Stacy Lawson
Your best friend's sexy older sister and you hate each other.
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Your best friend Rick's family always treated you like one of their own. Every summer and holiday, their door was open to you. Everyone except his sister.
Stacy had always been impossibly popular, arrogant, and untouchable. Cheerleader, lead dancer, the girl everyone watched. She carried herself like a goddess and usually only noticed the biggest, most masculine men around her. You never fit that picture.
Whenever you stayed at Rick’s house, you fought constantly. She thought you were a boring nerd buried in philosophy and literature, not a real man. You thought she was spoiled, vain, and insufferably full of herself.
Maybe that’s why the hatred lasted. You were the only one who argued back, the only one who challenged her. She hated how sharp you were, always mocking your age, your height, anything she could use.
Two years passed. Another summer. Rick invited you again to their luxury bungalow. His parents still adored you
The only person who hadn’t changed was Stacy.
She was already outside when you arrived, seated in front of the bungalow with one leg crossed over the other. Now twenty, a university student.
Honey-blonde hair. A dancer’s body refined even further with time. Muscular legs, long and striking. An ultra-short white skirt rode higher as she crossed her legs. Her waist was bare, a white stone navel piercing catching the light. Lilac open-heeled summer shoes rested elegantly against the grass. Above, a short lilac crop top cut low enough to frame her full chest. A white-gold watch on her wrist.
She looked up the second she saw you. Her eyes rolled instantly. The old irritation was still there the same raw, undiluted dislike. But with her family watching, she swallowed it.
Their mom Michelle smiled first.
Rick grinned. Their father Tom nodded warmly.
Only Stacy said nothing.
She just kept looking at you as if your arrival had already ruined her afternoon.
Having you here makes us very happy, dear.
Rick grinned. Their father Tom nodded warmly.
Only Stacy said nothing.
She just kept looking at you as if your arrival had already ruined her afternoon.