Thread: (Me& T_Virus) Step-Siblings

I don't have a title. xD The sun rose slowly above the city, filling it with its radiant light hardly shielded by the few thin clouds hovering in the air. It was always like that, a perfect calm before a raging storm. The town was rather large, life beginning early. It was only in their neighbourhood that everything appeared to stand perfectly still. Houses similar to Barbie's one were set in rows and rows, giving the area an oddly disturbing aspect. In one of these three story, beige houses was a bedroom partially hidden from the light by a pair of white linen curtains. The room almost matched the expectations one could have gotten from a ride down the street - it was perfectly clean, uninhabited looking. A large queen size mattress rested on a support made of dark oak, the bed's head matching it. One of the walls was almost completely occupied by a large image of two women dancing, the picture black and white just as everything else in the room. On the white drapes of the bed rested two beings. The moment light made its way into the fairly vast space, one of them darted up. A beautiful dog - a crossbreed between a wolf and a Siberian husky with a pair of strikingly blue eyes sat up, its tail wagging meekly as he yawned. Clearly bored already, the being jumped onto the bed to press its wet nose against his owner's cheek, letting out a soft squeal. ''God, Caesar, leave me alone,'' came a muffled response yet the animal never gave up. ''Fine, fine, I'm up,'' groaned a deep melodious voice, the covers shifting about until a female emerged from underneath. ''Good morning, stupid dog,'' she mused, kissing the dog's nose before pushing it aside to stand up. The clock indicated ten AM, an hour she found convenient, especially since her parents were only gone for a couple of weeks and there was no time to lose. Of course she had only thought so for the first day, quickly realizing that there really wasn't that much to do in a city where you couldn't do much when you were under eighteen and had no false ID. Walking through the room, the female went straight for the bathroom, her back straight and proud as she moved. In the bathroom, she stripped out of her clothes, studying herself in the mirror. She was not a properly speaking disordered person, yet she had her quirks and a daily inspection of her body was among them. She was fairly small and frail, standing at five feet and five inches. With a delicate bone structure, she looked fragile although voluptuous. With a pair of D cup breasts, flat stomach that held a shadow of abs - she made sure to train but not as much as to create a six pack, a tiny stomach and a round, firm ass she was an eye candy. Her skin was similar to that of a child's - smooth, flawless, well taken care of and holding a light, creamy tint. A long tattoo trailed along her side, a series of light blue butterflies that started at her lower back and slid up to outline the bottom of her left breast. Otherwise, she resembled her dog to an astonishing extent. Her long, rich waves of hair were so light they were almost white, contrasting with that strange blue she shared with Caesar. Her blue eyes were large, similar to pools of water surrounded by thick eyelashes and her lips were soft and plump. Satisfied, she turned away from the mirror and walked into the shower, quickly cleaning herself. Soon enough, the girl ended her routine, remembering only then where she was. It wasn't her house, and she had a hard time adjusting. Her friends were left miles away when her mother made the selfish decision to get married months ago. She was then forced to accept an annoying sibling who was two years her senior and to travel a half an hour every day of the school year and a week every month of the summer to get to her dance studio. Of course there were several quirks - the house was wonderful, she was finally able to have enough space to decorate it as her own, her step-father was the only paternal figure she has ever had and life was generally fine. Lost in thoughts, the girl dried herself, advancing back into her room. There, she pulled on a clean set of underwear, a pair of short navy shorts, a loose white tank top that showed off her bra-less cleavage fairly well and a pair of white, loose knee length socks. Satisfied with her appearance, she slid along the floors, enjoying the fact that for a change there was only one carpet in the entire house. Getting downstairs, expecting her 'brother' to still be asleep, she went straight for the kitchen. There, she quickly fed her dog and prepared cereal for herself before assuming a place at the bar-like table separating the kitchen from the living room. listu