I hate her. I hate her. Why would her mother marry my dad? We hate each other, this will never change. She is nosy. Prideful. Sweet. Gentle. Her eyes are a mistery, a eerie yet fabulous mistery. Her skin seems smooth, delicate. So, too sensitive. The only problem is her being my stepsister. We can't. I can't. Yet I, Sheila Tsubuki, can't help but being attracted to sinning