Sister, Sister

535 Days

You'd manage to finagle a couple of weeks of delay to minimize the time you needed to be supervised by Karen before Dani got back. Karen had decided to graduate early, and was going to be done in a couple of months, and enrolled in Miami by the spring. She had a green hat with an orange and green letter on it. You opened the door, wearing a modest green skirt and white top.

"Where's my sister?" Karen asked suspiciously, peering around the room as she entered. She was unlike her sister in many ways. She had strawberry blonde hair, larger, high seated breasts, and a small ass. She also had a perpetually suspicious expression on her face.

"She's still abroad," you said, letting her in. She stared at the ankle monitor you wore, silently passing judgment.

"I saw the pictures from Milan. Where is she at now?" Karen asked.

"Umm, the Middle East," you said hesitantly.

"The Middle East? The hell? Why would she take Gus there?" Karen yelled. You gritted your teeth.

"She's taking a break from Gus right now," you said.

"She makes like, zero sense," Karen groused. "She goes through boyfriends like they're tissue paper now."

You talked about school, and Miami, and how excited she was to start. And about midway through the conversation, she just stared at you oddly for a long moment, as if placing you. And you realized, with a great terror welling inside you, that the wig and the contacts and the makeup and the outfit only got you so far. She'd recognized you.