Time flew by; I read books from higher shelves. I played more complex music, mastering a multiple tempo piece, four four by my left hand, three four b...y my right. I was pleased with my life, and happy in it.Then, at age twelve, almost thirteen, my perfect world changed forever. Mother hired a maid; a sixteen year old, fair haired beauty, her skin so pale, her eyes so azure, her body tall and slim.She curtsied for me, her eyes lowered, that first morning of her joining our household, murmuring. " Dad replied, shifting on the couch."My turn, Moppet. Truth or dare?" Tonya asked. I noticed that she had an evil look in her eyes. But which form of torture was she thinking of? A naughty dare or a revealing truth?"Truth," I finally said"Okay, sis. Which do you enjoy more having squeezed your butt or boobs?" she asked me, daring me with my eyes to answer her."My breasts," I told her tartly. When would she learn, I wondered? I didn't have a single hangup about my body or talking about it."It's. " Karate class or ballet?" Okay, you're cheating. I took dance." Would you rather bake or fix a car?" I'm not good on cars." Sew or hunt?" I don't kill things!" Jump rope or play tag?"I'm not playing this game anymore." Hopscotch or basketball?" Not playing." A jewelry making machine or a jigsaw puzzle." I can't hear you." Damn. I should ask you if you prefer Tampax or Kotex." You're slanting all of these questions to make me look bad." Oh, come on. I am not. Your poor mom just raised one more. My eyes were still closed. But I could still hear the rustlings. Then, in unison, their breathing stopped. I took a peak and could see Ananya’s face scrunching just a bit. His mouth was slightly agape, as he looked down to something he couldn’t actually see. Then he sighed and whispered “oooh it's warm”, and the undulations subsided and she giggled just a bit. I looked again as he aggressively swayed his hips in a near circular motion, like he was digging for something. And that’s when he.