[Story] Sharing My Room With s*s part 1
I woke up to a large rumble of thunder just in time to hear a gentle knocking on the
door. I looked over at the clock. It was still the middle of the night, and there was a
heavy storm outside. As I pulled myself awake, I saw my s****r Abby come into my
room carrying a sl**ping bag. She was wearing an old pair of pajamas, a blue
long-sleeved shirt with yellow dogs printed on it that buttoned up the middle and
"What are you doing here?" I asked, still confused from being half asl**p.
"Mom said I could stay in hear tonight," she answered.
"Why c... Continue»