaking very badly. Elsa was scared for her sister. She just wanted to run over there and protect her, but she knew that wouldn't end well with her father. She thought about what she had read on Arendelle Village's website. All she had to do was call the hotline. "Anna, I'm going to call for help," Elsa said. "No!
Anna walked through the hallways with her head down. Kids pointed at her and whispered. She saw Kristoff outside the library, talking to Sven. She walked up to them. "Hey," she said. "Hey, feisty pants," Kristoff said. "Hey…what happened to your face?" Sven asked. "Oh, um… I was…babysitting my little cousin last night, and…he threw one of his toys at me," Anna said, feeling pathetic. "Geez, that must've been a very solid toy," Sven said. "You have no idea…" Anna mumbled. Kristoff knew the strawberry blonde was lying. "Hey, Sven? Anna and I need to get to Geometry. We'll see you at lunch," Kristoff said. "Okay, later," Sven said, walking away. Kristoff and Anna walked side by side on their way to their next class. "What did he do this time, Anna?" Kristoff asked. "I…I got in trouble…for coming over to your house after school," Anna said. "What? Anna, I'm sorry. If I knew it would get you in trouble, I would've never—" Kristoff said. "Hey,
This Modern AU story has a lot of sisterly fluff and some intense situations. Just putting that out there... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anna heard the angry yelling coming from outside. Her parents were arguing again. She knew she did something wrong. She breathed raggedly, hiding under the table in the dining room. She heard her parents come inside and into the kitchen. "Anna! You better come out right now!" her father bellowed. "Sweetheart, please listen to your father," her mother said, on the verge of tears. Anna, knowing she couldn't escape this time, timidly crawled out from under the table. As soon as she was out of her hiding spot, Agdar grabbed her chin. "Didn't I tell you not to go anywhere but home after school?! Huh?! Did I?!" he screamed. "I-I-I…I f-f-forgot," Anna uttered weakly. Wrong answer. A slap made contact with Anna's cheek, sending her to the floor. Anna loo
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by PAUL HARRIS and CHRISTIAN GYSIN, Daily Mail
Sarah Payne is a name few parents will ever forget. The summer holidays had barely started when she was snatched from a cornfield and bundled into the back of a van, another victim to add to Britain's bleak catalogue of abducted children.
But there was something about the disappearance of this bright-eyed eight-year- old that dominated the thoughts of parents across the land.
She had been kidnapped in daylight just a short distance from her grandparents' home.
For weeks afterwards, her little face beamed out almost everywhere from ' missing' posters or newspaper appeals.
Practically every day, you could catch her increasingly desperate parents on a TV screen somewhere, pleading for help, refusing to give up hope.
So when hope died, and Sarah's naked body was found in a dismal roadside grave, there could hardly have been a mother or father anywhere who didn't imagine that it could so easily have been their own child.
The perverted irony of this case is that as far as Sarah's killer was concerned, it might just as well have been.
Any little girl would have done for Roy Whiting, on any day.
Had the tragedy of chance not thrown them together that summer's evening two years ago, then some other parents, somewhere else, would almost certainly have been in mourning.
He did not stalk Sarah Payne. He had never met her before and had no connection with her school or family.
But Roy Whiting was ever ready to take an opportunity.
We now know he had kidnapped and indecently assaulted a young schoolgirl before. He couldn't get the thought of children out of his sick mind.
He had already prepared the back of his white van like a sealed prison cell, with all the necessary equipment for abducting and assaulting a little girl, right down to the rope, the nylon-tie handcuffs and the Johnson's baby-oil.
He spent the day cruising three parks, a funfair and a boating lake. He didn't have long to wait.
Some time around 7.50pm on July 1 last year, Sarah Payne was making her way out of the cornfield at Kingston Gorse, West Sussex, after playing with her sister and brothers at a rope-swing play area popular with local children.
In a disastrous coincidence, it appears she simply stumbled into Whiting's path. He suddenly-found himself presented with an eight-year- old girl in her favourite blue dress and little black shoes.
Yet the chances of the two coinciding would have been massively reduced, or even eliminated, had Whiting's twisted predilection for young girls not been left to develop by those who might have done something about it.
For it transpires that Whiting had been convicted five years earlier of abducting a nine-year-old schoolgirl and subjecting her to a disgusting attack.
It does not take much imagination to identify a pattern in his actions.
Once again, it was a sunny Saturday and she was playing in the street. He snatched her, dragged her into his car and took her on a terrifying drive to a secluded spot in West Sussex.
There, he told her he had a knife and a rope then ordered her to strip naked.
He assaulted her and tried to force her to commit indecent acts.
It was 90 minutes before he allowed her out of the car.
When he later appeared in court, however, a psychiatrist told the judge in a medical report that Whiting was 'not a paedophile'.
Furthermore, Whiting volunteered to undergo treatment for his perversions in prison.
His pathetic explanation for the offences - to which he pleaded guilty - was that something 'just snapped'.
First, it allowed Judge John Gower to sentence him to only four years in prison (the maximum sentence for indecent assault is ten years, and the jail term for kidnap is normally between five years and life).
Second, going to prison only as an unclassified sex-offender meant he never received any of the attention the authorities afford paedoph
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