Lucy Chen Outfits Novels & Stories

I watch as Lucy waddles to my closest to pick me out an outfit. "Black leather, black leather, black leather…..okay, Tori, we need to discuss your clothing choices. Do you have anything that's not black and has secret dagger compartments?" I laugh, walking over to the closet. "This one is chocolate, so not black." I push a few things aside, and there is a three-quarter-length red dress that shows entirely too much breast but judging by the look on Lucy's face, she likes this one.

Eyes glazed over and oddly empty. Our youngest sister, Lindsay, stood at the opening of Lucy's room, staring at us with a mix of shock and curiosity. Our eighteen-year-old sister was thin, with brown hair hanging down to her waist. She was wearing her standard outfit of a tank top and yoga pants. Her arms crossed under her barely-there breasts. "Come here," Lucy said to our sister. "Try this. It feels really good."

I still knew a fist bump when it was offered. I bumped my closed fist against Kim's just as the front door to the house opened and Lucy sauntered out. She walked like she had an audience and I guessed she probably knew I was here and had waited for the perfect time to make her entrance...or exit, whatever. She wore a dark red—almost crimson—cocktail dress that tied around the back of her neck with a neckline that plunged down to her sternum but still covered her large breasts, she looked to not be wearing a bra by the way those puppies bounced with each step.