This is intended to be another lesbian Romance. Not exactly sure where it's going from here though. I'm really working hard here to create a character that is reacting to a situation that she finds herself in. I really don't want her to come across as a total man-hating bitch, but not really sure that I succeeded. Please try to read it with the understanding that she really does not hate men, and actually does like them as friends, but that she is kind of forced into her situation. Also, don't get too hung up on the treatment of the guys in this chapter. There may be a few surprises yet to come (or is it cum?)
This is the story of another cousin of GTO and Linda. She is not mentioned in any of the other stories, but Gail, Robin and Linda will be making appearances.
This is fiction, people! As in, NOT REAL. All characters having sex are over 18. OK, Legal bullshit: Fiction, not real, everyone over 18, don't bother with comments on spelling or grammar, I read stories here too, so I know that I am far from the worst in those areas.
Now, without further ado...
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My relationship with my sister:
'God, I hate my sister.' I thought to myself as I pretended to listen to my extremely boring date sitting across from me. Like I really care about the golf tournament at the end of your week long Men's Retreat you went to last month. Who were you 'retreating' from anyway, and why didn't you stay and fight? I giggled at that thought. He assumed it was because of the funny anecdote he said. Best not to correct him on that. Yes, I know that they really weren't retreating from a fight. It was just what they called the conference where Christian men went to hold seminars and discuss how good Christian men should live their lives and spread the Word of God to the masses. I know this because my dad, older brother, brother-in-law, and most of my uncles attended them. They even had Women's Retreats for - obviously - the women. Now, here I am pretending to be fascinated by someone who will one day make a very good husband to a very attentive and boring wife. At least I'm getting a really good dinner at a very nice restaurant out of it. He's even taking me to the new Star Wars movie afterwards. That would be three hours without having to listen to his boring drivel.
So, by now you are wondering why I'm on this date, and why I hate my sister. Either that, or your thinking that I'm a real bitch for using this guy in the first place. Probably all of the above. I do need to defend myself a bit though. This disaster of a date is my sister's fault. I am only a reluctant passenger on this train wreck. Oh, I am kind of a bitch, not going to deny that, but I was rather unsubtlety pushed into this mess. Perhaps I should explain a bit.
To start with, I am the middle child. I have an older brother and a younger sister. You probably figured out by the second sentence of this story that I am female. I've always been a bit 'different'. Most of my relatives said that I marched to my own beat. I sometimes live in my own little world. I do have an issue with picking up on social cues. I prefer to be alone than in crowds. Growing up, I only had a couple of friends. I found out later in life that I probably have a very mild form of Asperger's Syndrome. For those of you that don't know what that is, it is a very high functioning form of autism. While it does hinder social development, it also tends to allow the person to focus on things that interest them more. Some would call it a mental handicap (or being retarded if you are a rude, ignorant asshole), but several experts believe that Albert Einstein had this 'affliction'. No, I don't think that I am some super genius, but I can say that mathematics and engineering do come relatively easy to me.
Needless to say, I was not popular though school. I was bullied quite a bit through high school. My brother and sister were popular with large groups of friends. They were always going out partying and doing things on weekends, while I was working as a dishwasher in a restaurant until late at night. Several times, I got depressed when my younger sister would hang out with my older brother and his friends, but I couldn't. Yes, my sister and brother were much closer to each other than I was to either of them. Think 'Redheaded Step Child' and that's what it was like. No, I wasn't a stepchild, but it kind of felt that way sometimes. My parents loved me just the same as they loved my siblings, but I was always a bit different than them.