Sister Wedgie の小説・ストーリー

My little brother, Stephen, is butt naked, balls deep in some big-booty, acrylic nail having, lashes longer than a butterfly girl, and the worst part? She’s bent over my damn credenza. “SHIT, CeCe!” he yells, scrambling to cover himself. We'll at least he had on a condom. “Is this your wife?” the girl asks, pulling her dress down. “HELL no, that’s my sister!” Stephen barks like I just insulted his ancestry. “Oh,” she says, casually. “’Cause I was bout to tear some shit up.” I shoot her a look like try it, sweetheart.

If only she can get an organ donor soon enough. “Congratulations, bro," Reegan, my youngest stepbrother, says, giving me a side hug. I glance at Eden, who is hugging her mum in the corner. They seem to be having a heartfelt conversation. Someone slaps me on my back, and I turn to see my elder sister in a wheelchair. She's been crippled since the brutal attack that killed our father. “No more recklessness, kiddo," she says. “I'm not a kid, Juliet. Stop it."

I hold her hand and she returns it with a smile, we both enter the building together The place was filled with a lot of people, a pretty busy place Blondie spots her sister "there she is" She looked like the older version of Blondie, but she was red-haired, and looked like she was holding a can of hairspray Blondie rushes over to her and gives her a hug "Hey there little sister, what are you doing here?" "I just missed you, Wendy" "Awwn I missed you too Didi" I felt out of place so I just decided to get their attention by clearing my throat "Oh where are my manners, Wendy this is my friend, Precious, Precious this is my sister, Wendy"

People's eyes darted back and forth between Keith and me. "Keith, this is what you meant by 'just a sister'? A sister who wears my pajamas and sleeps with you? "You kicked me out of the house just to make room for your dear little sister?" Keith's face flushed bright red. He reached for my phone, trying to snatch it away, but I stepped aside and avoided him. "Silvia! Have you lost your mind?!" He kept his voice low, but his anger still showed. "Do you even know where you are? You may not care about your reputation, but I do!"

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.

The next morning, the sunlight poured through the thin curtains of Anita’s apartment, illuminating the small living room with a harsh glow that seemed to mirror the weight pressing down on her chest. She sat at the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the floor, her mind mixed with responsibilities and worries. Grace. Her sister, barely twenty-two, pregnant, abandoned, and desperate. And somehow, the entire problem had landed squarely on Anita’s shoulders.

I had thought she was bluffing until murderous intent glinted in her eyes. Retreating desperately, I tried to reason. "I've never wanted to compete with you. Can't we just coexist peacefully?" But she was too far gone to listen. "My dear sister, I'll honor your memory after you're gone. After all, no one has ever truly loved you." Blood dripped from my wounds as I gawked at the blade protruding from my body—wielded by my sister. I started to question my life's worth. What in the world was real?

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE WEDDING OF KAYDEN WOLF SMITH & SKYLAR CANDY CAMPBELL… But what had my stomach churning painfully was the date on the bottom of the geode. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. How could they do something like this? Wed me to my deceased sister’s fiancée? “Ohhh, look at that. She likes it.” Mom announced clasping her chest, and cheers broke around the table.