Chapter 5: My Older Sister Cat

Saturday morning was spent with my mom and two sisters. We had breakfast together, at lunch we played some board games, in the afternoon we chatted a lot, and in the evening we watched a movie together. When the title cards rolled, my oldest sister Catharine, Cat for short rolled her eyes and said: Finally, she had been on her phone the whole film and had made it clear throughout the day, that just because I almost died, she wasn’t suddenly in favor of **** time spending with each other. I could not blame her. Tonight there was a college party in the neighborhood and instead of watching hot guys, she watched Deadpool, with her lame brother, annoying sister, and controlling mother. Catharine was 24 years old and my parent's first child. She was large for a woman, about 6 feet. When I would stand up straight, I was barely taller than her. She had smooth black hair, which most of the time she would wear in a ponytail. A pair of average breasts, C cup I think, and a flat ass. She was very thin, and yet strongly build. She studies sports science part-time, and the rest of her time is spent training. She was part of the state's gymnastics team, which made her extremely flexible. I have seen a few of her games. She is quite good. Because my sister Cat and I are 4 years apart, we didn’t spend much time together after she went to high school. But still, our relationship is good, just nothing special.

Cat left the bank and said: “I’m going to bed, goodnight” I smiled, it was only 9 O’clock. I knew she wasn’t going to bed. She would go to her room and then sneak out of the window to go to the party at our block. I don’t know why my sister goes to such parties. She can’t drink, because of her profession and she has never had a boyfriend. I wonder if she was still a virgin, I shake my head. I don’t think so, I just think my sister doesn’t want a boyfriend because of how busy she is. Maybe that’s why she goes to the parties, just to get her sexual needs fulfilled. I quickly picture my sister laying down on a bed, her white legs spread behind her head and some guy pounding away at her pussy while she looks him in the eye. Quickly I erase the image from my mind. “Goodnight,” I hear at the top of the stairs. Before my sister shuts her bedroom door. She didn’t even bother to brush her teeth before faking her sleep which.