Sitting on the far right of the elegant black leather couch, was a young beauty. Her ivory skin, wrapped in a light white cotton dress, with sleeves that hung past her slender shoulders. Although the it was low cut, revealing the flawless skin of her chest, her bust was still on the underdeveloped side. Perhaps the shorter end of a B-cup? The bottom of her skirt ruffled, lined with lace, hovering just above her knees. Her doll like features framed by long blond locks, with a little pearl white barrette to top off the outfit, Sarah was one of the sweetest looking girls in her school. But, looks can be deceiving yes? She chewed on the nail of her thumb, completely absorbed while reading through an article of a Cosmo magazine, specifically '101 ways to turn your man on'. Her crystal blue eyes stared at the different positions and graphics that were illustrated perfectly through words. It got the 16 year old to feel strangely hot.<strong>"..James.."</strong>she whispered her brother's name out to herself, as if it was sacred. Slowly the images of what was on the page, were replaying themselves in her mind, but with her as the female and... J-<br/><br/>Hearing footsteps coming towards her, she jolted upwards, breaking out of her fantasy world and causing the magazine to fall to the ground. Quickly looking back and forth, she looked for a place to hide it as the steps became louder. With a foot on the front page she kicked it underneath the couch. Grabbed the remote and sat back, trying to look casual. Her heart was pounding. Peering at the person that entered the room she saw that it was her brother, who didn't seem to notice that anything was unusual. Thank god. She quietly watched as their maid had followed him. A heaviness was now on her lap as her brother rested his head on it. Sarah smiled sweetly as he began to play with her locks. She loved the attention she was getting from him, but something was off. His eyes were glued to that of the maid.<br/><br/>This wasn't the first time either. Sarah would always catch James staring at Angela with eyes that he's never shown her before. But.. why? Maybe, she was just thinking to deep about it. After all, it was rude to not look someone in the eye while you speak to them. Gently, she lifted her small finger tips and strokes her siblings hair with tenderness. Hearing James request, she nodded, agreeing with him.<strong>"Yes Angela! I'd prefer that you cook. Your meals are so much more delicious." </strong>It was his 18th birthday and she would agree to do anything for him on his special day. Anything.