My sister was drunk. She always got like that when she drank. Her inhibitions disappeared and she became someone else, someone more fun, less serious. That night, she joked about her pussy. Said it was the most beautiful thing in the world. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her, even though I knew it wasn’t true. But then she said something that caught me off guard.
“I wish you could see it,” she slurred, “it’s so pretty.”
I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to see my sister’s pussy but the other part of me was scared. What if it wasn’t as pretty as she thought? What if I didn’t like it