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Synopsis: Madison's parents are away, and she is planning on spending a summer day at her house with her boyfriend. Her antagonistic step-sister schemes to drug them both in an attempt to sexually manipulate the two of them against their will.
I
Madison turned to the side, straightened her back, pushed her chest out a little…
He'll like this, s
he thought to herself,
he'll have to…
It wasn't the skimpiest bikini in the world, but it showed off far more skin than she typically allowed. Not that she wasn't good looking. Not even that she was modest. She knew she was pretty. Her boyfriend Tyler knew it too. Sure, she was no model, and yeah, she was much more conservative in her dress and attitude than most other college-bound girls… But not
every
good-looking female had to skimp around in next-to-nothing in a desperate plea for attention.
She put a white t-shirt over herself; it was flimsy enough that you could still see the faint blue outline of her top through it.
Got to leave *something* to the imagination.
Tyler would be over soon and she was excited to be ready for him. More nervous excitement than she was comfortable with, though. The problem was that she usually liked to go over to
his
place. He lived a
normal
life. But her boyfriend was dying to swim with her on this beautiful sunny day. And Madison was the one with the pool at her house.
Or mansion, as it would typically be called.
It wasn't something she bragged about. In fact, it was something she preferred ignored. She didn't grow up rich. Her mom raised her alone and worked relentlessly to provide a decent home for her. It wasn't until Madison was in high school that her mother remarried. And she remarried
big
, as the neighbors would say. Her new stepfather was eminently successful and had no qualms about enjoying the luxuries in life.
Madison, however, was uncomfortable with any opulent display of wealth. She hadn't grown up with it. Hadn't ever really admired it. A daughter always admires her mother, and her mother
worked
for a living.
Saved
her money. So that's where
that
ethic came from. In short, Madison was a reserved, quiet,
normal
girl who by happenstance came into money that she didn't really care for. Sure, it may be hard to believe, but not
everyone
is spoiled.
She trotted downstairs to go to the kitchen and get some drinks ready. Her parents were out of town (on business together, that's how they met) and so she had the place to herself.
Mostly.
Her shoulders tensed and her mouth screwed into a little frown when she saw the refrigerator door already open.
As if sensing her arrival, it carelessly swung shut to reveal her…
co-habitant
… Amber.
"Hey sis," she said dismissively, turning away with a carton of yogurt.
Madison
hated
it when she said that. They were
step-
sisters. Completely different. There was no way
she
could be related to
her.
"Hi," she replied. "What are you doing here?"
Amber tilted back and rolled her eyes. "Oh I don't know, getting food maybe?" She was about to continue on her way when she noticed something. "Why, what's the problem… Wait a minute…" and suddenly there was that devilish little grin. That mocking
smirk
that Madison fucking
hated.
"What are you wearing there, young lady? Is that a
bikini?
Am I
high?"
Madison crossed her arms over her stomach.
Jesus, don't screw with me. Not today.
"Yeah, so what?"
"What's the occasion? Oh- wait-
please
let me guess. Could it be, hmm… your
booooyfriend?"
She said it in this sing-song voice, as condescending as humanly possible.
Amber was only twenty-one, just a few years Madison's senior. But ever since they moved in together, she would relentlessly patronize her little sister. They were, after all, in many ways polar opposites. Amber was just a little bit taller, a little bit leaner. She had long, straight dark hair that flowed down across her naturally slender shoulders. Madison kept her blond hair shorter, just curling to her neck.
Amber loved money. Loved shopping. Loved looking good. She was raised that way and she enjoyed it. If a shirt didn't show at least a little midriff, a little cleavage… Then what the fuck were you? A nun? So whenever Madison wore something remotely sexy, she would have a field day teasing her about it. Not that she wouldn't tease her about dressing boring either. Damned if you do
…
"Shut up," Madison retorted flatly and moved to the fridge, trying to brush off her irritation.
"Aw, don't be mean. I think it's
cute.
" Amber didn't need to be seen to know the sarcastic smile she wore. "I'm sure he'll like it. Boys like it when girls dress sexy for them. He's probably tired of only seeing
me
half-naked."
Madison's face boiled red. "Yeah, he probably
is
tired of seeing you. But it's hard not to notice when you parade around like a…" she cut herself short.
Amber's eyes narrowed, her lips parted as she took in a slow breath. "Like a
what.