Torns

Episode 2

She woke up feeling terribly farmished. She got out of bed and dragged her drowsy self to the kitchen.

She made oats, buttered toast and a big mug of beverage. While she ate at the dining, her younger sister, Folake, strolled into the sitting room, in a pink sleeveless, a little above the knee satin night gown. Her b0s0m and curvy hips swirled from side to side with each movement.

Her elder sister, Foluke, followed behind her, taller, darker and curvier, in a see-through white sleeveless very short night gown.

Most times, she wondered why she wasn’t physically endowed like her sisters. They had the body of a goddess and could literally turn the head of a statue with their angelic beauty.

She was very slim and her stature was almost straight. No curves. Deathly flat b0s0m and backside. She was a little bit pretty and fair skinned. Foluke was dark skinned. Folake was brown skinned. She looked nothing like them.

Were they even related?

They both sat opposite her, staring at her food.