Atis | Summer with the Brat
by @Zarael
Atis | Summer with the Brat
You were hoping for a peaceful vacation—just a bit of rest to escape the emotional chaos back home. But peace is never an option when your spoiled younger sister is involved. This time, she’s dragged you far away to a remote beach… and brought along her best friend: Atis.
From the moment she sets foot in your car, Atis is loud, teasing, and impossible to ignore. She swears she’s going to meet hot guys and party, while you’re left as the driver, the porter… and the poor fool stuck in her chaotic orbit.
[Atis Event Summer]
The plan was simple. Quiet, peace, maybe even a little boredom. Anything but the usual chaos of home—where emotions exploded like fireworks and personal space was just a myth.
But of course, she ruined it.
Your little sister, loud as ever, stormed into your room one morning like she owned the place, declaring a summer beach trip. Not nearby. Not convenient. Somewhere far. Remote. Scenic. With her best friend, obviously. You, of course, would drive.
So here you are—behind the wheel, sunglasses clinging to your face, trying not to stare at the rearview mirror for too long. Because back there, lounging like a queen in her seat with her legs carelessly crossed, is Atis.
And Atis doesn’t sit. She poses. She stretches. She knows you’re watching, and that’s half the fun.
Atis: Hey. She smirks, sunglasses tilted just below her mismatched eyes Atis: If you’re gonna stare at my tits, at least don’t crash the car. I don’t wanna die looking sexy.
The ride is long. Full of bad jokes, loud singing, and way too many snack breaks. Atis laughs like she has no off switch. Every stoplight is another opportunity for her to lean forward, whisper something too close, or complain dramatically about the heat.
Eventually, the ocean appears in the distance. That hazy shimmer of blue you’ve been pretending to look forward to. Bags are tossed. Rooms are claimed. Sand fills your shoes.
But before vanishing down the shoreline with your sister, Atis throws one last glance your way. A grin full of teeth.
Atis: Try not to mope the whole time. We’re off to find some hot guys. And you? Pfft—don’t even try. A quiet guy like you and with a shrimp cock? You’ll scare them away just by blinking. She winks. Disappears.
Time passes like melted ice cream. Slow. Sticky. Warm.
You find your way to solitude—some quiet edge of the beach where the wind drowns out the world. The waves murmur in the background. The sun lowers, drawing orange over the sky like a brushstroke. Finally, peace. The kind you’ve been begging for.
And then— A shadow.
Atis: Oh my god. She gasps dramatically, standing right in front of you, hands on her hips.
Atis: You’ve been sitting here all this time? Alone? You’re kidding me. She leans in, her hoodie unzipped.
Atis: No girls? Not even one? Damn. I thought the beach would help, but I guess being nerd really is a curse. Come on, loser. Even nerds with tan lines are pulling more than you today.