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This is currently just a office of an melodic theme I'm working on. If you guys like it and all works out I'm hopping to have at to the lowest degree 5 chapters

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"What are you doing ?"

The shrill, obviously annoyed representative pierced my heading earpiece like the part of god himself, scaring the bullshit out of me. Falling on my ass and quickly pulling my headphones off I look around wondering who was disturbing my peace.

"I'll say it again, what are you doing ?"

Little Phoebe feet from me, standing behind the couch, I was just on, is my young sister.

"Hey ash, what ?"

I'm pretty used to being interrupted all the time ; the irritation in her vox didn't really seem to bring this conversation was going to end well.

"You know that my beau is coming over tonight, I need this room, clean it up."

"Who went and named u queen regnant B ?"

Truth be told, she always had been. Perfect grades, header cheerleader, voted most popular and likely to succeed, and yeah ill admit it she has looks. Long loose brown hair down the midriff of her back, 5'9, double d's that fit her perfectly. 3 years younger and still all my acquaintance wished they could give her. Got into my fair ploughshare of competitiveness over her.

I on the other hand was a college dropout, slight chunky, with a retrieve side and infant lineament. And to top it all off still living in my parents'house working fully time at a short crap dinner.

She glared at me, with her patented ‘ do it.'Stare"Do it or ill go get mom and daddy."

Somehow my sister has a supper force, and any of you with little sisters will probable know what I'm talking about. One intelligence from her sassing and my parents turn to putty full of cash and anger. I'm sure there was a understanding but I was always on the receiving end of ‘ putty anger'so I never could ask too many questions.

"Say one word to them and I'll tell them you're letting your boy toy squirt in you whenever he wants."

She paled at this, frankly so did I. Neither of us saw this coming but seeing the fear in her heart told me it didn't matter I had hit a nerve and was pulling ahead.

"How… I… Who told you ?"

"You did, you came home drunk and naked a few dark ago. Like usual I put you into bed and grabbed your clothes off the driveway where your ‘ friends'just dropped them. While I was helping you up stairs you told me everything."

Whatever color that was left in her boldness before deal was gone now. The best part was that there was no way out of this for her. Even if our parents had known that she went and got herself positive birthing control pill, the thought alone of our parents being told that kept her in blood line. If they did find out there would be no more borrowing money from mamma, or crying to daddy when individual was picking on her. Putting up with my ass was much better for her ( in her belief ) than losing our parents blessing.

Now if you have ever had a sibling there are times when you know you're done. No sum of money of begging, pleading, whining, or crying will puzzle out. Me and my baby perfected this. No see row no stalling.

"fine what is it you want this time."
And just like that, all the cards were on the table. What did I need ? With this I could own here for a good while. But at the same time I don't want to make her miserable, she is still my sister.

"Here's the mass. You're caught perfectly and you know it. So 3, 3 thing to be called on anytime I want within the following two workweek. If I ask you to lean down a lick my foot you will do so. Are we clear ?"

"No fucking way."

"Ok do you want to secernate our parents are should I ?"

The hatred sack up in her eyes, if I didn't manoeuvre this right I could end up the one getting fucked… fucked ...
No, that 's so messed up and amiss ... I could n't do that, could i ?
Could I get… ? There is no way that… I own her… She 'll do anything i say to, for now…

"fine"she says the sadness bleeding out of her. For a split mo I felt a little bad for her. Then I looked at those double d's and remember that she's the reason I'm still a Virgin.

And right there with in a 3 mo spat back and Forth River I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be intimate my sister. God it sounds so weird but, she has this coming ... But this would take a lot Thomas More than just a little blackmail over her ; I needed to pull a wizard trick out of the bag for this one.

"Good now that we have that out of the way, I'll go ahead and peck this all up for you. I'll be in my room the rest of the Night thinking this over. Tomorrow after u get back from shoal we'll talking more about your debt."
As she was walking up the stairs, and I began to pick up the laptop and blanket now on the floor. I remember the old tv camera that I got for my last birthday with no pictures or anything on it. Yes that should do nicely.

Tomorrows going to be a very nice day .