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She grabbed another chip, dipping it in the guacamole this time.

“My tits are just fine,” I grumbled, trying to look annoyed, but I loved it when we teased each other.

Cheryl was my rock and having her as my sister was like winning the lottery. We grew up in a great household until our family was tested over and over again. Job losses and a terrible financial climate led to our father drinking himself to death, leaving us with a mother who had never worked a day in her life.

Cheryl and I started working odd jobs just to keep food on the table and the lights on. Our mother couldn’t hold a job to save our lives. She thought she could find another man to marry and everything would be fine. We worked and took care of each other because she couldn’t be bothered to take care of us, and if we weren’t a man that was wooing her, we weren’t worth her time.

After we left, she had a rude awakening. We loved her, but we couldn’t keep helping her and going to school. Cheryl had already sacrificed so much for me by staying when she could have left. She stayed with me for three years before we finally left our mother and it's been just us ever since.

“I think maybe your tits need a lift, old age is?—”

“Oh… shut it miss, I’ll be turning forty soon,” I laughed.

“I barely have tits, mom forgot to give me some when she made me, and she gave you the big boob gene,” she cackled.

Our server chuckled as she put our tacos and another order of margaritas on the table.

“Thank you, and sorry about my sister, she has no filter,” I said, patting Cheryl's head.

“Oh, screw you,” she laughed, swatting my hand away.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” our server chuckled, walking away.

I grabbed my taco immediately, biting into a shrimp taco that had heat and tang. Dammit, this always hit the spot. Cheryl couldn't contain the moan that escaped her and I chuckled while trying to keep food in my mouth.

“Fuck, Michelle makes a mean taco. I need to find a way to bribe her to give me the recipe,” Cheryl said, before stuffing her mouth with an enormous bite. “I might have to start working here, so my tacos taste as good as hers.”

I laughed at Cheryl and her never-ending need to know how to cook everything. We stayed relatively quiet as we finished eating.

“So, what is really bothering you?” she asked, wiping her mouth. “Don’t bullshit me because I know it’s something more.”

“I told you I want them. I don’t want to want them, but my brain isn’t listening because I am two seconds away from calling them and begging them to see me tonight,” I said, realizing I had just word vomited all my feelings.

“Uh… ok I’m asking because I am wondering, and I’m not asking to be an ass but… why is it such a big deal?” She took a sip of her margarita. “What if you want them? Don’t you prefer having two Subs anyway?”

“They are not what I expected. If I do this, I’ll want them as Subs, and they aren’t my typical Subs who have been in the community for a while. They are new, repairing their marriage, and they are fully committed to each other. If I do this, theywill eventually leave. Lately, everyone has been leaving,” I said, licking the salt off the rim.

“I thought that's what you preferred?” Cheryl looked confused. “You’d rather they leave before they get attached, I mean you don’t— Oh! Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

I shrugged, not ready to face the truth. “I don’t know what I want.”

“You do, but you don’t want to face it,” she said in an accusatory tone.

“Aren’t you tired of being alone?” I looked up at my sister who, like me, had stayed single for most of her life.

“Yes and no.” It was her turn to be vague and nonchalant. “I want someone to come home to, but I don’t want to be like our mother, whoneededsomeone.”

I took a deep breath. “I have contracts, and I enjoy BDSM because I don’t want to be her either. If I set up rules, I am in control and if they leave or I end it before someone catches feelings, I won’t be like her either.”

“She still has power over us, even eighteen years later,” Cheryl groaned, grabbing her margarita and chugging the rest of it. “Don’t let mom fuck with your life anymore. If you like them, then go for it. Make them your Subs and let them fall in love with you because, Genny, you are so very easy to love, and you have so much to offer them. You're an amazing woman who deserves to be loved too.”

I clenched my jaw to keep me from crying. “I don’t know if I want love yet, and I don’t know if I want love from two people. That seems like a lot of work.”

“It also seems like a lot of orgasms, and I think, Genny, that is a winning argument.” She smiled. “Also, who says there has to be love, maybe you shouldn’t go into this with a contract. Who needs structure during sex?”

“Me, Cheryl, it’s my?—”

“Security blanket?” She raised her brow.

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