I confess that since my sister and I (yeah, yeah - none of you ever believe anything, but whatever) have grown apart, I cannot help but sometimes, like today, imagine her with her new boyfriend. Getting her face stuffed, that jolting way she'd jerk her hips around, the way she'd stuff the sheets into her mouth when we were fooling around with people in the next room.
It's one thing to think about an ex - it's removed and sour, like remembering an old apartment that sucked but gave you good memories. But with her? I have to see her on holidays. I see her kissing on this guy at new years, knowing he's throat fucking her in the next room, trying to hide the muffled gags. I know she's slathering on baby lotion after the shower.
This was the second place we ever posted any of our stuff together, and it's been YEARS since we were hot and heavy - only little encounters here and there - but suddenly it's killing me.
Anyway, enjoy a walk down memory lane, on me.
