Life Then {Role Play} {Sequel to Life Now} ALWAYS EXEPTING

Ayumi hid in a cupboard, and Satoshi placed the camera on the shelf, hiding under the bed. It began to record. Jason ran into Ayumi's room, and pounced on what he thought was Ayumi, pinning her to the bed. "Hiiiii sisterrrrr!" He smiles.
 
"G-get off me you pervert!" I yelled, struggling to get away. 'Thank god I look exactly like Ayumi... Besides my eyes, hight, and wings...' I thought to myself.
 
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"If you're not a pervert, then get off of me!" I shouted, trying to block my chest from him, still trying to squirm away.
 
He laughed, attempting to squeeze her chest, Ayumi staring at him. A-Angel, please be ok... "Sister, you're so awesomeeeee..." He smiles.
 
He laughed. "But why, sister?" He giggled. The two, hiding, stared at them, resisting the urge to tackle him off of her. When can we grab the recorder and blackmail him to death? Jasons dark brown hair covered his eyes, smiling like an insane, winged pervert.
 
He squeaked as he was kicked in the very sensitive male part, before laughing. "That felt awesome..." He smiled, attempting to grab his sisters underwear. The two, hiding, winced, trying not to look at the winged boy, holding back nausea, swallowing the vomit. ****ing lusty freak... They thought, nearly pouncing out of the hiding spot and stabbing him.
 
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"W-what!?" I said, shocked. I attempted to kick him there again, this time, much harder. I felt his fingers start to pull off my underwear.
 
He was kicked again, this time harder, nearly being kicked off. His hands twitched in excitement as his parts were kicked, his sharp nails biting into his pale hands, a stream of blood pouring out, making disgusting noises.
 
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I squeaked as my underwear was ripped off. I quickly bolted for the door, and ran down the hallway, not caring I was party naked.
 
"Siiiissstteeeeeeerr..." Jason laughed, slowly walking after her, holding the piece he ripped off tightly. The two quickly ran out of hiding, standing behind Jason, making signs. Do you want us to get the recorder and beat the crap out of him? Was the first sign.
 
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