So subsequently I'm grounded and when March Break rolls around, I spend it at home pretty much under lock and key.My sister comes home this week and brings with her, her new Beau. " Something's wrong and I know it, we haven't hung out in my room since before high school. She's wearing black thigh high pirate boots, with six inch heels. How she can walk in those I don't know but she and my mom can pull it off.I can tell she isn't wearing a bra as the seams and straps would show, plus her nipples are pointing out like it's thirty below when it's a comfortable seventy at least. " I asked not really believing she's is on anything but not really understanding her request. " There is a definite panic in her voice that I have not heard before. " I try to reassure her but she is acting a little weird."Fuck I hate Jamie," she says and I'm thinking welcome to the club but I decide not to interrupt. Good Breeding stock was nothing more than a perving opportunist. Not that I didn't think he was capable of something like this the guy weirded me out but I couldn't get my mind around 'sex all night in our house' the balls on the guy. Anyway I can feel it starting to take and I don't to be in front of mom and dad when it kicks in, so can I just hang with you?Apparently "Breeding is Everything." Dinner goes over fine, my parents seem happy, my sister's friend is going to bunk in my room and I'll sleep on the floor on the air mattress. Life goes on and although I can't go anywhere, I have my Xbox and I have my laptop. The arms have several slits that travel down from her shoulders but stop before the pass her biceps.Jamie, of course, will sleep in my bed with the brand new sheets my mom went out bought earlier in the day (Wouldn't want the fucker getting cooties now would we). What I don't have is privacy so there'll be no surfing for porn with Jamie in the room but then again life is more than silicone tits and shaved pussy... Well in the absence of that i might as well see who's on line and blow shit up. She likes this dress because it gives brief glimpses of her tattoos.No subtlety had nothing to do with it; oh no it was wham bam thank you Mame, overnight change.She came home for Easter and everything seemed ok, I mean she and dad got into it over some philosophical debate about his politics and she hit him with some left wing liberal mumbo jumbo, the two just stormed away from each other leaving the rest of us to deal with what was left of supper.
If your OCD like tendencies will not allow you to muddle through some errors, typos, and the odd omitted word I apologies in advance and hold no grudge knowing that you have moved on to more well established writers like Chekov, Tolstoy or Hemingway (Had to through an American in there after two Russians, got to keep the Right Wingers happy. Either way my statement stands, my sister is a freak.
All the characters in this story are 18 or older, this is a work of fiction none of this is true.
The author neither supports or condones any of the activities depicted in this twisted tale and hopes most sane individuals understand that.
So after that summer ended I was on my own with way to distract my parents. Things are going well, my friends and I feel like we're running the place and with our final year come a sense of entitlement and untouchability, and we can do no wrong.
Janie was away at school and if something went wrong in our household it was either mom dad or me. Christmas comes and goes, Janie of course was new piercings but there apparently not where anyone can see and apart from my mother crying in her room two days before Christmas, things went smoothly. The way I figure it she has learned one of life's important lessons "Don't Feed the Bear." New Year happens and everyone is looking to great things and big changes, little did I know.