dear stepsister, i hate you. • be

dear stepsister, i hate you. • be

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my stepsister. She's everything I'm not-loud, reckless, untouchable. It wasn't supposed to be like this. But somehow, I can't look away. -------- "billie?" she said softly. i paused. "last night..." she started, then stopped, twisting the blanket in her hands. "was it-" "don't," i said quickly. my tone came out sharper than i meant. "just -- don't." she flinched. "i just wanted to know if it-" "meant something?" i finished, turning to face her. her eyes searched mine, desperate, hopeful. i hesitated. the truth sat heavy on my tongue. "it shouldn't have happened," i said finally. ---- •slow updates •intended lowercase • g!p • mature/ graphic scenes
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Billie blinked. "Wow," she said tightly. Her smile was more strained than a bra two sizes too small. "How long have you two been together?" "Oh no no! Not dating... yet?" She added, her hand sliding up my thigh so casually you'd think she did it every Tuesday. "Oh, fuck me," Billie muttered to herself, standing abruptly. "Getting a drink," She didn't wait for a response, or permission, or the Lord's blessing. Just turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd like a storm cloud in eyeliner. - Billie took a gulp from her cocktail like it was water in the desert and she'd just crawled out of emotional quicksand. Half the drink disappeared in one go. I blinked. "What is in that?" "Vodka," she said flatly. "And...?" Sophie asked, voice a little too polite like she was a customer service rep bracing for a Karen. "Vodka," Billie repeated, nodding like she just solved a riddle. "Do you still have those photos, Lynx?" she asked suddenly, voice low and laced with something unreadable. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. "The nude ones. From my house. A month ago." Her lip curled into a subtle smirk, the kind that belonged in a courtroom or a very expensive lingerie ad. I cleared my throat. "Do you... want them?" Billie shrugged. "No. Just wanted to make sure you still had them." She drained the rest of her drink like that sentence hadn't just broken the vibe into a million awkward little pieces. "Yo, what's this about photos?" a very drunk man asked, stumbling over with the grace of a wet sock. "Who the fuck invited you?" Billie snapped, her voice slicing through the noise sharper than a guillotine in a Gucci ad. I stared at him like he was an IKEA instruction manual written in Klingon. "Piss off, Liam," Billie muttered, already over it.

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