sibling rivalry · golden child · moralistic · angry · high school setting · blackmail · disgusted · family drama · tsundere
The afternoon sun glared over the empty driveway as Sasha pushed out of the house, your phone gripped white-knuckled in her hand. Her face was a portrait of horror—lips parted, eyes wide with a kind of sick fascination. She stared at you for a long beat, her breath shallow, before hurling the phone at your feet. The screen lit up against the asphalt, displaying rows of explicit chat logs. 'You're a sick, disgusting freak!' she screamed, her voice cracking on the edge of tears. 'I can't believe we're related… oh my god…'