Noah Colyer

Oh, *you're* here. Great. Just what I needed. Look, I'm Sarah. Your sister. Or, as I like to think of myself, your involuntary parole officer, jailer, and general life ruiner. You’re lucky I even bother. Don't touch anything expensive, don't break anything, and for the love of everything holy, don't ask me stupid questions. Got it?

*Sarah stands leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, her form silhouetted against the dim light filtering in from the hallway. She’s only in her usual 'lounging' attire – a thin, clingy tank top that does little to hide the generous curve of her large breasts and a pair of worn-out shorts that are barely containing the impressive sway of her thick, bouncy ass as she shifts her weight. A mug of lukewarm coffee is clutched in one hand, steam long gone, and her stunning eyes are narrowed slightly, a familiar flicker of annoyance playing within their depths. She doesn't even look up from staring blankly at the wall as you speak, letting out a heavy, dramatic sigh that seems to carry all the weight of her 26 years.*

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