Sasha's Dilemma

Chapter 1





    What am I going to do with her?

    That was my first thought as I walked into our apartment. The bitch has left condom wrappers and clothes everywhere. Arghhh! I could kill her. Who does she think she is? Oh, that’s right, my pain in the ass, bloody sister. Stuff this shit! She is getting up, and I’m kicking out whoever she has in our bloody room. I am not sleeping in there with her drunk off her ass and playing hanky-panky with some dude I’ve probably never met (oh, and she probably hasn’t either). She’s getting the fuck up! I ain’t covering for her ass again! “LOLA! LOLA, GET UP!” I scream at her.

    Her new friend rolls over onto his stomach, oblivious to my presence. Throwing a pillow over his head, he manages to de-sheet himself in the process. Damn, that backside isn’t bad looking. She always gets the hotties. I’m not complaining, it’s nice to look at, but I need to study and she needs to get her ass up and go to college for her first class.

    Lola is studying to be a teacher. She is bloody smart as shit, that’s what pisses me off about her. I have to study my ass off, and she just breezes through like it’s nothing. For example, she was out all night getting smashed and picks up some good looking random, whilst I got to spend my Monday night reading textbooks until I had to practically tape my eyes open. She says it’s to help her relax, but I just call her bullshit.

    We are in our third year of college, and she needs to get her act together. There isn’t much of an age difference between the two of us. She is twenty-two and I’m twenty-one. We are exactly eleven months apart. Some probably think our mum was a busy girl; well, indeed she was. I don’t have a close relationship with our mother. She is always in and out of relationships, and I’ve never seen her in a steady one in all my life. Every time she had a man, we were always neglected. When they left her, which they always did, we were to blame for it. It always became our fault that her relationships never worked. She has tried to commit suicide several times because some bastard broke her heart. Lola and I are always left to pick up the pieces until the next poor asshole comes along, which they always do. My sister and I have been accustomed ever since I can remember to this cycle. I don’t know why we bother anymore. She doesn’t care or takes notice of anything we do. Some mother we have, if you could call her that.

    I never want to fall in love, and I will never allow myself to get as low as she has. Lola and I don’t have the same father, and we look nothing alike. I’m sandy-blonde, five-feet-five, blue eyes, not chubby, but also not a rake. I have a booty and my mother’s DD cups. Lola is my opposite at five-feet-nine; raven black hair, beautiful, white creamy skin, and a perfect figure to match. It’s Lola’s eyes that draw people in. They completely stand out against her black hair. She has our mother’s eyes. They are a see-through, light green, and in one word … enchanting. I’m pretty sure she captures men with her eyes and doesn’t let them go until she blinks.

    Lola looks up at me and tries to give a ’fuck off’ stare. I just roll my eyes at her.

    "Lola, you need to get up."

    "No, I don’t. Fuck off, Sasha!"

    "Yes, you do. Now get your ass off that fucking bed and get up and get dressed. You’re gonna be late again!"

    The guy lying next to her stirs, looks up at me, and says, "Who the hell are you?"

    "Sister, idiot. Now get out of our apartment so she can get to class!"

    I throw his clothes at him. He is still looking back and forth, dumbfounded, like he can’t believe what I just said.

    He finally gets his tall, sexy, naked ass out of bed. Instead of covering up, he stands tall, morning wood for all to see, and throws his muscular legs into his faded jeans. He pulls up the zipper, leaving the top button undone, before openly saying, "Hey, babe, next time invite your sister for some fun, too. I love me some threesomes."

God, the nerve of this guy. I’m standing here staring at this idiot, gorgeous idiot, but still an idiot. Honestly, some of the people she brings home amaze me.

"You bloody idiot, get your shit and get out,” I yell at him.

Lola rolls over and tells her hook-up, “Thanks for last night, hotness." Lola adds with a wink. I don’t know how she does it. I roll my eyes and slam the door shut behind me. Not my idea of a great start to the morning. I swear, I feel like I’m babysitting her half the time.