“Now, enough talking about my stupid-ass exes.” My sister slid back into her seat, placing two tubs of ice cream on our table. “Let’s talk about you.”
I laughed. “Ash, we just burned some calories running and you want us to gain it all back?”
She rolled her eyes, eyelashes fluttering. “I barely get a break from Mom always talking about my curves and s**t. Don’t tell me you are becoming like her, kid sis.”
“I would never.” I raised my hand in surrender, dragging the ice cream closer with my other hand.
Ashley was also blessed with the abundant female endowments that ran in our family, but while I was the slender one with big feminine curves while she, on the other hand, was a little more fleshy, with massive curves that she flaunted as often as she breathed.
She lived across the city
