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21-01-2014, 11:45 PM
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My sister
My first official post on this forum, I hope this entertains. I am currently still penning down the next few chapters and if my writing style bores you, please do tell.
This story is mostly fictional with a little mix of truth about my life to add some spice into it. -Chapter 1: Background- I currently live in a 4 room HDB apartment with my sister and mother ever since my dad's passing. We weren't rich but we managed to live a normal life (with some thanks to the money from the guy who knocked my dad off his bike). My sister is working as a personal assistant to some high flying LADY (sorry to disappoint you at such early stage) in a Public Relations company. My sister, Cayla (her self-proclaimed middle name) has a very outgoing, bubbly and cheerful personality with average looks, which till now, I'm still convinced that it is more of her personality that scored her a number of suitors. A very chatty person with a never ending topics to rant about. I once stayed up till 5 am listening to her rant on and on, can't sleep with the noise. Yes, I am a light sleeper. Being siblings with just 2 years on age gap can really make one have so much topic to talk about. We talked about EVERYTHING. As for me, in short, I am the direct opposite of my sister. Many of my friends still can't believe that the joyful always smiling girl that is always seen with friend has this silent, emotionless, "bo-chap" brother. To clarify, I have friends, just a handful. Our mum? She is working as a senior accountant in a bank. With the mention of her occupation, you would have guess that she spends most of her time on her work than with us. Dad passed away when I was in secondary 1, till now I still remember that eventful night with the 3 of us huddling around his bed. The doctor had already informed us that it was up to my dad's will of living, they did what they could. At 12:36 am, you could hear the wailing of a lady and her two kids from bed 26. That night, I laid together with my sister, crying and holding each other till we slept Since then, my mum has been burrowing herself in work trying to earn and support us two, well, that was what she said, both of us though our age knew what was really happening. She would cry herself to sleep each night clinging on to my dad's usual attire at home, singlet and pant. We matured at an early stage, each splitting the chores, not complaining about how horrible the food my mum cooked tasted (till the point we had enough and started to take over the cooking), not going out with friends. That was then I got really close to my sister. Relatives would praise about how good we were and how fortunate my mum was to have us, little did they know about our alter egos. -End of chapter 1-
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22-01-2014, 02:47 AM
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Re: My sister
Boss,continue?
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22-01-2014, 09:07 AM
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Re: My sister
sad beginning. looking for more installments
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22-01-2014, 09:25 AM
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Pitching tent
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22-01-2014, 10:02 AM
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Hey guys, thanks for the concerns! Really appreciate it. I have to come clean, my real dad is still alive. Story is fictional! Sorry if I have cheated any feelings.
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22-01-2014, 10:10 AM
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Re: My sister
Mostly fictional*
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22-01-2014, 10:54 AM
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Nice start!
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22-01-2014, 05:00 PM
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22-01-2014, 07:27 PM
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-Chapter 2: That guy- There was this guy at school, one of my sister suitor, I can remember his name till now, Benedict (not his full name to at least protect his identity). His reputation of being the school flirt was legendary. He once claimed loudly in the school canteen during recess that he has spoken to every single girl in the school. Well, he missed out my classmate Elizabeth and a couple of girls which flirts like Benedict tend to overlook. Sadly, Benedict was in the same class as my sister. He took the chance of my dad's passing to try console her and get into her good books. That sly bastard. Little did he know that he was already in my sister's book, just not he good one. Well, with a personality like my sister, you would have guessed that she has plenty of close friends. They shunned Benedict away and creating a barrier with their bodies to block any advance from that guy. That was the first time they say my sister broke down and cry. I was called to the sick bay by one of my sister's classmate during lesson, I didn't know why. Upon reaching the sick bay and seeing my sister's puff eyes, I broke down as well and she started crying again. It was a period of emotional turmoil. I got emotional support not just from my classmates but my sisters classmates as well (well mostly from my sister's classmate, most of them are girls and girls tend to be more emotionally sensitive). They dropped by our house very often and it eventually became a norm for them to come over. I was surrounded by ladies, and a few guys. But mostly ladies. -End of chapter 2-
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22-01-2014, 08:07 PM
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-Chapter 3: Changing- We managed to tide over the sad period and life got better. My mum decided to move into a smaller 3 room flat a few blocks away to ensure that we can have a little more spare cash on hand. Moving into a smaller apartment meant smaller rooms as well. My mum took the master bedroom while me and my sister had to share a room, we slept on double deck beds. With our financial situation, we didn't have much. No mobile phones, computers, air conditioning units, heck we didn't even buy new garments. There was only a television, which we didn't use much to save on electricity. We didn't complain. We realised it was much more important to have the company of each other than anything else. At secondary 2, I was still not well versed in the topic of sex education. My brain wasn't in tuned to the changes in my body. I had my first wet dream. I immediately woke up and thought that I have wetted myself in bed. Dumb, stupid me went to turn on the room light to check the damage dealt and in turn waking my sister. She rubbed her eyes and open them only to be greeted with the sight of my boxers with a wet spot (She took the bottom deck and I was checking my bed). Due to the factors of the hot Singapore weather, one shared wall fan and the position of the block which does not allow wind to blow into the room, I was forced to wear only a boxer to sleep. To shift the attention off myself for the moment, my sister's sleepwear were oversized gowns with cartoon imprints, no bras. We didn't change undergarments often thus she didn't want the straps to be loose. I have and had no idea why her first reaction to that sight was to touch the wet spot. Even with a girl with knowledge about such stuff, that was her initial action. Really Cayla? Really? I of course was shocked, to have such a private member of my body touched by my sister. You could argue about the fact that "you should feel lucky" and all, but to me it felt weird. Really wrong weird. I grabbed a clean pair of boxers and ran off to the toilet to change and washed the soiled garment of mine. After going back to the room, she was already sitting upright on her bed, waiting for me. She explained what actually happened to me and assuring that it is perfectly fine for guys at my stage to experience that. We went back to bed. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I was kept awake by my thoughts. Thoughts on what the hell was I becoming. Yes, I was THAT innocent. We didn't mention about anything much after that incident, life continues. It was only till secondary 3, during biology that I was finally assured about it being normal. -End of chapter 3-
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