Re: [No. 24 to No. 12: Iris & Sam]
Sam scoffed and tossed a handful of petals, grabbed and palmed, onto her sister's head. "You're not a virgin, I. You're like mega NOT a fucking virgin, yeah? I know more of your lovers by name than my own. Or something. AND you have a kid. It's ok to want to look at his cock!" Sam was SURE about that. "You waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant to look at him naked," Sam insisted, sing-song and totes little sister. It reminded her of days with Tessy, yeah? Back home, when Tessy had crush after crush after boys that she would point out through the window of their dingy apartment.
Iris talked about soup, and Sam stood in that field of red and looked down at her sister. Hands on her hips, Sam thought she looked VERY commanding, yeah? Even as Iris giggled away about kisses.
"LISTEN! You're an Alexander. You're gonna go kiss him. Just walk up, and do it. And ask him if he wants to fuck you or be inside you, yeah? Guys like that." Dreamy. "Cris likes that. He likes dancing, too. Do you dance?" Her nose crinkled. "Maybe no dancing. Or maybe he likes your shy awk thing." She grinned wide. "Or MAYBE you're actually like a total fucking tiger in the sack. RAWWWWR." Which, came with grabby playful hands, and which devolved into laughter.
Once the laughter passed, she looked over her shoulder, toward where the jail SHOULD have been. "Ok, I'm going to get some, and you're going to get some. That's what we're doing. I'll come for Doris Bread in the morning, and you can give me all the deets." She bent, and she kissed her sister's hair, and she wasn't worried about either of them wandering off or anything. Nah, man, who could worry when things were as perfect as THIS?