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.