My Sister In Her Panties 소설 & 이야기

The priest drones on about the ‘from the sands you came from, to the sands you shall return’ spiel as the casket gets lowered but I’ve gotta say Aunt Bertha takes the grief trophy for the win when she passes out dramatically. Two seconds before she even meets the ground, another aunt from Florida passes out. If I was cynical, if I wanted to make this day about me, I’d weed out all the strait-laced, self-righteous people in here pretending like they knew my sister let alone cared about her death. I’d start with Aunt Bertha; my sister always hated her. She always said Aunt Bertha was as pretentious as those Gucci flip-flops, she wore on the regular. The irony is, she is still wearing said flip

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

I shruate my shoulders. - You will never know if you don't give him a real chance. She thinks for a moment, then ends up smiling gently. - What do you know? You may be right. I affectionately tap her head. - Obviously I'm right. I am your big sister after all. She laughs slowly and finally gets up. - Come on, I'll shower. I watch her go to the bathroom, shaking her head. My little sister and her eternal hesitations ... I watch her go to the bathroom, but an idea crosses my mind and I call her before she disappears behind the door.

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

I thought to myself, "Tiffany, oh Tiffany. Don't you dare die on me—I want you to stay right here, watching Mom and me thrive... forever." ... A few days later, it was the anniversary of my grandparents' deaths. Mom and I decided to close the shop early to visit their graves. Tiffany came with us—or more accurately, we paid someone to carry her there. The empty space below her pants revealed that nothing remained—she could not even walk on her own anymore. Yet my heart remained unmoved, as my beloved sister had become no different from a murderer in my eyes. When we arrived at the gravesite and saw my grandparents' photos, neither Mom nor I could hold back our tears. Mom pushed Tiffany forwa

He said, "Mr. and Mrs. Turner, we’re all a family from today onward. I’m happy if Cassie’s happy. You are my elders, so please support me as well!" Harold squinted his eyes and smiled. "Yes, of course." Before the Turners left, they sent me an audio recording with a cryptic message: [Cassie, you’re a smart girl.] I opened it and listened. It was a live recording of Calvin ‘selling his sister for money’ and threatening me with force. I decided to take the recording and meet Calvin's manager. The news that Calvin sold his sister for 600,000 dollars immediately spread throughout the company.

Now is not the time to finally find my voice to fight off Ciara after all these years, but my own fear mixed with anger is not doing me any good at the moment, “that may be because you fucking tied me up and hit me across the head like a damn mashed potato.” She smirks, “You deserved it, sis. Trust me, when I’m done with you, that’ll be the least of your problems. Or pains.” My eyes widen at the threat. “What do you want, Ciara?” I can’t quite bring myself to fully understand the situation. Granted, she has never liked me but – “I’,m your sister!” I yell at her face. She snorts. “Unfortunately.” “You can’t strut me up like a pig over something we can talk about.”

I said in reply with a smile, turning around to have a better look at her denim-based outfit, consisting in a tiny sleeveless jacket that barely covered her white lacy bralette and a pair of tight jeans, accentuating the natural curves of her hips. "Look what I gooot. Ready and armed," She sing-sung with a wink, tugging at the sides of her jacket to show me two small bottles of vodka shoved in her inside pockets, earning herself an amused giggle from me. My sister suddenly shoved past her and stepped inside my room, casually throwing over her shoulder in her way straight towards my bathroom, "Hurry up you little sluts, we're already late," "Uh, why, are going to work or something? And what t

"Shut up! Who do you think you are? The woman I love is Eliza, and I'm your brother-in-law! I haven't come after you yet for lying to me that Eliza was pregnant with a girl." Denise suddenly screamed hysterically, "Eliza, you bitch! Do you think you've won?! And you, Simon! Don't even think that you can get away with this just because you're denying everything. "Simon is mine, Eliza! Do you have any idea how many times we did it on this bed? I've even worn your clothes in that closet over and over. Hahahah…" Denise suddenly laughed crazily. Simon ran over to kick her. After that, he even stepped on her face. He looked down at Denise from above with clenched teeth and roared at her, "What non