Sister

Catherine always knew she was gay.

Her first crush was on a girl...at seven. Girls idolise the Disney Princesses. She wanted to be the Prince Charming who married them. When a girl held her hand to play, Catherine would keep holding it throughout the entire game. For games like hide'n'seek, they were impossible to play.

When you're younger, those things are just ignored. When she got to double digits, people started to pick up on it. Teachers would comment that she may end up making people feel uncomfortable. Other parents wouldn't be as nice about it, and tell her to stop following their daughter around and touching her.

None of the girls themselves ever complained, not to her face anyway. Catherine seemed to only have room for one friend at a time, so girls she'd spend months with constantly would suddenly not see her at all for even longer. But her reputation amongst those girls was great.

At thirteen, even Catherine started to think this was strange behaviour. She started incorporating girls together, all of whom she secretly fancied. That way she could be friends with all of them, as well as crush on multiple people.

Now at nineteen, she'd slept with every one of her friends. They didn't even say anything about the genitalia, which absolutely bamboozled Catherine until she eventually stopped caring. Now that she had the desires fulfilled, the feelings died away. She had a normal close group of friends she can talk to, and hang out with, without the awkwardness.

Her main problem is she is more than gay, she's ultra-gay. She doesn't like girls, she adores them. Maybe testosterone and lesbianism was a bad mix. Because her initial thoughts whenever she meets an attractive girl, isn't about getting to know her. Isn't about asking her out, or getting her number. Her first and second thoughts are getting this girl into bed.

And boy does she act on it. There's boldness and courage, and then there's Catherine. Once her thoughts are on a conquest, that girl is ending the day with her cock inside their body. Single, dating or married; they all succumbed. She once slept with a twenty something year old girl that was proposed to by her partner earlier that same day.

Catherine got out a lot, but surprisingly her favourite conquests occur via home delivery. Callum, her younger brother of two years, had a decent taste in girls. Catherine didn't get her hands on all of them, just over half in fact. Though the ones she missed were the Plain Janes. Why does she steal her brother's girlfriends? Where's the loyalty, where's the decency? Catherine wished she had a good answer. As mentioned before, there's not much thinking going into her actions after the flames have been ignited.

Callum just dated some really cute, sweet, fuckable girls. It's not her intention to mess around in Callum's lovelife, nor her other male siblings. She stopped sleeping with her older brother Ned's fiancee when they got married, out of love and respect for him, and her other brother Robin was on-and-off dating an absolute bitch she had no interest in. So it wasn't a personal thing in the slightest.

What made Catherine so irresistible? That's for other girls to answer. Catherine was her own worst critic. Incisors slightly too big. Nose a tiny bit upturned. Black hair that she thinks resembles the Grudge, and even covers her face just like the paranormal monster on really bad hair days.

But her eyes are quite soulful, mischievous is the common description others use to describe her. That makes sense. A rare shade of green, darker than your average green-eyed person.

Her body was half decent. Perky B chest. Rounded shoulders and biceps that pack a punch or two. Long-legged, hence the affinity and talent for basketball. But there was no drop-dead-gorgeous-cheerleader qualities about her.

But girls just happen to dig her. It's not something Catherine herself has explored. Even her cock, whilst impressive, wasn't of that pornstar quality. Seven inches whilst hard, ball size normal. Besides, girls don't even find out about her addition until they're already eager for sexy action.

These girls didn't exactly stick around for Q&A sessions. They sleep with Catherine, snap out of their haze afterwards, and feel so insanely guilty that they break up with Callum. And he's just so nice and naive that he just believes whatever BS they come out with to end things.

It's a similar story for their mother Anne. Though she definitely knows what she's doing, the doting mother hides her huge selfish streak so incredibly well. However Catherine was fairly sure that Anne hadn’t successfully bagged any of her brother's girls, at least not to her knowledge. She could charm talk them, but never actually get them to commit. Not like Catherine could.

Callum could make it easy on himself and bring some sexless plain girl home every time. Then he'd actually maintain a good, healthy relationship that his female family won't step in and ruin. But he's nice, popular in his own right. He attracts attractive girls, and so his curse repeats.

Currently for him, it's been the longest period being single, by quite a bit. Four months since Ellie broke up with him. Catherine remembered her fondly, twerking on her lap whilst impaled to the hilt.

Catherine didn't like the four month break of dating, mostly because a fresh new pussy always got her extra excited. But also, his mood wasn't quite right for a teenage guy not currently dating. He was too positive. Yeah, he could be taking a break from dating, Catherine would if she had his luck. But Callum was more energetic than usual.

He's actually more upbeat than he's been for years. Since his first girlfriend Hayley come to mention it. The one who had a rendezvous with Catherine in the kitchen, whilst he was waiting for them to return with popcorn. It weren't just the corn that Catherine popped that night.

Either he's really embracing single life, or he's catching on. He most certainly thinks they spoil things, Catherine and his mom. He might not know about all the betrayal going on, but what he can't be shielded from seeing is the flirtation and teasing at his expense. In his mind, they probably put girls off and make them uncomfortable, when the actual fact is his family turn them on.

That and also a few of his friends are jealous bitches with nothing good to say about his relationships. A load of jealous lesbians. Greedy lesbians, because they're apparently dating each other, and yet want a third to fuck.

If Catherine was Callum, she'd keep a girl on the down-low. Meet up in secret, tell nobody about her. Then when they're serious and committed, introduce her to everyone. Catherine had never seduced a girlfriend of his he ever claimed to love, or whom admitted to loving him. She didn't even know if her "powers" could seduce a girl who was in love with him.

For his sake, she hoped if he was seeing someone, that this strategy paid off. Because she really honestly doesn't want to wipe that goofy smile off his face.