I am Katarina, but everyone calls me Kathy. We Pittsburghers are a pretty traditional bunch, from a neighborhood of tough-guy Polish people. My Dad is a life-long steel workers union member, now forced to retire with a plant closing after 30 years. My Mom can cook, clean and drink beer with the best of them. We grew up in the Catholic Church and with big holidays and heavy lessons of guilt and suffering.
This was the example for my older sister and me. I followed the example, but Paulina never did.
We all knew she was different from an early age. Prettier, and more charming than me, she never enjoyed being dainty or shy. I was always her height even though she was 3 years older. I had long legs, knobby knees and broad shoulders like a football player or coal miner. Yet I was the dainty one, who liked to cook and play with dolls. I envied her looks, but I just watched as she invited trouble.
She was strong and independent, and when her hormones took over, she took a surprising turn to seduce girls. She never even kissed a boy. Not even when she was young, so we should have known. We were surprised by the fervor and quantity of conquests she had.
The whole town sighed in relief when my sister left for college. She finished her Bachelors degree and stated graduate school the same year I started community college. We always figured she would be whooping it up in lesbian bars and corrupting freshman girls.
As my sister pursued her master's degree, she also pursued one particular woman, Donna. After a few weeks my sister announced that she was the one and was going to settle down with her.
For my sister this was a big step, almost incomprehensible. My sister screwed everyone in town, my friend's sisters, teachers, people wives, and she'd also pickup women in lesbian bars for one night stands. She slept with femmes, butches, doms and women of various races, too. We never expected her to stop fucking a dangerous variety.
I always dated guys --big Polish guys. Not Quarterbacks, linebackers, and offensive tackles--heavy, sweaty, muscular boys who didn't talk much. I'd get one rose on Valentine's Day, and a funky cheap catholic necklace at Christmas. These boys expected either intercourse or a blowjob.
My current boyfriend was Olek and he was a little more interesting than the others. I met him in community college where he played ice hockey. He was taking calculus courses. He would eat more than steak and potatoes, and this made him more interesting than most boys. As a matter of fact, he ate everything, and loads of it. He had quite an appetite.
After a big meal, he offered to eat my pussy. He was terrible at it, but he still scored brownie points. I bought him brownies then next day.
My sister was bringing Donna, her roommate, special girlfriend, partner, or whatever for thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving was strange. My Dad and Mom were totally chummy with her, hugging her and welcoming her into the family. They were even going to let them sleep together in Donna' s bedroom. Rather accommodating, to say the least.
She seemed like a normal girl, actually plain in many ways. She didn't have a hot, curvaceous body, and wasn't especially sexy or perverted and I wondered what my sister saw in her. Obviously, the only odd thing I knew about was that she slept with my sister, rolling around, licking each other everywhere.
