That was never really a problem for my sister and I because we had vastly different taste in men.
Until Austin, that is.
Sexy in high school and sexy now, Austin is SEXY with a capital “S” “E” “X” and “Y.” Sexy like his life depends on it. Back in high school I thought he was handsome and sexy but he seemed to prefer my older, wilder, more rebellious sister. And I was so shy around him I could barely get 2 words out to make a sentence. [I still have this problem when I have a crush].
Fast forward 20 years and we’re friends on Facebook. His Facebook pics are a source of constant thrills and sexual frustration for me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to download them for “sensual material.” Yes, even girls do this.
If only I could crawl naked into my computer screen and up his perfectly fitting t-shirt I’d be a happy girl. I could fantasize about kissing his lips all day long. I would look at his handsome face, chiseled cheekbones and all, and I would say, “Anyway you want it baby….” Oh to be skin to skin with him. That would be a delight.
But then I think of my sister, who would probably flip out if she knew I was lusting after Austin and I sigh and resign myself to lusting after him in cyber space only.