My sister is my twin, not identical but still my twin. She was about 5' 3'' and had long beautiful brown hair, and from my guess, B cup breasts. Yes h...r breasts were small, but they fit just perfect with her petite hips, small waste, and her face could put a model out of business. She was just like my mom. Me on the other hand, I'm like my dad about 6' tall, brown hair and if I may say so I'm pretty fit being a starting football player. That day we got up and headed down stairs to the living. No idea why.Thankfully, there are some gems.One, the idea that they need a virgin to cross over. Need, no. It does ease the transition, though, No one really knows why, but it's established that, depending on the type of demon, the capacity the virgin fills is different, but the fact remains that a virgin should be involved in the summoning. A demon of rage probably wants the virgin slaughtered. A demon of lust, raped. You see where I'm going with this. Now, they can technically be brought over. We staggered together to the bathroom. I hit the sink first, washing my sleepy face giving her time to free up the toilet, then we changed places.The kitchen was a happy set of collisions as we laughed our way through breakfast prep. The coffee was dripping as we hit the table with our plates. After the meal, we opened the curtains on the window to our back yard and watched the birds feeding on the ornamental berries of the hedge.We bumped around the roads together, had a light lunch, then. ." I said, we have to leave, Kane," Mr. Nestor said, taking the kneeling girl by her wrist."Don't think this won't be--" "No!" Steffani cried, breaking her wrist free."What in the world?!" Mr. Nestor said, seeing the girl lay down beneath the tree. "My thoughts exactly," Steffani's friend said."You sounded so lost and alone," she whispered as she lay within the outline of her genie-ghost. "I know the feeling. Sometimes I wish I did not have to be. Ever." How very teenagery," Mr. Nestor said,.