It's been two years since I've seen my dad and his side of the family. I step out the door in my pink, black and white knee-long dress with my suitcase in hand. I turn around and lock the door behind me and then watch as my dad pulls up in his old, beaten up, red station wagon. I set down my suitcase and smile as I run up to my dad, giving him a huge hug and kiss on the cheek. Then I hurry to the other side of the car, greeting both my step-mom and her son, Dan. Dan helps me get my things into the trunk and we all get into the car to start the 45 minute drive home. Dan gaped at my body, staring me down head to toe and back again. I'm not the 'cute' little sister I used to be.
Note: English isn't my first language, and you will find minor grammar errors. If this bothers you, please find other great stories on this site. I was standing right outside my sister's room, my heart pounding.
My relatives came to visit over the summer. My aunt and uncle on my mom's side, and my grandparents on my father's side. Our house was full, with myself, my sister, and my parents already filling our three bedroom home before taking in more people. I loved having the relatives visit us, so it wasn't a problem, it just meant that my sister had to share my room for a week. That was going to prove very beneficial, as I was soon to discover. I'm eighteen, and my sister, Brynn, is not quite a year older than me. My mom got pregnant with me almost immediately after she was born. We're so close that people think we're twins. We get along pretty well, although sharing a room was going to be an adjustment. After we had a big dinner, everyone went to their rooms.
This all started a few years ago. I can remember that first morning like it was yesterday. It was my sister's alarm clock that started it all. Yea, you can blame it on the alarm. I screwed my sister because of an alarm clock. It's a bit of a stretch, but you could say that alarm clock just provided the right moment; and that moment was when it went off one Saturday and she never turned the damn thing off. God, how could she sleep through that racket? My sister, Sabrina, was staying with me after her husband had kicked her out of their apartment. I never liked him in the first place and as much money as he didn't make, they never could afford a condo much less a real house.