Dirty Family Secrets
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Thirty minutes later I was settled deep in the couch, between two very vocal 6 year olds, engrossed in Scooby-Doo when Karen and her sister arrived.
I stood up to greet them as they entered the house. Karen's sister didn't look much like her at all. She was taller, and had big, almost bug-eyes, and short brown hair. She was slender, with smallish breasts, and was dressed in torn jeans and a cut-off T-shirt.
"Jack, this is my sister Robin. Robin, Jack." Karen said, introducing us.
I reached out to shake her hand, which she grabbed and used to pull me in close in order to give me a kiss on the cheek. She then pulled away and looked me over, almost like a piece of meat.