AVA
Changing my dress for what could be the millionth time today, I tog up in grey shorts and an orange t-shirt, brushed my hair, and allowed it to plunge over my shoulders. This time I remember to wear my make up not to appear the ludicrous one among half a dozen model-likes girls on my ground floor.
Before leaving the room, I triple-check myself in the mirror. Satisfied with my looks, I fit my legs into the rabbit slipper that first made present to my eyes and hurried down the staircase.
My arms were folded across my chest for no matter how much I wanted to conduct ordinary as my usual self, it's so hard to do that with the warmth rushing up my cheeks at different thoughts from my most recent alone time with Leigh had clouded my mind and brings inside my stomach a fluttering sensation I've never felt before. That when I reached the functional kitchen, all I could distinct was the sound of Leigh moans and his hot hard skin, slightly shivering against my fingertips instead of the laughter and applauds that flow through the kitchen.
Almost everyone is present except for Christian and mom. I bet they're still on their eyes treatment honeymoon and must have forgotten they have children in Vegas.
The girls and the boys were hailing and praising the two celebrity chefs cooking wonders on our stoves and feeding the excited kids holding out their mobile phones and capturing moments on Snapchat. Those kids include Leigh.
He is refined in a plained black shirt, trousers, and shining boots, his tousled hair is pushed back, and that's on Lilith, who wouldn't take off her hands from hair not meant for her to feel.
If not for the voice in my head that reminded me of her place and the limits bound between them, I could have bitten my tongue for the second time and perished from jealousy.
Of course, massaging his hair is all she can ever have; she would never know what he tastes like. How good sleeping with him feels. The pleasure of him loving back in a way that is not just family love. Or the sensation of his touch around places that are covered up. But I have it all, he is mine, and someday, when I am brave and ready, I will prove it to everyone.
When Lilith's eyes moved toward the entrance, it landed on me. She smirked, and in a mock-cheery tone, she began to sing, calling every attention on me.
If there's anything I despise much, it should be possessing the spotlight in a room, and my stepsister is fully aware of it.
The past year I tried to pretend social and all, but at the same time, I was weathering anxiety.
It had been burdensome and cruel for my emotional health.
"She's a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world, her life is traffic, Ava's plastic. She can brush her hair, dress totally hideous, frustration; sadly, she's my sister." She mimics, clapping her hands together in an exaggerated excitement, clearly bullying me.
Excellent, go ahead and belittle me before the professional chefs serving my pre-birthday dinner.
"She's a blond bimbo girl in a fantasy world." Quinn takes over, moving toward me in her heels.
Heel around the house?
Girl, you don't want to provoke my mom. Although the woman will endure irritation to please others, that's not her child.
When Quinn reaches over to me, she stretches her arms out and pulls my body to her, air-kissing my cheeks.
"Please go re-dress." Lilith continues to sing, grinning at displeased Leigh next to her.
"Make it fast." Suri giggles at what the three girls find fun.
"She has a poor wardrobe," Lilith adds from the occupied island.
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My Stepbrother secret obsession
Novela JuvenilI thought after 365 days, things would be different. I thought those days could heal my pain. Rather, when he walked through the door, I found it hard to breathe. Oh, fuck. I still want him. After a year apart, Ava, a senior in Hills high who's go...
