“So you’re Carter? You’re the one fucking my sister?”
I walked in the room and I was staring at her. I knew Nicole had an older sister — Violet — off at grad school on the other side of the country, but she’d never much talked about her. I don’t know how I expected Violet to be, but it wasn’t what I was seeing. “Nicole in the shower?” I asked.
“Obviously,” the girl said, “Now answer my fucking question.”
Ivory skin, black hair, black eyeliner, black lipstick, tight leather choker. And she was wearing a high-waisted black dress that only came down mid-thigh, stopping a few inches above black mesh stockings. It was cinched tight beneath her tits, and a valley of cleavage above. To top it off, except the makeup, she even looked like Nicole, and was just as cute. Although Nicole didn’t have a pierced lip like Violet did, or so many piercings in her ears. So, like I said, I was staring. But Violet didn’t seem to mind the attention.
“Well, I’m, like, her boyfriend, but we’re taking things slow, like,” I said, taking a seat on the bed closest to the door, the one with Nicole’s luggage on it.