She was 16, all leggy, her figure just beginning to blossom into what was clearly going to be a gorgeous girl. But so nosy, insulting, always borrowin... my clothes without asking, using my make-up and perfume, helping herself to my jewelry; are all sisters that bratty or was it just mine? I wouldn't have minded if the clothing had even fitted her, but it didn't. I was a good four inches taller than her five foot, with a decent bust measurement of 34B so my clothes looked stupid on her. That. Our k**s eventually grew up and enjoyed playing together. I enjoy my sister’s company now more than ever. It had been years since we last had sex, but we never failed to call or email each other every day. Having Jess come over and visit was one of the highlights of my weekends.About a year later Jess and her husband called it quits in a very amicable divorce. As for myself, 2 years after Jessica’s divorce my wife graduated law school, passed the bar, landed a job with a major publishing firm’s. I think you’re handsome too.”“For real,” he perked up.“Yep. I feel like we have a connection.”“Me too. I might want some more connection.”“I know I do.”“Well, come sit next to me,” he motioned.Taylor got up from the recliner. She stood there near the door. Her face drooped.“What’s wrong. Is it something I said,” Cortez wondered.“No. Nothing like that. I need to ask you if you’re away that I’m a guy.”“Huh?”“I was born a boy. A male c***d.”“Are you for real,” he jumped up.Taylor backed towards. "You act like ole Charley is Gordon Ramsey or Wolfgang Puck."Mary gripped my hand. "Well Job, he did have his own cooking show..." You mean that reality show flop," I interrupted "that did not even last a full season on the internet."My boss got flustered as he defended his money hole. "Chef H.P. Charles show had a nice following..." And a cook book" my wife added."Wonderful." I said dryly "Dr. Seuss had a cookbook too. I do not see many patrons filling our tables to order the famous Green Eggs.