Series one Saturday Afternoon, December 22nd 2009 — Gretchen

"You're a real perv," I hear whispered in my ear. Then my sister giggles when I jump about six inches up out of my chair.

"You're supposed to knock," I instruct my little sister for the thousandth time.

As usual she ignores me as she leans over my shoulder and peers at my computer screen. "Breasts! That's all boys ever think about," she complains as she looks at the video playing on the screen. It shows a young Japanese girl being milked by her lover.

"You'll grow some someday," I answer even though I can feel her firm, young, teenage breast bumping against my shoulder.

"You're soooooo funny," she replies as she stands up straight and pulls her shoulders back in a pose that extenuates everything she's got. She looks down into my eyes and challenges me to look. I do. Slowly. I caress her curves with my eyes before finally venturing a, "In another two or years when you grow up..."

She punches my shoulder. Of course I knew she would. We know each other too well. And Gretchen, a veteran of these sibling wars, quickly goes back to the attack.

"You want to milk Emily don't you?" she asks, then adds in a tone only a teenage girl can manage, "and she's your oooown sister for crying out loud."

"I'm interested in the process, the--"

"Oh sure, Doctor Timmy," she scoffs. But she's smiling.

My sister and I are best friends. Always have been. At almost eighteen she's only eleven months younger than I am. Siblings like us, born so close together, invariably either become enemies or friends. We'd been lucky.

Actually it'd been Emily who'd never really fit in. She had been the odd fifth wheel between the duo of mom and dad, and Gretch and I. With her being almost five years older than me I'd never really got to know her growing up.

She babysat Gretch and I but really hadn't played with us.

She'd been off and away to college before I'd gone through puberty so I'd never really noticed her sexual attractiveness until she arrived home married and pregnant.

I suddenly realise as I talk to Gretchen that she's as baffled as I am about the whole milky Emily fixation I've been showing. And I know I'll never be able to fool her...