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I was just a year younger than my sister was when she went off to college, she was 19 and I was 18, a senior in high school. After all the years of sibling fighting and scraping, we began to get along pretty well by that time. Though I always thought I'd be thrilled when she left, the truth was I missed her. It was still nice having another kid at home, so my parents didn't laser beam in on me.

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You come by one Tuesday morning, eager to see me after a long stretch without visiting. You have the pumps, skirt and tight sweater you had on back when we were first reunited. I answer the door, a smile on my face and a light in my eyes indicating my happiness at seeing you. We talk, you and I sitting together on the couch, my hand occasionally slipping under your top to tease your sides and stomach. Your hand occasionally slides lightly over my legs, as my expression intensifies, you chuckle, knowing how much that drives me crazy.

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