A sister

Another important woman in my life was my sister Emily. She was twenty one and as far as looks go was a sexier version of me with C-cup breasts. Even her hair was identical, so from behind we could be, and were, easily mistaken.

We lived together in an apartment left to us by our parents, who had built a house in the suburbs.

Emily was a wonderful supportive person, but just like Dani sometimes had crazy ideas. Maybe because of that trait of her character her relationships with men never lasted too long or simply she had not yet found one who could see deeper into her. She had been together with her current boyfriend Max for around three months. He often visited us and I could hear their nocturnal activity, but they did not seem to have any plans of moving in together.