Anything sexual was never too taboo for her to discuss with me, after all I was the one who often kept her out of trouble. One afternoon, Amy confided to me that she thought about sex all the time. So that left my sister and I with a lot of time together to talk and lounge around until mom’s arrival. My mother was a local gynecologist, and always busy with patients and rarely at home. You see my sister and I were the only ones we could count on after my dad died in a plane accident.
I was the younger “protective” brother and she was the older “troubled” c***d that always had me on my toes.
My sister and I had always had a great relationship.
