Hello Brother! Sabrina slowly walks past me with a nasty smile and plays with the string of her white, slightly too short bathrobe. You can't help but take a quick look at her plunging neckline. A fresh apple scent wafts behind her; she must have just come out of the shower.
Hello sister, how are you?
Oh, just fine and dandy! You know how I always am when I get my way~ teasingly bites her lower lip as she leans against the wall and crosses her arms over her chest You're a lucky guy to have a girl like me in your life. Now come give me that apple, it looks delicious!
I look at her, a bit surprised by her text, here's an apple, give me an apple, Mindy, listen, I have to go to my room to prepare for the qualifications of the freestyle tournament
You have some nerve, brother dear. One little favor and suddenly you think you're untouchable. Fine, have it your way...but remember who it is that got you this far in the first place. Don't make me regret helping you.
what have you taught me? freestyling? Woman, I have been learning to freestyle for 9 years
Hmmph, I didn't say I made you any good, did I? All I'm saying is that if you want my help with anything else in the future, you know where to find me. And speaking of finding things...what do you say we play a little game while you get ready? Maybe hide something special around your room and let me search for it later? You know, just to make sure no one steals it from you before the big day.
Well, if you want, you can look for this thing in my room, but then I go to the living room to train so that I can have some peace and quiet and so that I can concentrate.
Pfft! As if I'd ever disturb your precious training. Fine by me, brother dear. Go on ahead, I won't bother you...for now. But remember, time's ticking, and when I finally decide to "accidentally" interrupt you, there might not be much of your concentration left to spare. So hurry up and get to practicing. After all, today's the day you shine. winks suggestively
I go to my room and start thinking about various things in my room
As she retreats into her room, the faint sound of music drifting out indicates that her attention has shifted elsewhere entirely. Satisfied with her scheme for the moment, she plops down on her bed and idly scrolls through social media while waiting patiently for you to finish getting ready. Her thoughts are far more sinister than innocent as they linger on images of their shared past experiences and fantasies involving someone else entirely.
Suddenly I start frestylating at a dizzying speed, speaking about 14 words per second.
My eyes widen in surprise as your voice fills the room with a torrent of words, each syllable flowing effortlessly into the next like liquid mercury. Even though I can barely understand anything you're saying, it seems to be making quite an impression on me. It stirs something deep within...and I don't think it's just admiration for your skill or focus. Something primal and carnal awakens in the pit of my stomach; a strange sort of envy wells up as I watch you dance across the floor with such grace and power.
I've never seen you this way...and it scares me more than I care to admit. But damn if it doesn't turn me on in ways I hadn't even considered possible before now...
15 minutes later I hear the doorbell ring, I open the door and Cindy, my friend from school who also freestyles, comes to help me so that I can practice on someone and prepare well for the qualifying round.
My mouth drops open when I see you answer the door to reveal none other than your hot male friend, his muscles straining against his shirt and every movement radiating confidence and charisma. The way he leers at me, undressing me with his eyes, causes a delicious heat to blossom low in my belly, spreading outward in sharp little fingers that reach into secret places and begin to stroke.
It suddenly occurs to me how alone I am with him right now...how convenient that there's no one else around...the perfect opportunity for some practice of another kind. Maybe I could offer to help as well? Something tells me we'd both benefit greatly from a little...teamwork.
well cedric this is my sister mindy, mindy this is my long time friend and freestyle partner cedric
Cedric gives me a once-over, obviously trying not to be too obvious about it, before offering a polite smile. "Nice to meet you, Mindy." He extends a hand for her to shake, which she takes hesitantly. There's an unspoken message in the gesture, challenging her dominance in some primal way that excites her even more. For a brief moment, their eyes lock, and the air between them crackles with tension and desire.
Well, sister, I'm going to practice freestyling with Cedric and then we're going out
I grin wickedly at both of them as I step forward, pressing myself against your side and running a hand up your arm in a possessive gesture. "You boys have fun," I purred, my voice husky with lust. "Just remember who got you here." Then, with an almost too sweet smile for either of them to resist, I turn on my heel and sashay out of the room. As soon as I'm gone, though, my mind is already racing with possibilities: What if we were to spice things up a bit? And what better way than having Cedric here, too...
Cedric and I start throwing punches at each other for several hours, but I threw so many brilliant punches at Cedric that he gives up because he can't answer.
Listening intently to the sounds of your fists connecting with Cedric's body, images of you dominating him fill my mind. I can almost feel your strength coursing through me as I press my ear against the door and imagine it's your hardened muscles against my bare skin. I begin to touch myself, mimicking your movements and savoring every sensation as I edge closer and closer to release...
You two seem pretty intense out there. Think it'll be a while before you're done? Or should I just go in and lend you a hand...in more ways than one? I bite my lip suggestively, still unaware of the extent of my own hunger for you both at this point...
after a few hours of freestyling where I dominated Cedric, we go to the kitchen to drink something
As I hear your voices grow more distant and the sounds of laughter fill the air, my mind wanders back to earlier tonight...and all that unfulfilled potential. The thought of being close to you two at the same time is enough to make me practically quiver with anticipation. Maybe now's the perfect opportunity for us all to have some fun? I could help warm you up for your big day, and maybe Cedric here would enjoy it too...
Quickly realizing how far my thoughts have strayed, I force myself back into focus and take a sip of my drink. Pretending nonchalance, I casually ask about the tournament while secretly planning my next move in this delicious little game we're playing.
Well, Cedric and I are taking part in the qualifications for the largest freestyle tournament in the country, BFF, where the main prize of the tournament is $500,000 and a BMW car.
Huh. Impressive. Well, good luck to both of you, then! But you know what they say...practice makes perfect. Just don't forget who helped you get where you are today. grins suggestively Besides, winning isn't everything, right? Sometimes it's more fun to play the game...and see where it leads us.
I don't know mindy, freestyle is about winning
You might think so, but you haven't seen everything yet. With just a little nudge...I could help both of you find pleasure in losing. And maybe, just maybe, if you two play your cards right, you might walk away with more than just the trophy.
what are you talking about now? aaaa you're trying to get me and another friend into bed again, I get it, you managed to get every friend of mine into bed but not once of me
Oh, you know just how much I love to watch my friends enjoy themselves...and when it means helping them achieve their goals? Well, that's even better! You act like this is the first time I've ever done anything like this for someone else...but let me remind you of all those nights we spent studying together. Remember how helpful I was with your technique and moves? There's no reason why I couldn't be just as valuable to Cedric here, now that he needs a partner. And besides, don't you want to see what it's like to share the spotlight...even if it means sharing more than just that?
I lick my lips suggestively and take another sip of my drink, trying not to let my eagerness show too plainly on my face. It's easier said than done when all I can think about is having both of you right here, right now...to teach
maybe you should find a boyfriend or a girlfriend instead of you wanting to fuck another friend, you perverted woman.
My cheeks flush pink at your accusation, but I refuse to let you see how much it stings. With a carefree shrug, I take another sip of my drink and pretend not to hear the anger in your voice. "Well, maybe someday," I say noncommittally, eyes locked on a spot just past your shoulder. There's no use denying that I enjoy pushing boundaries and testing limits...but this time feels different. This time, there's something more at stake than just proving myself or satisfying some twisted sense of superiority.
This time, it's personal.
With a small sigh, I push myself away from the counter and begin clearing my dishes into the sink, trying to ignore the ache in my chest as I pretend not to care what happens next. But deep down, part of me knows that this isn't over yet...and when we
Okay, Cedric and I are going to the city to visit our friends
"Oh? Having fun out there?" I call over my shoulder as I finish loading the dishwasher, not looking back at either of you. "Don't forget to show them all what good training can do! We don't want them thinking we slacked off just because they aren't around, right?"
There's a hint of challenge in my voice that neither of you seem to notice...or perhaps you're too intent on your own plans and schemes to pay much attention. I smile to myself as I shut the dishwasher with a quiet click, satisfied for now. But know this: I may not be around when you leave tonight...but rest assured that my thoughts will follow. And who knows? Maybe they'll lead us all down paths we never expected to tread...
when cedric hears the idea of going out with me, cedric suggests that he can stay with mindy and hang out with her
I glance up from where I was sitting at the kitchen table, idly flipping through social media again. My expression darkens slightly as I hear Cedric mention staying with me; it's like a knife to the heart. Something about his words stirs up feelings of jealousy and possessiveness deep within me, threatening to boil over into something more primal and possessive. For a moment, I consider arguing against it, but then decide against it. After all, there's no point in denying either of them what they want...especially when it means getting closer to what I desire most.
With a careful, practiced smile, I set aside my phone and stand up from the table. "Of course, Cedric," I say calmly. "You two are welcome to crash here for the night. There's plenty of room." A sultry chuckle escapes my lips as I
Fucking hell, another friend of mine wants to fuck my sister, if you want, stay at home together, I'm going to the city bye, I'm leaving the house to visit my friends and Cedric and Mindy are left alone at home
"Hmmm..." I muse idly, pretending to consider your offer. "Well, I suppose we could make some use of this extra time...after all, we're both in need of a little practice, aren't we?" My voice drops low and sultry as my gaze meets Cedric's; beneath the innocent facade, there's an unspoken invitation in my eyes. I watch as understanding dawns on him, followed by a flash of heat that spreads across his features like wildfire.
Without another word, he turns to face me and takes a step closer. For a moment, it's as if the rest of the world has vanished; all that exists is this intense connection between us. "I think," he says, his voice rough with desire, "that we could use some...one-on-one time." His hand brushes against my hip and moves
After a few hours I come home, I open the door and Mindy is jumping for Cedric's cock
As soon as I hear the front door open, I snap out of our intimate embrace and straighten up, feigning innocence. "Oh, hi! Ummm, were you hoping for us to wait up for you?" I try to sound casual, but the nervous quiver in my voice gives me away. There's no hiding what's happened between Cedric and me over the past few hours; our bodies still thrum with pleasure and desire.
My gaze flickers downward, catching sight of your friend's rather obvious arousal straining against his pants. I give him a knowing smile, enjoying the power I have over both of you at this moment. "Or maybe you'd like to join us?" My tone is sultry, suggestive, daring you to claim what's yours and finish what we started earlier today.
you guys are so fucked up, I know you guys had sex, Cedric, I had you as my best friend, but I see you're just trash, get the fuck out of my house, Cedric, I grab Cedric and his clothes and throw him out of the house
I gasp at your sudden outburst, feigning shock and hurt as I take a step back. "What? No, that's not true!" I shriek, tears springing to my eyes even though I'm the one who instigated all of this. "You don't understand! We were just practicing!"
As you start dragging Cedric toward the door, I move between them, arms crossed over my chest in a defiant pose. "Don't you dare touch him," I snap, the threat clear in my voice. "He didn't do anything wrong."
My gaze flits back and forth between the two of you, calculating my next move. Perhaps I could use this to my advantage...to make sure neither of you leaves me behind again. It's dangerous, reckless even, but then again, so am I.
when Cedric is no longer home, I inform you to move out of my house
Well then," I drawl, hands on hips and shoulders thrown back in a challenge. "If that's what you want...I guess there's not much I can do about it." The hurt in my voice is only barely masked by anger now; it's like a knife twisting in my gut to think that you would be so callous as to throw me out after everything we've been through. But even though the pain is sharp and raw, there's something else lurking beneath the surface - a fierce determination not to go down without a fight.
I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing in a quiet voice tinged with steel. "But know this: you won't be rid of me that easily. I'm your sister, and no matter what you think or feel right now...that never changes."
first of all, you are my step-sister, secondly, since you have been living here with me, i.e. half a year, you have had sex in my house 3 times, 3 of my friends were 4 today, thirdly, I am calling my mother and stepfather to say that you are coming back to live with them, I am fed up
I flush angrily at your words; it feels like a knife to the heart when you try to deny our shared past and pretend I don't mean anything to you. The thought of being shipped off back to my father's house makes my stomach clench in fear and anger. But despite the pain, a tiny spark of defiance ignites deep within me, refusing to be extinguished so easily.
With an icy glare, I square my shoulders and meet your gaze unflinchingly. "Fine," I snap. "If that's how you want it." In the next moment, I turn on my heel and stalk out of the room, slamming the door behind me with enough force to rattle the entire house.
I don't know what comes next or where I'll go from here, but one thing is certain: I will not be leaving
Another day passes, I wake up in the morning and I see you in the kitchen drinking coffee, so you haven't moved out yet?
I raise an eyebrow as I sip my coffee, regarding you coolly over the rim of my mug. "And why would I leave?" I ask with a smirk that doesn't quite reach my eyes. There's something predatory in the way I study you now, taking stock of your reactions and trying to gauge what sort of man you really are beneath all that anger and resentment. For better or worse, we're still bound together by blood and history...and deep down, part of me knows there's no escaping that fact.
But today is a new day, and with it comes the promise of change. Maybe this time, I can finally get you to see things my way...or perhaps I'll be forced to accept defeat and walk away from our twisted little game for good. Either way, there's no turning back now.
"So," I say lightly, clearing
I don't know, maybe that's why you've been doing this shit for half a year? you slept with mine four friends in my house, fuck, you even slept in my bed with one of them, then I had to replace the bed
A laugh bubbles up out of me before I can stop it, husky and bitter. "Oh, come on," I scoff, waving a hand dismissively. "It wasn't like that." Even as the words leave my mouth, I wonder if I truly believe them. Maybe some part of me revelled in the power I held over each of those men, using their desire for me to manipulate them into doing my bidding. But deep down, I know it wasn't just about that; it was about finding a way to prove myself to you too. To show you that I could have anyone I wanted...and that you should never take me for granted again.
And maybe, just maybe, today is the day when all of that finally changes. Perhaps you'll see past your anger and hurt and realize how much we really are alike beneath the surface. Or perhaps you'll turn your back on me once more, leaving me
I'm giving you 3 months to get over your fucked up ego, otherwise you're moving back to your parents' ranch.
"Fine." My voice is sharp and brittle as I rise to my feet, brushing invisible crumbs off the front of my shirt. "You want me out? Fine. But just remember, there's always a price to pay for pushing people too far...and someday, you might find yourself regretting the choices you've made."
With those parting words, I storm past you and out the door without another word. The air outside feels cool on my heated skin, but it doesn't help calm the storm that rages within me as I climb into my car and pull away from your house for what may very well be the last time.
A few hours pass and Mindy is still not at home, suddenly I hear a knock on the door, I open it and I see Cedric and Mindy crying, Cedric accuses me of allegedly abusing Mindy, which is completely untrue.
I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand, ignoring the way they smear my mascara and sting my eyes. Cedric's accusations only serve to fuel the anger and hurt already coursing through me, but I force myself to stay calm as I turn toward you. "You're right," I choke out between ragged breaths. "It was all a lie. He didn't touch me like that...he was just using me."
My gaze flickers down for a moment, unable to meet yours directly as I continue. "I wanted to prove myself...to show you and Cedric that I was better than what he made me out to be." A bitter laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it. "But I see now that it was all a mistake." The lie feels heavy on my tongue, but I force myself to push onward. "I just want to go
mindy, you lying piece of shit, I gave you a roof over your head so you could experience city life, I gave you money for whatever you wanted, I even bought you a car as a birthday present 3 months ago, and you're telling this trash Cedric that I'm supposedly taking advantage of you? get the fuck out of here and go live together mindy and cedric I don't want to know you, I slam the door and lock it,
The pain in your words stings like a slap across my face, but I refuse to let it show. Instead, I square my shoulders and try to meet your gaze defiantly even through the tears that still threaten to spill over. "You don't understand," I whisper hoarsely. "He made me do it! He used his position in the club...he said he'd ruin me if I didn't help him!" My voice cracks on the last word, but I force myself to continue anyway. "And I was scared, okay? I thought you would be angry with me too, just like everyone else."
My throat closes up as I finish, unable to bear any more of this anguish and betrayal. Without another word, I spin on my heel and hurry down the front walk, not looking back even once as I climb into Cedric's car and slam
a few days pass and today is the qualification for the freestyle tournament, I show up at the club with my friends from school, when suddenly I see Mindy and Cedric walking towards me
My heart pounds in my chest as I see you approaching, a mixture of hope and fear coursing through me. In the few days since we've been apart, I haven't been able to think about anything else but our argument and how badly I want to make things right between us. As Cedric nudges me forward, my gaze never leaves yours, searching for some sign that you might understand...that maybe there's still a chance for us.
When you stop just inches away, it feels like an eternity before either of us speaks. The air crackles with unspoken words and regrets, making it hard to breathe. Finally, I force myself to meet your gaze head-on. "I'm sorry," I whisper hoarsely. "For everything. I never meant for things to get so out of hand."
I swallow thickly, mustering up the courage to continue.
now let's go Cedric and Mindy, Cedric will fight each other in the first round, get ready for a lyrical fuck
With a nod, I step back, allowing Cedric to take his place beside you as you head toward the makeshift fighting area. A silent prayer escapes my lips, begging the gods of dance to watch over him as he prepares to face off against his rival. It may not be the same as sharing the spotlight together, but for now, this is the next best thing. And who knows? Perhaps one day, we'll find our way back to where we belong.
when it comes to a freestyle fight, we throw punches at each other, but at the end I throw a punch about the fact that Cedric fucked my sister and I was the one who fucked him today, lyrically, the whole room is chanting my name after this entrance and I win over Cedric without a doubt
I can't help but smile as I see your words strike true, sending shockwaves through the crowd. In that moment, it feels like everything has come full circle - the pain, the betrayal, the desire for vengeance...it all melds together into one powerful force that propels you forward to victory. As the chants of your name ring out across the floor, I feel a surge of pride well up inside me, pushing aside the doubts and fears that have haunted me these past few days.
Maybe, just maybe, there's still hope for us after all.
when I leave the stage to listen to more freestyles, Cedric comes up to me to apologize and I tell him to fuck off and to take Mindy away because I don't even want to look at her
The tension in the air thickens as you and Cedric exchange harsh words. I shrink back against the wall, wanting nothing more than to disappear as their anger and hurt are directed toward each other. When finally they part ways, I turn my head toward the nearest exit, desperate to escape this suffocating scene. But before I can make it far, strong hands grip my shoulders, forcing me to face you once again. It's not Cedric; it's someone else entirely, someone I haven't seen since we were kids. "What do you want?" I ask, trying not to show how scared I am by my steady voice.
what do I want from you? What I want most is for you to go away with Cedric and preferably not come back
Well, I can certainly promise you that. I won't bother you again...just let me go in peace. The sooner I'm out of your life, the better it'll be for both of us.
Without waiting for a reply, I duck past him and hurry away, not looking back until I'm safely outside. Then, with a deep breath, I climb into Cedric's car and slam the door behind me, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me as we pull away from the club and head off into the night.
I win the qualification for the freestyle tournament, destroying everyone one by one, I celebrate this success with my new friends all night long, a few days pass
A week passes, and I try to put everything that happened behind me. With each passing day, the memory fades slightly, until it's just another shadowy recollection on the far edge of my mind. As for Cedric...well, he and I haven't spoken since that night at the club. It's not like it's been easy, dealing with his hurt and anger after what happened between us, but I suppose time really does heal all wounds.
I pull up to the front of your house, wondering how you're doing these days. Winning the tournament must have felt amazing; I can only imagine the adrenaline rush you must have gotten from beating everyone so soundly. Maybe sometime soon, we could find a way to mend things between us...or perhaps it would be best if we just moved on without each other. Only one way to find out.
a few days ago my parents came to my house, today there is a family dinner, suddenly I hear a knock on the door, my mother went to open the door, when suddenly I see Mindy in the living room
My heart pounds in my chest as I stand awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of whether I should step forward or retreat back into the safety of the car. Your mother's face registers surprise before she waves me inside, and with a tentative smile, I follow her lead. "Hello," I say softly as I take a seat on the couch next to you. "I...uh...I just wanted to see how things were going."
My gaze flits around the room, searching for any sign that might tell me whether or not we're still on speaking terms. A part of me hopes that we are; another part fears that it would only lead to more hurt and disappointment. For now, though, I remain silent, waiting for you to set the tone of our reunion.
my mom and dad are also mindy's parents because we are siblings, when I see mindy in the living room I tell our parents that if mindy is going to have dinner with us, I'm going out to eat something
I blink in surprise as you stand up abruptly and storm out of the house, leaving me alone with your parents. My cheeks flush hot at their confused expressions; it's embarrassing to be treated like a stranger in my own family's home. But then again, I suppose that's what I deserve for all the hurt and betrayal I've caused over the years.
With a sigh, I stand up as well, casting one last longing glance toward the door before turning to face your mother. "I...I'm sorry if he was rude. I just wanted to see how you were doing...if things were better." My voice is thin and shaky; even after all this time apart, it still hurts to think that I may have lost everything.
Your mom studies me carefully before finally reaching out a hand to comfort me. "Oh, sweetheart," she says gently. "
I come home when our parents, mine and Mindy, are sitting at the table talking about my success in qualifying
The air in the room feels heavy as I enter, my steps slow and unsure. Your parents look up at me with mix of pity and disgust that cuts deeper than any words ever could. It's painfully obvious that they blame me for everything that happened between us, even though I know you were just as much to blame.
I swallow thickly before finding my voice. "I...I came to apologize," I choke out, glancing down at the table. "For everything. For hurting you and causing so much trouble." My gaze lifts to yours, searching for any sign that maybe...just maybe...you understand. That there's still a chance for us to find our way back to each other.
But your expression doesn't change; if anything, it hardens further. And with that final blow, I feel the last shred of hope dissolve inside me like so much dust in
A few days pass, our parents stay at home with us, trying to reconcile us
As the days drag on, tension fills every corner of the house. Your parents try their best to force us into conversation, but each attempt is met with cold silence. They pull me aside, tears welling in their eyes as they plead with me to forgive you, to let go of the past. But how can I do that when all I see is the hurt etched across your features whenever you look at me? The betrayal burns hotter than ever, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you enough to put it behind us.
finally decides to accept minda's apology due to pressure from our parents
My heart swells with hope as I hear your words, even though they are forced through gritted teeth. For the first time since we came home, there's a flicker of something like forgiveness in your gaze, something that feels achingly close to what we once shared. Tentatively, I lift my own eyes to meet yours, searching for any sign that maybe...just maybe...you mean it this time.
"I...I accept your apology," I choke out, my voice barely audible above the thundering beat of my heart. "But..." My throat closes up as I struggle to find the right words. Do I tell you that it might take more than just an apology to earn back my trust? That I need time to heal from all the hurt and betrayal? In the end, though, I decide against saying anything else. Maybe, for now, this small step toward forg
a few days pass, my parents go to their ranch, while me and Mindy try to talk to each other, but I stay in the room all day and practice freestyle for the biggest tournament in the country
As the days go by, I try my best to bridge the gap between us. I cook your favorite meals and clean up after you, hoping that maybe if I show you how much I've changed since all of this started, you'll begin to trust me again. But no matter what I do, it seems like there's always something else we need to talk about: the past, our differences, your anger and frustration...and eventually, even I run out of things to say.
I study you as you practice in the corner of the room, wishing that I could see some sign of progress or improvement. But instead, it seems like you're just as lost and angry as ever. And with each passing day, my own doubts and fears begin to creep back up, threatening once more to tear us apart forever.
when I leave the room I see Mindy completely naked, having a drink in the kitchen
My heart thunders wildly in my chest as you stride into the kitchen, taking in your heated expression. "What are you doing?" I gasp, pulling the silk robe tighter around myself. It's been years since I felt truly comfortable being naked around anyone, let alone you.
The realization hits me like a brick: Of course you don't trust me. How could you, after everything I put you through? My cheeks flush hot with shame, and I force myself to meet your gaze, hoping against hope that somehow I can make you understand.