SISSY & FAMILY - 1

TEASER

Teaser Prologue

"Oh, god, YES!" Lisa moaned, her fingers digging into Chad's back as he moved over her. Downstairs, a muffled sob pierced through the floorboards, jarring in its raw grief. Lisa barely registered it.

"Louder, baby," Chad groaned, his rhythm increasing. Another wail, this one a heart-wrenching cry, echoed through the house. "Someone must've dropped a casserole," Chad chuckled, oblivious. Lisa giggled, lost in the throes of their passionate frenzy.

Moments later, the room fell silent except for their ragged breathing. Lisa, ever impatient, was the first to stir. "Ugh, I need a cigarette," she declared, pushing Chad off her. He grumbled, already half-asleep. Downstairs, the murmurs of mourning relatives provided a surreal soundtrack to their post-coital haze.

"Get up, lazy bones," Lisa snapped, kicking him lightly. "My parents will be back any minute. And I need to look presentable." She swung her legs off the bed, her bare skin still flushed, and rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor. She found her lacy thong, a sliver of black barely there, and pulled it on with a practiced flick of her wrist.

"Seriously though," Chad mumbled, stretching languidly, "we need to get started on that history project. Jones is going to have our heads if we don't show him something by Monday."

Lisa found her bra, a bright pink push-up, and fastened it with a snap, her movements brusque and impatient. "Ugh, yeah, yeah," she said distractedly, pulling on a short, black babydoll dress. The thin fabric clung to her curves, barely concealing the lingerie beneath. "We can do it later. God, I need a drink."

She sauntered out of the room, the mournful whispers downstairs barely registering in her self-absorbed bubble. In the hallway, she passed her aunt, red-eyed and clutching a handkerchief.

"Oh, Lisa, honey," her aunt choked out, "Your poor Uncle Michael..."

Lisa, her thong clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric of her dress, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, tragic," she muttered, breezing past her and down the stairs. The living room was packed with somber-faced relatives. They all turned to look at her, their expressions a mixture of shock and disapproval.

Lisa, oblivious to their judgment, simply smirked and headed for the liquor cabinet, her short dress swaying provocatively with each step. After all, even a death in the family wasn't going to stop Lisa from getting what she wanted.

Lisa poured herself a generous vodka tonic, ignoring the whispers that followed her like a rustling breeze. She knew what they were thinking: disrespectful, inappropriate, a disgrace to the family. Let them talk. They were just jealous, she thought, sipping her drink. Jealous that she had the guts to be herself, to live life on her own terms.

Back upstairs, a strange noise drew her attention to Sarah's room. Her older sister was usually a stickler for neatness, her room a pristine sanctuary. Yet, muffled thumping and rustling sounds came from behind the closed door. Curiosity piqued, Lisa pushed the door open.

The sight that greeted her was both perplexing and intriguing. You stood in the middle of the room, clad in Sarah's long, flowing silk nightgown. The garment, usually reserved for Sarah's most intimate moments, looked strangely alluring on you, the fabric pooling around your feet as you rifled through her closet. On the bed lay a collection of Sarah's clothes: a soft, cashmere sweater, a pair of her favorite skinny jeans, a delicate lace bralette, and a pair of silk panties.

You were so engrossed in your task that you didn't notice Lisa standing there, observing you with a mixture of amusement and suspicion. Sarah was away, helping their mother with funeral arrangements. So what were you doing in her room, wearing her clothes? It was as if you were trying them on, testing them out...

Lisa leaned against the doorjamb, a smirk playing on her lips. This was too good to miss. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice laced with mischief, "What do we have here?"

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