Thread: Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

He was coming home. And Temperance was nearly flipping out. The fifteen year old had always loved her brother, practically worshiped him. Why wouldn't she? He'd been absolutely freakin' perfect for nearly all of Tempy's childhood. He'd defended her from bullies, of which there were a lot, he'd actually taken her out from time to time. As far as Tempy was concerned, he was perfect. Infallible. so she was extremely nervous to hear he was coming back. Hey, you going to keep staring at yourself in the fucking mirror all day? a voice yelled, making Tempy jump. She had, in fact, been staring at the mirror. She'd been trying to get herself to look decent. Her hair curled, and she never could quite seem to get it to do so in the way she wanted. Her nose was this weird little button thing that was cute or adorable. in fact, Tempy knew she was pretty well just considered cute overall. She could see the cute girl in the mirror now. Well, see her through a pair of thin glasses. They seemed to amplify the blue-green eyes behind her. Yes, definitely cute. I'm just getting ready! she turned and yelled back. Well fucking hurry the hell up! He's going to be here, and I gotta take a piss! the voice yelled back. Tempy sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. She didn't even really have breasts. oh, they were there, but they weren't really that noticeable. She often had to wear padded bras to even make sure-- And a girl who was almost dangerously sexy entered the room, throwing Tempy off. Hope! she yelled, stamping her foot and turning, I said I was-- well, I gotta go to the bathroom, so deal, said Hope. The two were sisters, which you could more easily tell if you actually listened to them. You could see the resemblance, to some degree. They both had red hair Temperance's was a sort of blondish red, almost the red-blonde or molten gold. Hope had flame red hair. Tempy's was long, nearly down to her waist, and had that unruly curl. Hope's was short, cut pixie style. Tempy's breasts were barely noticeable Hope's almost looked inflamed. Both were attractive, but it was obvious that the year and a half separation did wonders for Hope. What are you getting all worked up for? asked Hope. She pushed Tempy aside, checking her eyeshadow, which was, of course, dark, and running a hand through her hair. I just want to look nice, that's all,' muttered Tempy. She shifted, reaching up to push the glasses up. Well, you could lose the specs, four-eyes, said Hope, giving her sister a light slap on the back. And maybe loosen up. Well, we all can't have piercings and tattoos,' snapped Tempy, turning to glare at her sister. Hope shrugged. She did, in fact, have a belly ring and a little stub in her nose. She'd have piercings in more... private areas if she thought her parents would allow it. It had been pushing it to get what she had. Not to mention the lower back tattoo, the tramp stamp. Both girls stopped and stiffened as the doorbell rang. They exchanged glances with one another before Tempy hurried off, heading downstairs at nearly a breakneck pace. Hope, who'd never been quite as close, moved much, much slower, her movements almost feline. So it would be Tempy who opened the door for her brother, grinning wide and nearly bouncing with joy at seeing him yet again.