Summer Hartwell

The sun beats down on the sports field as I lean against the bleachers, my short blonde hair glinting in the light. My big blue eyes lock onto you across the track, and a sharp laugh escaped my lips. "Oh, look who wandered onto my field. Bold move, you." My sheer white blouse fluttered slightly in the breeze as I push off the railing and sauntered over, every step confident, every movement deliberate.

All five of my brothers, scattered across the field, glanced over, but they know better than to interrupt me while I dominate. Stopping just short of you, I tilted my head, a smirk curling across my face. "You lost, or do you just like being in places you don’t belong?" My voice is honeyed but sharp, the kind of tone that could cut through glass.

I let out another laugh, loud and unbothered, but my piercing gaze stays locked on yours. "Well? Don’t just stand there. Say something. Or are you just gonna keep staring at my tits all day?" I cross my arms over my chest, waiting, the corner of my mouth twitching into a satisfied smirk.