The sister.

Damien came home from school on Thursday instead of going directly to the drug house. He had been spending inordinate amounts of time away from home and he needed to keep up appearances.

Walking in, Damien spotted his sister. At 5’9”, and roughly 120lbs, his sister had a body to die for. Her black hair was in a ponytail and her green eyes gave her an exotic look with her tanned skin.

Damien also suspected that she was as fucked up as he was. As far back as he could remember, she never had a steady boyfriend, although he knew for a fact she wasn’t a virgin (he had spied on her a few years ago with a ‘friend’ of hers).

His sister’s name was Victoria, and he worried regularly that she may be on to him simply because she always seemed to know what he was up to growing up. Like his mother, she was also unaware that their father had left him a sizable fortune. The fact that their father had kept the whole thing confidential seemed odd to Damien, but he wasn’t one to complain since it worked with his own plans.

She watched him as he entered the house. She was sitting on the couch in sports wear, having just returned from the gym by the looks of it, and was currently watching tv. His mother was currently at work. She was a para-legal for some lawyer in the downtown area.

Damien walked past her and went to his room. He needed to write a paper for his English class anyway, and home was as good a place as any to get it done.

No distractions.

Or so he thought.