Lindsey honestly bugged me. She was annoying as fuck with her long blonde hair and her perfect body. I hated her for how perfect she was and for looking like the kind of model I always wished I could be. We had been stepsisters for six painful years and in all that time I had always felt like I wasn’t as good as she was. I hated that she always got everything she wanted.
“Modeling is stupid,” Lindsey told me as I practiced my catwalking in the kitchen. “It’s for girls who can’t think clearly and have to rely on their bodies to support the fascist pigs that supply the entertainment industry with enough ammunition to disarm women’s self-confidence and make them buy things they don’t need.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
“I rest my case. You’re not the brightest girl, Holly. Face it, you’re just another piece of meat that men want to sink their dick into.”
“That is so gross!” I told her and I grabbed the nearest object, a bagel, and threw it directly at her face. She ducked out of the way, shaking her head.
“I guess I hit a nerve, didn’t I Holly?” She laughed heartily and it pissed me off. I hated her so much for being smart, pretty, and the kind of girl that would get all the modeling gigs when she didn’t even want them. I wanted them. I had wanted to be a model since I was a little girl. I had starved myself into my version of perfection, searching for something that would make me happy. So far, nothing would.
There was a knock on the door and we both turned toward it. Lindsey walked over and opened it. It was the guy from down the street that had been stalking Lindsey since he had realized she lived here. She smiled warmly at him, batting her eyelashes like a little slut. She greeted him warmly and offered him a hug.
“Holly is right here. Say hi, Holly!” I waved at the guy and watched as Lindsey worked her magic on him. It made me angry when I saw her flirting with guys. I didn’t know why I got so mad. Guys loved her and I wondered how much more sex she was having than me. I hadn’t been getting any for the longest time. I hadn’t had a boyfriend since I had lost my virginity, years before. I tried to think of how sex had felt and I couldn’t even remember it clearly. Why was I horny now? I could feel my pussy aching for something and I tried to tell it to stop but I wondered if it was the guy from down the street. I watched as Lindsey flirted with him and my pussy got wetter and wetter. What was wrong with me?
“Well, we have to go now. I guess we’ll see you later,” Lindsey called to him, closing the door.
“Bye!” I called to him and he waved desperately at me as Holly shut and locked the door.
“That was rude, Lindsey!”
“You’re rude, Holly.”
“Don’t be a bitch, Lindsey.”
“Speaking of bitches, there’s something I want to show you upstairs. Follow me!”
“What is it?”
“A surprise, Holly. You know what that means, don’t you?” she asked patronizingly.
“Yeah, I get it!” I screamed back as I followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom.
“Okay, I’m only showing this to you because I don’t know what it is and I figure you’re such a little slut, you probably know.” She pulled something from a drawer and my mouth dropped open when I saw it. It was a long, jelly-style dildo that bent easily. It was coiled into a loop and I instantly knew what it was.
“That’s a double-sided dildo, Lindsey!”
“A what? You actually know what this is? I knew you were a little slut!” Lindsey uncoiled it. “Well, what do you do with it?” she asked.
“I thought you were the one that was having all the sex! I haven’t gotten laid in years,” I admitted. “I know because I watched a show about lesbians and there were these girls talking about double-sided dildos so I looked them up online.”
“Why were you watching a lesbian show?” Lindsey demanded to know.
“I…um…I don’t know…” I didn’t have a good answer for this. I had no idea why I had watched a lesbian show. It had been a documentary about lesbians that explained what their day to day lives had been like. I had been fascinated, unable to change the channel or look away.