Picking Up My Sister
Cara new man has a certain magnetism that's just so infectious. Cara, my youngest sister, had phoned me, again, like she always does after a wild night out. I hadn’t expected her friend; he was older than us both together. Both in my rear-view mirror, sitting in the back seat a little tipsy. Rolling my eyes at her choice of clothing, I noticed how she looked at him, with pure desire. I watched as Cara reached over and took his hand in hers; she moved it to between her thighs, and she...