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don’t know if Ash knew I was spying on her. She certainly never said so, not that we had a lot of conversations. Every once in a while I thought she was looking right at me, or I imagined she was winking at me, mid coitus, but most of the time I was pretty sure she was too caught up in the moment to be thinking about her twenty-two-year-old kid sister.
    And I tried hard to remain unobtrusive, even more so after Cynthia began spending all of her time by our pool. Cynthia Newkirk was Ash’s best friend, a lithe blonde with long hair and beautiful breasts. I’d first met her several summers earlier. Now I was discovering that Cynthia had a penchant for being topless nearly as often as Ash. Occasionally, Tabitha asked me to take mail from our main house out to the pool house for Ash, and I overheard her and Cynthia talking conquests, comparing sexual notes about their respective prowess.
    It was pretty clear that Ash was the winner in any carnal competition, but I suspect Cynthia was trying to please her by offering as much titillation as possible, while secretly hoping to have Ash hanging on her every word just once, the way Cynthia and everyone else did whenever Ash opened her naturally perfect mouth. I had been forced to wear braces for three years, whereas Ash’s forever-white teeth were straight from the moment they broke through her gums.
    When Ash wasn’t looking at Cynthia, I saw the way Cynthia’s demeanor changed, the way she mooned over Ash like everyone else, absorbing every inch of Ash’s body. Her longing glances lingered and her eyes flashed with jealousy whenever Ash paid attention to anyone else but her.
    Cynthia’s desire was so conspicuous I can still feel the weight of it after all this time. It lurks there like an unfulfilled ghost doomed to wander the grounds until its hunger is satiated. It still lingers in the air around the pool house like a poisonous gas that, heavier than the air around it, clings to the ground years after it was released. When you step through the gaseous cloud, a sickly sweet aroma settles in the back of your gullet and makes you gag. You choke and claw at your throat as the gas robs you of oxygen and knocks you to your knees.

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    Poolside, each and every day seemed like Cancun’s spring break, but back inside the main house, things couldn’t have been more different. I could see almost the entire estate from my balcony on the second floor of the east wing. The pool to the left, the gardens to the right, and straight back between two carefully manicured hedges was Ash’s pool house. I could even see inside the pool house as it was only shielded by two large, unencumbered French windowed doors.
    As the summer passed by, I spent most of it in my bedroom, only emerging for a few hours in the morning and evening when I was required to join Father and the stepmonster in the dining room. Relations between Tabitha and me were as chilly as ever. At least she’d never tried to take Mother’s place. But there had been a time, years ago, when Tabitha had tried to develop a relationship with me. She had grown up an only child and had these Pollyanna fantasies about what it’d be like to have sisters. I think that’s why she wanted to be our friend.
    Tabitha and Ash seemed to bond right away. Maybe I was a little jealous. Or maybe it was that way siblings have to differentiate themselves from each other, like if Ash was going to be best friends with Tabitha, then I sure as hell wasn’t. I’m not sure what it was, but I hadn’t wanted a relationship with Tabitha back then, and my utter rejection of her overtures created a sort of permafrost between us and prevented any potential affection from taking root.
    With Ash banished to the pool house and Father staying at the office longer and longer hours, it seemed as though all the warmth had drained from the house. Stepping in from outside was like walking into an industrial grade freezer.
    The house was ridiculously large for four