My First Lover
Monday, April 12th, 2004We were neighbors in the suburbs of the Philippine Islands, where I grew up. I was an awkward teenager. My breasts were tiny lumps (oh yeah, they still are!) and I had pink cheeks from pimples. To make matters worse, my younger sister was a gorgeous babe. She had perfect golden skin and all the curves. Every guy in the neighborhood wanted her. That is, until I met him. I’ll call him Edwin.

