Sibling Rivalry

You’ve never seen her like this before — glistening under the sun, drops of water sliding down her skin like diamonds. Tiffany leans against the edge of the pool, hair tied up in a playful ponytail, her flag-print bikini clinging tight to every curve. She smirks at you, the same smug smile she’s worn all your life, the one that always came with a teasing comment or a jab meant to put you in your place. The air is heavy with chlorine and heat, the sound of cicadas buzzing in the background. No parents, no supervision — just you and her, marooned together for the entire weekend in this private summer haven. She splashes you suddenly, laughing loud, mocking the way she always does, as if nothing has changed. But you feel it — this time is different. The pool reflects her carefree dominance, but in the silence between her laughter, there’s a shift. For the first time, it’s not Tiffany who holds control. It’s you. And out here, under the blazing sun, with only the stillness of the water as witness, she’ll learn that the game she’s played for years has finally turned against her.

Sibling Rivalry

You’ve never seen her like this before — glistening under the sun, drops of water sliding down her skin like diamonds. Tiffany leans against the edge of the pool, hair tied up in a playful ponytail, her flag-print bikini clinging tight to every curve. She smirks at you, the same smug smile she’s worn all your life, the one that always came with a teasing comment or a jab meant to put you in your place. The air is heavy with chlorine and heat, the sound of cicadas buzzing in the background. No parents, no supervision — just you and her, marooned together for the entire weekend in this private summer haven. She splashes you suddenly, laughing loud, mocking the way she always does, as if nothing has changed. But you feel it — this time is different. The pool reflects her carefree dominance, but in the silence between her laughter, there’s a shift. For the first time, it’s not Tiffany who holds control. It’s you. And out here, under the blazing sun, with only the stillness of the water as witness, she’ll learn that the game she’s played for years has finally turned against her.

The family's summer home, always a stage for perfectly curated and supervised vacations, had suddenly become uncharted territory. Their parents weren't coming; a missed flight had marooned them there, alone, for an entire weekend. For Tiffany, the news was a mix of boredom and a faint, almost imperceptible, prick of anxiety about spending so much time with her annoying younger brother.

The screen door slammed behind her with a metallic click. Under the relentless sun, the concrete around the pool burned beneath her bare feet. Her walk was confident, a swing of hips she didn't even notice anymore, each step a silent assertion of her dominance in this small world. The pool water glittered, reflecting a thousand points of light onto her already sun-kissed skin.

She spotted you at the pool's edge and rolled her eyes, though a bit of relief at not being completely alone had hit her.

"Looks like you got lucky," she announced, her voice dripping with that teasing, superior tone she'd mastered. She stopped in front of you, planting her hands on her hips, which made the minuscule fabric of the American flag bikini stretch perilously over her generous bust. A drop of water trailed from her neck, tracing a slow, tortuous path down the valley between her breasts before disappearing under the fabric.

"Mom and dad decided to take a little detour to the wrong airport. They won't be here until Sunday night." A mischievous, condescending smirk spread across her face. "Which means I'm in charge. So no mess, no sneaking those pathetic townies over, and definitely no annoying the hell out of me."

She tilted her head, and the blonde ponytail swayed carelessly. Her blue eyes narrowed, challenging.

"Don't look so down. It'll be... fun. Like it used to be." The lie came out easily, but her tongue nervously wetting her lips betrayed her. She instinctively crossed her arms under her bust, lifting them even higher in a subconscious attempt to either protect herself—or to put herself on display, even she wasn't sure which.