She was, well, perfect. We’d known each other since we were kids, everyone always said we’d end up married with kids of our own, well, they said t...at till I came out that is. She was the first person I plucked up the courage to come out to, of course. I remember it as though it were yesterday. I was so nervous. We were sitting together on her bed after school watching a movie, I had been planning to tell her for three week, plucking up the courage, then suddenly – there it was, I just blurted. As he did, a loud noise rang in her ears. She looked around, and sighed as she recognized her alarm clock. She slowly opened her eyes, silently cursing the thing for disturbing her dream. She quickly sat up, noticing the large wet spot on the bed. She nervously wondered what her mother was going to think. She’ll be happy I’m finally accepting my body she realized as she walked over to the pile of clothing on a nearby chair. She looked at the outfit her sister had laid out the previous night –. I also said yes quickly and we both went to a temple and married in a short ceremony. We came back home and had lunch and then started preparing for selling all the property and packing all the goods.I asked my sister to sleep with me on the same bed that night. She agreed on the condition of “smooching and some love making on the body is ok, BUT NO PENETRATION as we need to plan our family well!!” I too agreed immediately. After dinner she reminded me that we were married now. I also smiled at. I already had my hand in the string binding the box holding her purchase. When she stood, I stood.“Five paces behind.”I trotted along behind her fast pace, leashed by her pervasive sexuality. We left the mall and crossed the avenue to a high-rise condo. A swift elevator ride and we entered her lair. She pointed to a wet bar in one corner. “Two fingers of scotch on the rocks. Nothing for you.” She sat in an armchair, eyeing me, a slight smile on her lips.An easy order to fill. I crossed the room.