I stand at the shallow end as my sister does laps, enjoying seeing that firm, round ass flexing as she swims. After three laps she stops and walks to me, draping her arms over my shoulders, I can smell the alcohol on her breath.
"I'm so glad you're here. This looks like a great life, but I'm trapped here with that oaf, and I hate every minute."
"Is that why you drink so much?"
I rest my hands on her waist, I can feel the little string. I'm hard and I'm guilty about thinking this f****d up s**t with my sister.
"It's the only way I can survive."
"I'm sorry it's so bad."
We stand in the sun. The pool filter kicks on, pushing the water around us. Morgan looks over my shoulder, "I don't f**k him anymore."
"I don't need to know that."
She's talking, unburdening, "I can't. He's got a d**k
