Thread: You Do For Family -- In Character

It was an otherwise bright and sunny day in Louisville, Colorado, a relatively small mountain town on the relative outskirts of the greater Boulder County area. The sun was beating down, not quite enough to make one beat out in a heat sweat, but enough to know that it wasn't time for thick coats and winter warmers just yet. Sophia sat in the middle of the family room, her face flushed red and carved lines upon her cheeks showed the remnants of the days events A flood of tears and marks from the near-constant rubing of numerous tissues spent throughout the morning and now sewn upon the wooden floorboards. It was odd though Sophia had always thought she was so greatly mature, and that no matter what happened she'd never shed a tear like those silly little girls she saw screaming their eyes out because they broke a nail or lost that cute boys number, it was just all so pathetic. Yet here she was, sat upon the floor of the family room, sobbing uncontrollably like a child about something she couldn't even change. Her grandfather, most likely the most important to all of the family since their births, was gone. He was the mentor, the friend, the child-like jester who always seemed to be loved no matter where he went City to city, state to state, country to country. It didn't matter, everyone adored Gramps. It wasn't even last week that he was in the house, sitting on the floor right next to where she sat and placing an insanely childish game with her Pattycake. Neither of them even LIKED that game, but they just felt like playing it, so they did. He was so full of life and vibrant, so well-loved and loving Just like all those cards said. At least thirty or forty, lined up against the mantle and down the sides, atop the television, on the fireplace surround, all over the room. Sophia shifted slowly, her head placing itself against the chest of her elder sibling and the one to stay with her whilst the others went to the funeral. Sam was basically just an older version of Sophia Similar personality, similar appearance, similar ways of coping with these issues Beating their brothers up. Yet today those selfish asshats had run off with the 'olds' and left them to stew in their own self-pity. 'Those pin-dicked bastards!' she hissed inside her own head as she shifted herself so she was looking upwards towards Sam's face whilst her head was still upon Sam's chest, her arms wrapping her sister up into a big, tight hug. Why did he have to die now? He wasn't even that old, he was only like sixty-five or something.. she huffed off in her little strop The tears had by now stopped completely and she, for the first time in her life, nibbled on the outside of a bar of chocolate for that comforting feeling only piling on pounds of ass could really make. It was odd, though. Sitting here with her sister's absolutely divine -- Wait what?! -- bosom against her face was slightly enticing to Sophia, and as the young bisexual wondered where her limits were exactly, she realized that it was best to just..try it out for a change, instead of just sitting there wondering. Her right hand slowly slid itself down her sisters back as she mumbled Thanks for being here with me Sam. You're always there when I need you..You're the best. she whispered softly Sweet words of encouragement to smooth the way further down her new-found road of exploration. Her fingers came to the back of her sisters pants She could feel the hem of her sisters panties upon her fingers, her face blushed with intense heat as she shifted back. I don't know what to do.. she mumbled, and not exactly about her grandfather.