My Sister-in-Law Is Delicate, Soft, and Easy to Push Over

As you can see, my brother is useless.

And yet my sister-in-law is gentle, beautiful, and sweet. The first time I saw her, I wanted to kick my brother aside and make her mine.

At the family dinner, my parents were talking animatedly, while my brother grinned like an idiot.

I quietly reached out and hooked my little finger around hers, slowly sliding up to her wrist. I watched her earlobes turn red as she nervously glanced at me.

“Mom, I think my sister is a little drunk. I'll take her out for some air.”

I would never call her my sister-in-law. A woman this beautiful should be my big sister, pampered by me day and night.

She seemed dazed as I led her out of the house. On a quiet path, I gazed into her eyes.

“Big Sister, I'm better-looking than my brother, right?”

“You seem to like me a lot.”

Her red lips parted. She wanted to object, but didn't know what to say.

I didn't let her speak. I kissed her instead.

She looked so flustered, so adorable.

But she didn't reject me.

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The first time I saw her was at her wedding.

She wore a wedding dress, a tiny crown nestled in her hair. Her dress sparkled with diamonds, but nothing shone as brightly as her smile.

Her gentle, gracious smile looked like one belonging to someone who had gained all the happiness in the world, yet it concealed loneliness, pain, and sorrow.

As if bewitched by a witch, I walked into her bridal suite and asked, “Will you come with me?”

She was startled and instinctively refused. “Now? I'm about to get married.”

“You won't be happy,” I said, moving closer with every step. “You don't love him. Come with me now, and I'll give you your freedom.”

She hesitated for only a second, then placed her hand in mine.

She said, “I'll go with you.”

The bride, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, escaped the chapel with me. I took her on a train through mountains and rivers, leaving everything behind.

In a quiet little town, she became my bride.

I know they're looking for me. I know they're looking for her.

They want to find us, strip off our wedding dresses, and take away our freedom.

They want us to be men's wives for all eternity,

To offer up our flesh, souls, and lives.

But I won't. I'll escape with her to the ends of the earth. We'll be brides to each other and no one else.

I swear it.

* Alluring, fiery-tempered woman vs. gentle, resilient, pampered sweetheart

* Third-person narration. An obsessive, possessive top who steals his brother's woman vs. a seemingly gentle bottom who knows how to make straight women fall for her. Includes a turning-a-straight-woman-gay plot, forbidden rivalry between siblings fighting over a woman, and coercive seduction. Run if you can't handle that!

* A sweet story of mutual salvation

* Official title: The Woman I Stole from a Man. The title will change after completion.

Theme: My fate is mine to decide.