And it wasn't really her I know, it was me... the way I felt about her. But I couldn't help it. Why couldn't she have been like everyone else... afrai... of me, disdainful of me? Why did she have to keep thinking there was something special in me? Why did she have to make me feel like I was worth something? It only made it harder when I realised I wasn't – when I did stupid shit like this. I kicked at an empty can on the sidewalk, sending it skittering over the pavement.I shoved my hands deep in. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I replied "used to not anymore" I smiled as I replied looking directly into her eyes "that's a shame hun, how about you come and sit over here and we can get to know each other a little better" walking over I didn't know what to expect. She put her arm around my waist and pulled me closer towards her. " you like older women don't you, I've noticed you've been eyeing me up since I walked through the door" I looked at her in shock not knowing how to respond "well, erm,. “She’s your sister…” said good Pranab.“Fuck her…literally and figuratively…” Interjected Bad Pranab.“But you’ve already done it with her 15 times…….Isn’t it enough??” said good Pranab.“It was awesome shagging her…Wasn’t it…” added bad Pranab.“Yes…It was…But…” protested Good Pranab.“You like shagging her. Admit it…” reasoned Bad Pranab.“Screw it lets do her…do her good…the bitch….” agreed Good Pranab.“We’ve done her 15 times and still we haven’t knocked her up!!!” snarled Bad Pranab.“All we can. It was in November, but there was a warm streak of weather, so I went to the mall in jeans and a semi-tight T-shirt. Not more than ten steps into the mall, I saw John with his mother. He said hi, and I started talking to him and his mother. I must’ve been doing a good job hiding my boobs at school, because John was acting like he’d never seen them before. He tried to be polite, but I kept seeing his eyes quickly bounce down from my face to my chest, and I could see his face blush every time he.