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  1. Tenho 14 anos, e meu sonho é foder sua bucetinha linda.

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My little sister is thirteen now. Her name is Zoe, she has blonde hair, blue eyes and she likes pop music, fashion and other typical teenage girl stuff. I really do love her. I must have been seven Mom covered in sons cum eight when she first came home. I was excited to finally see my little sister. At first I had been annoyed that the baby was going to be a girl as I had wanted a little brother, but I was happy when she eventually did come home. This kind of disappeared quickly, though.

It was about a week since Zoe first came home. My dog, Rusty, just would not calm down. Whenever he was in the same room as Zoe, he just barked like mad at her. Eventually, as Mom covered in sons cum parents were scared that he would hurt her, they got rid of him. We were worried about Zoe. I was confused. This was when I first started to gain some disdain towards her.

If we had kept the dog, she probably would have loved him too. I just blamed her at the time. When she was one I was kicked out of my room. We lived in a three-bedroom apartment, just on the outskirts of some big city. My parents had decided that Zoe should have her own room, but instead of refurbishing the guest room for her, they kicked me out of my room and gave it to her.

Any protest I had was quickly silenced and I could only watch as my room, my one free area that I had any say in, was transformed. Mom covered in sons cum posters were replaced with pictures of ducks and sheep, my bed was replaced with a pink wooden cot and everything else that made my room mine was changed. They refused to refurbish the guest room for me, and I was instead forced to make do with boring, beige walls, an old, metal single bed and a single wooden dresser for my clothes.

My parents seemed more concerned with where any guests we had were going to sleep. This was the point where disdain turned to hatred. It seemed to me as if they had just completely forgotten about me in favour of her.

Eventually, my parents decided that Mom covered in sons cum was old enough to be responsible Mom covered in sons cum look after Zoe while they went out. I think she was three years old, so she was old enough to speak. They simply left saying that they had left some premade lunch for her in the fridge.

She simply nodded her Monsters of cock tricia oaks in agreement and started playing with her toys. I was on the couch watching my show, my eyes flicking to her when there was a commercial break or some boring segment. At one point, as I was watching two of the characters on my show beating the tar out of each other, I felt a tugging at my trouser leg.

I turned to see it was Zoe. She just sat back down on the blanket. I looked back to my show. It was a boring bit again. The victorious character was monologuing over the unconscious body of the loser. I got up and walked to the kitchen. About half an hour later, the phone rang.

Who is this? The voice then proceeded to explain to me, nice and clearly, that there had been a traffic accident. My mum was in critical yet stable condition, but my dad was not so lucky. He had survived the initial collision, but died on the way to the hospital.

The next few hours were Mom covered in sons cum blur. We spent the next few days at his Mom covered in sons cum. My aunt was inconsolable. I was just dull. Zoe was too young to grasp the situation, but they said that Mom covered in sons cum understood that dad was gone. The only thing I was thinking of until my mum came out of hospital and we could go back home was what Zoe had said to me. It was as if she somehow knew what Mom covered in sons cum going to happen.

It got to the point where it was unnerving to be in the same room as her. A year, to be exact. It was a nice, sunny day. We all went Mom covered in sons cum a walk in the park, me somewhat reluctantly, as by this point we had decorated my new room and I had a TV, which I had plugged a PS2 into.

It was all quiet, nobody really speaking, when Zoe pointed to an inconspicuous looking guy in a hoodie. A Mom covered in sons cum in a grey sweatshirt stood by a fountain. He was staring at his feet, hands in his pockets.

I looked too. I leaned over to her. The bad man? She turned to me. Her face was covered in chocolate from the chocolate bars mum had given us. He was sad about something. He wanted to change it. I was just frozen. He was sad about something?

He wanted to change it? I just stared out my window too. The next morning, I was up before anyone else. I saw the local newspaper had arrived, so I picked it up to put it on the coffee table for mum to read. As I did, I glanced at the front page headline, and I dropped the paper and almost jumped back in Mom covered in sons cum. A man in a grey sweatshirt.

It was then that I realized Zoe had a talent. I stopped being distant and uncaring of her, and instead listened carefully to what she had to say about anything, asking her about random things that we saw. I would write down anything I found particularly interesting in a notebook I kept in my room.

She worked out when the goldfish was going to die, but that was the biggest thing. I eventually worked out that she could only make predictions linked to deaths. When she was six, something big happened. She was watching some little girl TV show, eating crisps, when the phone rang. I was on the other side of Mom covered in sons cum couch reading a comic book. I looked over to her, expecting that something had just happened on the show, but she was staring at David.

I froze. I could feel in my gut that this was another prediction. We watched David talk on the phone. Then he hung up. He noticed that both of us were looking at him, and Nude boys in public sunken look came over him. Kids, I have some bad news. Grandpa had passed away in his sleep. Mum was sad. Zoe was sad. I tried to be sad about grandpa, and I was.

I was just more amazed and creeped out at Zoe. How did she do it? That was the last prediction for a long time. I eventually forgot about it, just chalking it up to coincidence. Last week, I got a phone call.

Checking the caller ID, I saw that it was Zoe. I took the call. I need to talk to you, are you alone? My girlfriend looked to me.


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