When we were both younger, my sister and I loved to play with toys. I had G.I. Joes and she had many Bratz dolls. One doll in particular that she always loved was this giant, 2ft Bratz doll with interchangeable feet and clothing. I kind of found the doll creepy, but as puberty ravaged my body I began to feel something else. On more than one occasion, my sister would leave the doll in the shower (she loved bath toys) and when I would step in to shower, I would be greeted by this naked, plastic woman. I kept things casual at first; ignoring it, then glancing at it, then talking to it. Before long we shared our first kiss and not long after that we were having sex. She may have been plastic, but she knew how to please a man and the way she just took it all over her face... She was my plastic little slut and my sister never knew.