Erica folded her arms under her breasts and continued to glare at me for a dozen seconds before replying. "That's different."

"How is it different?!" I asked.

"Because...she's my little sister and..." she stammered.

"And what?" I pressed.

"Emily's a virgin, you piece of shit," Erica spat.

I had suspected my sister had been a virgin. Her self-esteem issues when it came to her sisters and how guys saw her was proof of that. But hearing it confirmed and suspecting it were two completely different things.

"We didn't have sex," I said. "She gave me a massage to help with my sore muscles, then asked if she could stay the...