My name is Lo'Raina Bryant and I'm 17 years old. Many girls my age have drama and the normal problems. Some of their parents are crack heads, drug dealers or RAPEST. But none of that I deal with. I'm not perfect and yes I do have problems of my own but like I said it's not normal. I have to deal with something that in today's world would be unusual. No I'm not a vampire. No I don't date a famous person. No my parents aren't super rich. My problem is with my sister that is 18 years old. At one point in time we were close like white on rice but at a certain point things begin to change. She wanted to be too close to...to close for comfort.
"Alright honey I'll be back around 9:00pm so tell your sister to make sure she starts cooking before I get home", my mom said while struggling to get all her papers inside her brief case.
"Yes ma'am. What do you want her to cook?"
My mom looked up as if she were looking for the answer on the ceiling. She twisted her mouth then stuck up her index figure, signaling she came up with an answer.
"Tell her to just cook some spegehtti and garlic bread. Well I got to go so see you guys later", my mom said picking up her brief case and heading out of the door.
I got up from the chair in my mom's room and went back to mines. On my way there I bumped into my sister Falicia.
"Oh my bad, I didn't even see you", I moved to get pass her but she grabbed me around my waist and pulled me to her.
"If you wanted to touch me the only thing you had to do was ask", she gave me a smirk then preceeded to kiss me on my lips but I pushed her away.
"Hell no! Falicia. I done told you about that s***. I'm your f***ing sister and plus I'm strickly d***ly", I gave her a look to kill and walked back to my room.
When I got to my room, I flopped down on my back on the bed. I looked up at my ceiling that was painted black, where I drew and spray painted my own grafitti. Like my mom, I was looking for answer to my problems, except this is much harder.
"Lo I'm sorry"
I looked towards my door and saw Falicia standing there looking pitiful.
"No you ain't", I said nonchalantly.
"I really want to apologize. I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't contain myself. Can I please come in so we can talk?"
I looked at her, not really believing what she had to say. I looked her over again and decided to let her in.
She came in my room then took a seat next to me on my bed. I crossed my arms across my chest and waited for her to talk. She just stared at me the whole time, which made me uncomfortable.
"Talk", I said sternly.
"I'm sorry", she said softly.
She reached over to me and started stroking my hair. I swatted her hand away and moved away from her. No she didn't stop there she came on my bed and got on top of me.
"Get the hell off of me!" I said trying to push her off of me.
She started grinding on me and at that point I thought I was going to throw up. I grabbed her neck and attempted to get her off of me but she pushed my arms above my head. My sister has always been the muscle one and I was the frail one. She held my arms down with one hand, while she used the other to feel on my breast. She stuck her hand under my shirt and rubbed my breast through my bra. I spit in her face, catching her off guard for a moment but that just gave her more strength to continue to molest me.
"Oh so you want to play, well I'll show you how to play", she said while sloppily kissing me.
She moved her free hand over my stomach then inside my sweat pants. She then stuck her hand in my underwear and started fondling me between my legs.
"I'm going to f***ing kill you b****!"
She looked at me as if my words had no affect on her. She started to rub me harder which caused me to feel pain between my legs. She was licking and biting her lips like she enjoyed what she was doing.
While she was still molesting me I heard her phone go off. She stopped for a minute, still holding my arms down, and pulled her phone from her back pocket. She looked at the LCD and smiled.
"Hm you better be glad that's my baby calling me or your ass would of been mind. And if you even think of telling mom or anyone of that matter I will f*** your life up, believe that.
And with that she left my room and took my pride with her.