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We're back at it again with another new story! We actually wrote this a while ago, but it's been in editing jail. For the past month, we have been posting it in small chunks on our Patreon, where you can find complete PDF and ePUB versions. Please enjoy this new tale of (extreme) sibling rivalry! Be sure to Like & Comment and tell us your thoughts! I cannot express this strongly enough: it's your comments and community engagement that keep us writing. ❤️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimers: kidnapping, violence, physical abuse, sexual abuse, manipulation, anal, diapers, wetting, messing, surgery, regression, bedwetting, hypnosis, masochism, branding ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under New Management By Sophie & Pudding 1.) "You shouldn't tell Father, Natsuko." My sister may have preferred Nat, but the situation today was a grave one — the sort that called for formalities. She'd been arrested again. Again. Like it should have happened even once. At 23, she should have been preparing to take over the company, but all she sought was irresponsible pursuits. Worse still, Father intended to leave it all to her. It wasn't fair, and it wouldn't do Natsuko any favors in the long run either! Not when she was voted out by the board of directors and left with nothing. Fujin Enterprises needed a leader, and Natsuko couldn't ever be that... "It doesn't matter - I posted bail. The old man doesn't have to know." Yuko was four years my junior, but we were the same height. A solid 5'3. We looked like sisters, too. She had short hair on her shoulders that made her look all but 15, and I hadn't cut my hair since I was her age. "It was stupid to arrest me, anyway. It was a peaceful protest." "You were protesting carbon tax protection! Hello, Nat! Our company has a massive carbon footprint, and protection will allow us to keep jobs in America. Do you even..." She could be so dense sometimes, ugh. "When are you going to take an interest in the company, sis? When are you going to start learning how to look after it, and lead it?" "I know enough." "You don't know anything!” "I know when the Old Man goes, and I'm in charge, things are gonna be different. We need to protect the environment, sis! We've only got one. Shit, no amount of money is worth that. You'll get it when you grow up some." I had two Bachelors: one in chemistry - because my dad said so - and one in modern art. Obviously only one of them mattered to me. She didn't get it, she didn't get business. She wasn't like Father was, like I was. We understood the things that needed to be done in order to kept the wheels greased and the cogs of industry in motion. Natsuko was a dreamer, an idealist who didn't understand the scope of operations here. Father knew it, too, but she was the eldest and tradition meant the world to our family. I had to do something... "You know the organic alternatives to pesticides that are used to keep the crops of organic kale you eat safe and healthy? We make that. The fuel cells in your scooter that you preach about? That's us. Your cruelty-free lipstick and nail polish? A subsidiary of us. We already do so much." "And we're gonna do more. We're gonna make this world amazing, Yuko! Gosh, I can't wait. Dad's way of running things is so old, you know? And I don't want him to die - he's my dad. But he's ruining this planet... our planet. It's ours now." The protests weren't getting any news reports, though... "Maybe if they knew I was the heir to Fujin they'd give these protests some spotlight..." "...you..." I was flabbergasted. "You'd bring dishonor and shame to Father, even as his health wanes? For a personal agenda? You're much better than to do that, Natsuko." Was she, though? This crowd she'd fallen in with... it wasn't good for her. The influence was poor, and her willpower poorer still. I sighed and nodded my head, following my sister down the street. "Yeah, you're right... I guess..." No reason to dishonor my dad. I'd have the company soon. Then I could do whatever I wanted. I'd change the world. I smiled to myself and then up at the sky. "Anyway, you want a job when I get the place? Fuck school and shit - drop out, you can work in Legal or something." "I'm not really interested in nepotism, Nat. Father worked for everything he ever achieved, and I will do the same." We'd grown to be so dissimilar over the recent years — college had not been good to my sister. Though I would never wish her harm, I longed for a solution to the problem of her inheritance of the company. "You're so lame... ugh, fine. If you change your mind, call me. Thanks for getting me out of jail." I hailed a taxi. "See ya." "See you." I got into the back seat and closed it behind me, letting the cabby drive me downtown. I could have hired a limo or something but I'm honestly the least flashy person ever. But that didn't mean I didn't have my own one bedroom flat. Lots of my art. Paintings, drawings. I was really good. Not amazing, and not conceited either. I'd sold some of my pieces for thousands of dollars, but it might have had something to do with the last name. I just really liked to paint. Contrary to my sister, I'd taken interest in the very things that had propelled our father into his position — the fluctuating value of commodities in the marketplace. Although Father had financed my initial investments, I'd paid him back by the age of seventeen and now stood upon a portfolio in the six digit range, a tidy sum for a girl before the age of twenty. But pittance compared to the value of the company. Infuriatingly, few people saw my accomplishments as my own. I pulled the slender electric cigarette from my coat pocket and inhaled, frowning. It was a bad habit, but my own bad habit to make. Was I truly going to have to take Janus up on his offer...?

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My name is Marie, just plain old Marie. I'm the #2 child. I have an older sister, you know the type, a regular Mary Poppins, perfect in every way. In school "Why aren't you as smart as Fiona?" Fiona learned to play the piano, music was like bred into her. After 3 years of lessons I still can't figure out how to read music very well. Like I said in school Fiona got A's and hardly cracked a book open. I work my butt off just to get B's and C's. It just ain't fair! I love her and hate her at the same time! There is one thing I do better than her, our real daddy didn't really want to be our daddy. He booked it when I was 2 and Fiona 4 years old. Our mom worked her fingers to the bone just to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. I'm grateful to have a mom that cares for us like that. When I was 4 and Fiona 6 our mom met a guy. Ray swept our mom off her feet. He didn't mind that mom had two daughters. He wanted a family. He got us. Ray became daddy to me, I guess he swept me off my feet as well! He's stepped up to the plate, I really love him. Fiona has accepted him as dad, and that's been about it. She never bonded with Ray, or daddy the way I did. Even though I'm 18 he still calls me his little girl. Fiona is jealous of me in the relationship Daddy and I have. Even though I'm 18 there is one other thing that Fiona is better at than I am. Fiona was potty trained at 4 years old, I on the other hand was potty trained at 3. All except for nightimes. I still pretty much wet my bed every night. Miss perfect Fiona will not let me forget that I still wet my bed. When I wake up in the morning she is usually right there already checking to see if my sheets are wet or dry. My mother doesn't know where my bedwetting comes from nobody on her side, and she has talked with the sperm donors side what we call my real dad, and their is no history of it anywhere. That doesn't stop me from waking up wet every morning. Now I have two boyfriends, one is Berry, he comes from a family a lot better financially off than mine. Then there is Cameron, Cameron's family is about as not rich as my own. Both know I'm a bedwetter thanks to Fiona. Berry treats me like the bastard step child at the family reunion. He tells how poor I am, and tells me since I'm a bedwetter I'm just simply not good enough for him, besides he really loves Fiona, he just uses me so he can get to her. Cameron tells me I'm a goddess, he doesn't mind that I still wet my bed. At one time he had a crush on Fiona. She treated him like Barry treats me. His heart was broken, I showed him compassion and helped him find life AF. After Fiona! He has been a fan of mine since. He agrees that I'm not like Fiona, he tells me that its a good thing. My mom likes Barry, he can support me. She has never seen him treat me like dirt. Daddy likes Cameron. For being from two different generations when daddy and him get together they talk about everything from Archery to Zoology! They have even talked about me and my bedwetting. Cameron feels I'm a whole package, if that means I wet my bed that's a part of me. I've talked to him about it as well. I think it excites him in a way. He gets a hard penis whenever we talk about it, now I can have a man who my bedwetting repulses him, or one that it excites. For me its a no brainer, I don't have to be as smart as Fiona to figure this one out!