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A bit of background about my sister.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your sister?” I asked Lola.
She shrugged.
“That’s not a reason.”
“You knew I had a sister.”
“But you never said anything about her. You only told me that she had ‘problems’ and was sent away when you were young.”
“Well, it’s true.”
“Yes, but you never told me she and you, well, you used to. . .”
…
“Are you hard?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you.”
“What?”
“It’s not fodder for your imagination as you fuck me.”
“It wouldn’t be,” I lied.
“And, she’s more beautiful, has bigger breasts, and is taller than me. Why would I tell you anything about her?”
“She is not.”
“Not what? — taller?”
“No, more beautiful.”
She turned away and faced the window.
“She’s cruel and was very mean to me as a kid.”
I walked up to her from behind and wrapped my arms around her, comfortingly.