"Hey, big brother…" you asked quietly. "Hm? Yes, little sister?" Ivan replied kindly. "Do you, how should I put this….enjoy our sisters company?" He stared at you intently then got up from his chair. He patted your head gently and gave you a sweet smile. It really was no secret that you were his favorite sibling, while, considering that your other sisters were so….weird. "(Name), they are our sisters, so technically we are required to love them, but that doesn't mean that we have to like them!" You stared at him confused. "I'm not so sure that that was the answer I was looking for…"

"Gah, why did Ivan send me grocery shopping….oh that's right….our sisters are weird…" You look down at the list in your hands. "Let's see….butter, bread, eggs….vodka? Really, Ivan? I bought you one yesterday!" you think to yourself.  You start walking towards the liquor section and something catches your ear. Bouncing? No, more like jiggling….WAIT! Katyusha turns you around and hugs you harshly, smothering your face in her chest, preventing you from breathing. "Little sister, (Name)! I knew I would find you here! You see, I wanted to help you with grocery shopping because I just love you so much!" She finally released her grip and you panted for air. "Sweet oxygen!" you exclaimed in your head. You turned your attention back towards your sister. "Oh, hey Kat. That's nice you came to help but I'm already almost done with the shopping so I don't really need any help but thanks, anyways!" you exclaimed trying to sound cheery. But the tears still formed in her eyes. "I knew I was too late! I suck, I suck, I suck!" she cried. "Kat! Wa-wait!" But it was no use. She was already gone, leaving nothing but tears and the sound of booby bounce behind.

Walking back to your house, a shiver went up your spine. "Must be the wind…" you thought. But your assumption shattered to pieces when you heard that all too familiar chanting. "Little sister, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, MARRY ME!" Natasha chanted. You dropped the bag of groceries when a knife was placed against your neck. "Natasha! You do know that you're holding a knife to your sister's neck r-right?" you stammered. "I won't hurt you, (Name)…as long as you become one with me." You gulped. "But marriage requires certain things like…" you trailed off and blushed at what you were going to say next. Natasha blushed also but grinned at the thought. "Just think about it, (Name)! It's better than doing it with a stranger…" "It's still incest, though!" "I don't know the meaning of the word." "EXACTLY MY POINT!" She sighed and lowered the knife. "Looks like you're not going to come around today either. It's fine though because there is always tomorrow and the next day, and the next day, and the next day…" You didn't stick around long enough to hear the rest.

Finally getting back home, you slumped down on the couch next to Ivan. He immediately grabbed the vodka out of the bag. "What took you so long, (Name)?" he asked in a curious fashion. "Our sisters! I swear, Ivan, I'm starting to get sick of this daily routine so much that, that I'm just going to end it here and now!" You stormed off, heading upstairs. "Wait! Little sister!" But you ignored him. Ivan just sighed and continued to sip on his vodka like a small child.