“fantasize you're giving me a baby" into my ear.

We finally got dressed and were kissing each other tenderly in the aftermath, our lips caressing each other in a way not so radically different from the way we'd first kissed years ago and kickstarted The

Rule in the first place, when the doorbell rang.

Zofi pulled back at the sound and frowned.

“I take it this isn't one of your surprises," I teased Lightly.

Zofi merely shook her head in the negative. She wasn't a hundred percent dressed, still needing to button up her blouse (because I'd been fondling her tits you see -- THAT part was a little different from when we were younger). So when the doorbell rang a second time, I headed out of the room and went downstairs alone.

I checked the peephole quickly and frowned. Had Sam lost her key? Why else would she ring the doorbell? So I was feeling a Little confused when I opened the door, and it took me a second to realize it wasn't

Sam on my doorstep at all.

“Hullo theh!" Sam's doppelganger greeted brightly with the exact same

Aussie twang I was used to hearing.

“You must be Matty.”

“Uh, yeah..." I began, still confused as my eyes played tricks on me.

Only then did I realize this must be Sam's older sister.

“I'm Rachael. Pleased to meet you."

Home --

“I'm Rachael. Pleased to meet you."

The young woman's resemblance to my Head Girlfriend was unmistakable.

"You're Sam's older sister. She's talked about you."

Rachael's eyes narrowed.

“Somehow I doubt that."

I smirked and looked down for a moment. I knew Sam wasn't particularly close with either of her older siblings. "Well, she's talked enough for me to know you're finishing up your first year at Stanford Med. She's not here, by the way, although I do expect her back pretty soon. Won't you come in?"

Rachael nodded and walked past me into the foyer when I stood back and gestured her inside. I couldn't help but let my eyes give her the once over. Including the sisters' mother, all three Smith women were quite buxom and curvaceous. All three dyed their hair platinum-blonde. But

Rachael Looked to have picked up her father's height and stood perhaps two inches taller than both Sam and their mom, and Rachael's hair was also styled with extra waves and curls that bespoke of additional time spent in front of a mirror each morning. Her outfit was both tasteful and alluring. And at the age of 23, Rachael carried herself with poise and maturity while remaining at the peak of her youthful beauty.

AL in all, she was a very attractive young woman.

I closed the door and turned around to find that attractive young woman looking not at me, but up the stairs instead. Zofi was coming down, but the brunette stopped only a third of the way down in surprise and exclaimed, "Rachael? What are you doing here?"