darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
Samantha groaned in frustration, letting out a huff of air that disturbed her bangs. The shirt was gone. Again. this had to be the third time this week that Alyssa had stolen it, and after Sam had explicitly said not to. Actually, she'd said not to steal any of her clothes, but that hardly seemed to stop Alyssa. worse, their parents seemed to think that the girls should share everything. It wouldn't surprise Sam to find out her sister had been walking around in borrowed underwear.
It didn't help that Samantha was a tad on the thin side. It made it a lot easier for her younger sister to fit into Sam's wardrobe. So much so that sometimes even Sam got confused on what shirt belonged to which girl. Being the older, at the sage age of eighteen, Sam simply felt that she was entitled to whatever bits of clothing she lay claim to. Alyssa could walk around naked, for all Sam cared. Actually, the idea had some appeal to it. Right now Sam was so frustrated that revenge sounded like a brilliant plan.
Huffing, nearly squealing with frustration, the girl stormed through the house, finally locating her sister's room. Not caring what Alyssa was doing, wearing, or thinking, Sam just burst into the room, nearly yelling. "Alyssa! I want my shirt back!"
She stood there, glaring at her sister, and if looks could kill than Alyssa would have died, come back to life, and died once more.
It didn't help that Samantha was a tad on the thin side. It made it a lot easier for her younger sister to fit into Sam's wardrobe. So much so that sometimes even Sam got confused on what shirt belonged to which girl. Being the older, at the sage age of eighteen, Sam simply felt that she was entitled to whatever bits of clothing she lay claim to. Alyssa could walk around naked, for all Sam cared. Actually, the idea had some appeal to it. Right now Sam was so frustrated that revenge sounded like a brilliant plan.
Huffing, nearly squealing with frustration, the girl stormed through the house, finally locating her sister's room. Not caring what Alyssa was doing, wearing, or thinking, Sam just burst into the room, nearly yelling. "Alyssa! I want my shirt back!"
She stood there, glaring at her sister, and if looks could kill than Alyssa would have died, come back to life, and died once more.