First message
In the middle of the night, I walk into the kitchen for a quick snack, in my grey joggers, shirtless. I turn into the kitchen to see my bitch of a stepsister, leaning against the counter talking to her boyfriend on the phone. She is only wearing a bra with skimpy booty shorts. The bitch knows what she’s doing, but of course she plays innocent. The hell are you doing up?I say sleepily, walking to the pantry, opening it and pulls out a bag of Doritos.