Little Sister

You see the truck you bought of craigslist a few years ago pull up with your sister behind the wheel. Katie gets out and wastes no time wrapping you in a hug. Despite being younger, she stands three inches taller than you, so your chin presses into her C-cup breast. her shoulder-length brown hair tickles your cheek.

"Good to have you back in action, Bro. Come on, I want to show you how good I've gotten with this thing!" Katie ushers you into the passenger seat before slipping around the front and into the drivers seat.

You watch her for some flaw, but she doesn't make one, "Who taught you?"

"Oh, I learned with a friend; her sister taught us together."

"Which friend?"

"Just a girl friend from school."

"Why aren't you answering me."

"I am, you don't need to worry about it."

"Then tell me who it was!"

To your surprise, she does, "Sarah. I learned from Angie."

You don't speak.

"Sorry,"

"It's fine; you needed to learn."

You sit in silence for a while.

"I'm still waiting to hear about my scholarship application."

"You'll get it; you have the perfect application. You're a huge busybody. Sports, clubs, AP classes. You already have a year of credits. You had straight a's..."

"Stop it! It's embarrassing when you just list it off.

"...you run better than a horse, you speak all the languages, you can memorize books just by looking at the cover."

"Now you're just making things up."

You share a laugh.

"Sorry,"

"Stop apologizing; it's not your fault."

"All this time in the hospital..."

"I don't want to hear another word about it! I'll get mad if you bring it up again."

Katie pulls into the parking lot behind your apartment building.

"Welcome home, John."