My older sister and I were more like strangers than siblings. The ten-year age difference meant that there wasn't much that we were able to do together when I was growing up. By the time I was able to hold up my end of a conversation, Kate had discovered boys and booze and wanted nothing to do with playing Nintendo with her little brother. It was something of a hardship to grow up with an absolutely stunning older sister. In both senses of the word. I was perpetually hard whenever I was around her, and I couldn't bring any friends around without them drooling over her the whole time. I couldn't even blame them because, while we might not have been particularly close as siblings, but I couldn't ignore the mild sense of guilt that filled me every time I spent an evening jerking off and imagining what she looked like naked. Everything started to change after the virus-that-shall-not-be-named hit just after my eighteenth birthday. Kate found herself suddenly unemployed ...