Sides ( Rusame )

Part ll

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   "YO! GAY BITCH, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!"

   Welp, that's one way to wake up. Getting yelled at from your little sister. What a nice day.

   I opened my eyes to see New Zeland right in front of me. Smiling like the dump ass she is.

   "Why?" Was all I could get out of my tired body.

   She giggled at the reply.

   "Because, one, I get to yell at you and not get introble, and two, because it's 11 am. Annnddddd, dad told me time get chu up."

   "Tell the old fucker to let me sleep."

   I grabbed a pillow and threw it over my head. Trying to block out the light.

   "Nope, and mom's making breakfast today, and she been waiting for you. She wants you to eat with us."

   My eyes snapped open. Throwing the pillow far across, jumping to my feet, and then realizing that I only made my underwater on, in front of my little sister.

   "Ok, that got you up. But next time, tell me to look away. I don't want to see that."

   She pointed to my dick, making it clear what she meant.

   "Be happy that I had this on. Sometimes, I don't sleep with anything on. So be grateful"

   Her face twisted from the crooked smile she had on to a desugested frown. Her nose wrinkled, and her eyes slightly shut.

   "Ew, now you got an image in my mind."

   "I need to change, so you should go, or you could stay and see my penis. I mean, you could see if your image was right."

   I couldn't help but smirk when her face just got worse. She turned on her heel and left. Not even saying bye.

   I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. As I turned to the dresser, I felt as if my heart got punched. Fuck, this hurts. It's not as bad as getting shot in the arm, but definitely up there.

   The pain left as soon as it came. Shit, not again. I thought I got rid of this bitch. Guess not. That ass hole really dug that in, ha.

   Welp, I guess that kinda sucks. As I start to walk over to the dresser, I open one of the drawers. To reveal underneath clothing. I grap one and throw the other off me. Putting this one on.

   I close the draw, opening the next. Pants. Or as dad calls them, trousers. I grab the jeans. Sliding them on over my legs.

  When I sip up the fly, I close the draw. Going to the next one. Opening it to see shirts. This time, I bend down, looking through them, finding the one I want. The shirt was black and sleeveless.

   I put it on. Hoping up and heading towards the door. Right before I open it, I grab THE bracelet, putting it on. Hopefully, I won't get yelled at. I know when dad's hungry, he gets cranky.

   I open the door, walking out. I make my way to the dining room when I hear a voice. Oh shit, he's mad.

   "Bloody hell. Where is that boy? I'm getting pissed out here."

   Yup, dad's mad.

   "I'm here, dad. There's no need to get mad."

   "Good, now. France, the boys here. Can you please make my tea now?"

   "Wait, you haven't had your tea yet?! Holy krap. How are you still in your chair, sane?!"

   "France, brother. Mother is the answer."