I know Katrina really well, when she gets mean, it's because she's frustrated with something. There is something about my relationship with Daddy
that she is jealous of. She's been quiet about it when I bring it up to her, but I know her all to well. It was a warm Indian Summer day when I was
out on the patio doing my homework when Kat showed up. I figured she came out to apologize to me, or at least confess what's been on her mind.
She shows me a hidden camera of me having sex with my father, who we call "Daddy." I didn't know how she got it and I was lost for words. Katrina,
never being the type that's lost for words, told me "I'll show everyone unless you give me what I want." She said that since Daddy is playing with
me, she wants to know what's so special. She made me get undressed for her. It felt embarrassing, even though she has seen me naked hundreds of times.
My mind whirled with thoughts about my odd relationship. I told her how it's been fun playing with Daddy but Charlie, the hot guy from my third hour
at school, has been asking me out for months. I'm going to take him up on his offer. I want a boyfriend and a normal life, and I want our family to be
normal and uncomplicated again. I thought that would please her, but it didn't.
Katrina told me, "I want to kiss you." I know my sister has lesbian tendencies, but I didn't expect that she would want me! I was frustrated with
Katrina for complicating my life even more, but oddly, flattered. I felt sexy when she looked at me, and it felt a little bit how Daddy makes me feel.
Our lips met, I felt her velvety tongue slip into my mouth, I tasted her, and pulled back, "can I call you daddy?"
