My sister Kate (Katherine) is prettier than me, has bigger titties than me and tells much funnier jokes. Lucky for me that my botty is smaller and my brain bigger or I'd get an inferiority complex. But of course, it's my little Katie who has the complex: inferiority that presents itself as revenge. She is fascinated with good taste, pose, balance, beauty, glamour and gloss, because when she was little she was ugly: a cheeky monkey small boyish face with big goofy teeth that grew out all over the place. Teachers thought she was stupid. Boys didn't notice her and girls were their usual teen-bitch selves to someone who was a little different. So when the mega-braces came off and the boys and girls flocked to be her friend, she gracefully, elegantly and beautifully told them to fuck off. Just your average story of ugly duckling grows to be a beautiful swan and takes her cruel revenge.
She is now powerful because of her beauty and has she set about using it, abusing it, enjoying it. She quickly went from suburban princess to big city bitch whore: going on a journey of depravity in her teens that took me twenty years (fuck, for the brainy one I was real slow!). I was the only one in our family close to her, and she didn't even always tell me the stuff she got up to. Though I went with her to the abortion clinic twice in her twenties.
She went to college to study to be a make-up artist and beautician. She went down to London but found the pay in beauty clinics was crap, and the thought of spending her life sucking up to middle-aged women with money and failing looks, unattractive. So she decided to work with children and while training to be a nursery teacher, she worked as a dancer (euphemism for stripper) and an escort girl (whore). We drifted apart a bit (I was engaged and then married and quickly doing the whole Stepford-wife thing pumping out kids). She had more sex partners than ... well, almost anything you care to think of. Eventually in her late twenties she sort of settled down with a guy in the media. He had money, needed some eye-candy to hang off his arm.
They went off to Australia for a few years and now they're in the US to be closer to home. Strangely, the further away she went, the closer we became, picking up our teenage incestuous relationship again. She is one of the two people principally responsible for me being the slut I am today.
Having two small boys, Owen is two and Stan is just tiny baby, hasn't slowed her down.
Working in the sex industry made Kate very relaxed and broadminded and the weird shit men want to do. So she was that ``mummy" to adult babies gig [if anyone would like to explain that, I'd be fascinated to get inside that head!]. She did plenty of dancing gigs, and private parties (she and her friend Judith had a nice little lez double act in her twenties).
Now she drifts into and out of relationships and a bit of casual sex working pretty much according to her whim. So you never quite know who she'll be with next.
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