SIBLINGS

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Leonard Pansy

"Hey, son, did your coach say anything about a wrestling tournament tomorrow?" Dad.

"Yeah, it's tomorrow. I'll drive myself; it's okay."

"Arthur? Did you hear about Yessi?" Mom.

"No, honey, what about her?" Dad.

"Well, apparently, she's in the rehabilitation center for... addicts," said Mom.

She whispers the last word because heaven forbid their addict son hears this.

"You can just day rehab."

"I don't appreciate talking back. I am just being polite to anyone in this room who is in treatment for said problem." Mom.

Why does she do that? She treats me so weirdly now. They both do.

"Your... specialist called, and she said that we may need to change your medication." Dad.

"Specialist?"

"He's fine, see. I mean, he didn't need to see her in the first place. We're all just a little confused. Right, Arthur? Mom.

Why is she asking him? I pick at the fucking Brussels sprouts on my plate.

"Sit up straight; don't pick at your food, son." Dad.

I ignore him. Why are they only focusing on me? There are two other people here.

"I'm sorry, did I stutter?" Dad.

"No." I sit up straight and eat the Brussels sprouts.

"No, what?" said Dad.

"No, Sir."

"Your specialist wants to do a telehealth appointment in about 5 minutes. I say you skip it. I don't think you really deserve it after all of the talking back you've done." Dad.

"You can't do that! I actually need this! I don't think you guys even realized, but I'm not fucking snorting cocaine anym-"

I fell out of my chair. My dad backhanded me.

"We don't accept that kind of talk at the dinner table. Especially with your younger sister right next to you." Dad.

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." I take a deep breath and get up.

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to your sisters." Dad.

"I'm sorry, Maebel; I'm sorry, Charlotte." I started to sit down.

"Don't sit down. You're not done yet. What are you sorry for?" Dad.

"Maebel, I'm sorry for cursing and talking about drugs in front of you and setting a bad example. And Charlotte, I'm sorry for making a scene and not helping you be a good example for Maebel." It's really not a big deal. Why do I have to do all of this?

"Good. But I'm still angry with you, so go up to your room without dinner and don't leave until tomorrow." Dad

"Yes, Sir."

"One more thing.

I love you." Dad.

"Love you too."

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"Babe, you can't like still be mad about that! It was like... a week ago. Like it didn't even mean anything. He practically like threw himself on me! We were both like so high out of our minds. Like, I probably thought he was you." If Olivia says the word like one more time, I will beat the shit out of her.

"You thought a Mexican dude who's probably 3 inches taller than me, has black hair, looks like he does cross-country instead of weight training, and doesn't sound like me was me?"

"It was like so long ago. It doesn't really matter, Leo; you're just being insecure."

"It was a week ago!"

"Yeah, like so long."

"So you won't care that I got some of my friends to help me beat the shit out of him then?"

It takes her a few seconds to respond, and I'm considering hanging up on her.

"I told you already; it was like so long ago, I don't care anymore... You should like, come over."

"I'm not supposed to leave my room."

"Ugh! Your parents suck! You should just sneak out."

"I was going to go out for a smoke anyway, so I could stop by your house."

"You'll have to go through my window. I promise I'll wear something sexy."

I hang up on her. I take Viagra and a condom packet. I don't have ED, but my dude won't go up for her, so I have to improvise. My body's fast, so it'll take about 30 minutes.

I pay one of the maids $100 to lay in bed and pretend to be me. Yeah, maid. I'm fucking rich.

I crawl out of my window and onto the balcony. I quickly walked down the stairs to the balcony and around the pool. It's hard not to notice a car in your driveway, so I decide to walk to Olivia's house. We're both filthy fucking rich, so we live kind of close, like 2 miles.

Her dog tries to tear my face off, but he changes his mind after I throw him a dead mouse. Her yard is not infested but definitely has a mouse problem.

Her room is on the top floor, so I have to climb up and then tap on her window. Technically, her house has 3 stories, like mine, but hers is really just 2 stories with a basement.

I feel that the Viagra is working. I tap on her window.

She opens it and quickly ushers me inside. She starts to kiss me, and my hands travel to her breasts. I start to kiss her neck, and my hands unhook her bra. She kneels down, unbuckles my belt, and pulls my dick out. She starts to slowly suck that shit. I take my shirt off and shove her head faster.
I hear her start to gag, but I keep going.
I shove that bitch's head faster.
She starts to slap my thigh, trying to get me to stop.

Faster.

Faster.

Take it, bitch.

Fucking take it.

She pushes herself away and slaps me across the face.

"The fuck is your problem!"

I slapped her back harder. Then start to mindlessly kiss her and drag her to her bed.

She roughly kisses me back.

I shove my dick in her and spit on her face.

She shoves my head into her headboard, laughing when I grunt in pain.

I grab her neck with one hand, and with the other, I slap her.

She grabs scissors off of her nightstand.

I feel a jab in my arm.

I grab her hands and try to get the scissors out.

She flips me over and starts riding my dick.

I get the scissors out of her hands.

I threw them across the room.

Why did Indigo voluntarily fuck her?

I start to fuck her harder, and she laughs.

I hate this bitch.

"Don't you care cum in me! If you do, I'll tell my daddy that you raped me."

She starts laughing as she says this, and I backhand her before pulling out and finishing on her fucking face.

She's lucky I threw those scissors. I should've cut her face into strips; who'd be laughing then?

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"You're so toxic!" She laughs, and I just now realized how nasally her voice sounds.

"The fuck does that mean?"