Chapter 2

It was Friday and I was on my way to meet Erika at her place and finally her sister Katya for the first time. Despite Erika mentioning her sister frequently, she had never formally introduced us before.

I stopped by a liquor store before heading to their apartment. I had decided to buy a giant bottle of honey whiskey. If Katya was anything of a drinker like Erika, then a large bottle would be appropriate.

Erika opened the door and greeted me with a simple kiss. Her outfit struck me as a bit unusual for her. While a Sonic Youth t-shirt was not out of the ordinary, I noticed a bra strap peeking out, which was rare for Erika. Additionally, she wore a short grayish skirt with plaids, paired with leggings underneath, a style I had never seen her in before. The leggings that is.

My gaze must have lingered a second too long because Erika caught me staring.

“My sister made me change. She didn’t think my initial outfit was appropriate.”, she explained.

I couldn’t help but notice the bright bunny slippers adorning her feet and struggled to contain my laughter.

“Those are my sister’s as well.”, she added.

“I like them, but yeah, I didn’t think they were yours,” I replied with a smile.

As we walked into the kitchen, Erika introduced me to her sister, Katya, who was standing in front of the stove, diligently stirring her food.

“I will be right back,” Erika said before leaving, leaving just Katya and me in the kitchen.

“I’ll shake your hand in a second. I am just making sure this doesn’t burn.”, Katya explained, focused on her task.

Observing Katya, I couldn’t help but notice how different she looked from her sister. Firstly, her hair was a light brown, a stark contrast to Erika’s dyed black locks. I imagined Katya’s hair color might resemble what Erika’s would look like if she didn’t dye it. Katya’s hair was also longer, hanging loosely over her shoulders.

Katya also appeared taller than Erika, standing around 5 feet 9 inches, I estimated. She wore wide dark pants that concealed the top of her shoes. I glanced at her shoes, closed-toe without any heels, ruling out footwear as the source of her height.

On top of the pants, she wore a dark orange sweater with a wide neck. She was showing slight cleavage and was wearing a big beaded necklace drawing attention to it. The sweater looked tight on her, making her breasts stick out even more. I guessed she was at least a C-cup, but more likely a D-cup.

The bra size was not the only difference. Katya looked curvier overall. Not fat, but she had bigger boobs and a well-defined butt as well.

After a moment, Katya set down the ladle and extended her hand to shake mine.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. Finally, we get to meet,” she remarked, her expression stern.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m surprised we haven’t crossed paths sooner. And yes, I’ve heard a few stories about you as well,” I replied, trying to keep the mood light.

“I assume those stories involved the B-word a lot,” Katya retorted before turning back to her pots.

I didn’t quite know how to respond, but she had a point. Erika often described Katya as very controlling and demanding.

“I’m making pasta. One is just plain pasta with a red meat sauce, as ‘Pixie’ doesn’t eat my regular pasta. The other is seafood pasta with zucchini and peppers in a homemade white wine sauce,” Katya informed me.

‘Pixie.’ The nickname struck me as perfectly fitting the moment I heard it. Why hadn’t I thought of that before? It encapsulated Erika’s essence perfectly—sparkly, slender, petite, and vibrant, much like a pixie. Her haircut only enhanced the resemblance.

“The food smells great,” I remarked, genuinely impressed by the aroma coming from the stove.

The conversation lapsed into silence momentarily. Just then, Erika reentered the kitchen and offered to give me a tour.

“By the way, yes, we’re full sisters. Our dad had us DNA tested,” Erika disclosed once we were out of earshot. I hadn’t even broached the subject, but I suppose it was a common question.

“When we were teenagers, she used to joke that she inherited that body from my mother and I inherited my body from my father. Her boobs were bigger at age 12 than mine are right now.”, Erika said.

“And what about personality?”, I asked.

“We have some things in common, but not a lot. She is good with money and all organized. But she doesn’t like many people. She can come over somewhat cold, but she is nicer when you get to know her. She has always been very caring and protective of me, so be warned.”, Erika replied.

We continued chatting as we poured ourselves some of the Honey Whisky I had brought along. Erika took a glass to Katya.

At precisely 6:30 PM, the doorbell rang again, and this time Katya answered it.

Jozsef, as it turned out, was the name of the date. He was a chubby guy, slightly shorter than Katya, and had the demeanor of what you might envision as a “boring office guy.”

I offered him a glass of whiskey, but he politely declined and asked for a glass of water instead. Coupled with a handshake that felt like a wet sock, it wasn’t the best first impression.

Dinner was served shortly after he arrived and we took seats around a nice round wooden table. I suspected Katya had bought it, but it also seemed like something Erika would appreciate, given its slightly old-fashioned charm.

I opted for the seafood pasta, while Erika and Jozsef both chose the pasta with meat sauce. Erika took charge of serving the food, an interesting choice considering Katya had done the cooking. She also poured red wine for the three of us, though Jozsef stuck with water.

We talked during dinner, but the conversation quickly became dull. Despite Erika and my best efforts to keep it lively, it was challenging to extract any interesting information from Jozsef without directly asking him.

“How did you two meet?”, I asked at some point.

“Officedating.com,” Katya replied matter-of-factly. “People may look down on online dating, but I think it’s the future.”

I had never heard of that site before and I considered myself pretty internet-savvy. I had seen other dating sites, but not this one. My first instinct was to poke fun at it, especially considering how it seemed to have connected Katya with someone like Jozsef. However, upon reflection, I realized it might not be a bad idea for me, given that I also worked in an office.

The food had been as great as it smelled but I was careful not to eat too much. The conversion didn’t improve much and I was grateful that Erika kept our glasses filled. That showed me the first trait that Katya and Erika had in common - they both drank faster than I did.

Jozsef had brought some kind of jello pudding. I took a small bite, but Erika abstained. Katya and Jozsef seemed to enjoy it, though.

After dinner, Erika promptly cleaned up. I found this amusing, considering she appeared rather messy when she was at my place. Here, at her place, she was diligent about tidying up. I wondered if it was because she was in her own environment or if her sister had trained her well.

After dinner, I suggested we play a game of “I Never.” I thought it would be a good way to ask Jozsef some detailed questions without seeming too intrusive.

Erika liked the idea and promptly fetched some shot glasses. They seemed rather large for shot glasses, but she filled each one to the brim with the whiskey I had brought.