"Stop staring guys, she's my sister," NAME_1 said.
That was the very first thing NAME_1 said as I followed him into the family room of the old house he was sharing with his housemates. One of those old, gothic looking Victorians, one with a turret and all the bright colors and everything. I knew he had a couple of housemates, but now that NAME_2 had moved out of the old place, and into that amazing apartment down near the waterfront with her fiancée, there was a free room for me.
NAME_2 and NAME_1 were twins. They'd moved into that old house together right after high school and they'd stayed together ever since. They were sort of inseparable in that sense. They'd always been by each other's side. I did think it was a bit weird that NAME_2 was engaged to an American-Chinese guy. As long as I could remember, NAME_2'd had that thing for gweilos.
Gweilos? Cantonese for White guys, but most of you know that already, and if you don't, you do now.
NAME_2? She was my big sis, and she was the type of Chinese girl who had a thing about White guys. NAME_2 was the sort of Chinese girl who gave all the rest of us Chinese girls a bad rep. Yeah, my NAME_3-NAME_3, my older sister NAME_2, she was a White Cock Slut, and every Chinese girl knows about that type of Chinese girl. You see them with their White guys, clinging to them, panting over them, and we all know why. Well, we can all guess why, because not all Chinese girls are White Cock Sluts. Only a few are, but it's, you know, it's enough that it does affect the rest of us, with White guys believing that ridiculous stereotype and hitting on us Chinese girls all the time.
Anyhow, I'm not NAME_2, I'm NAME_4.
NAME_5 and NAME_2's eighteen year old baby sister, and I was moving in with my big bro NAME_1 this summer, ahead of starting my first year at university. Berkeley, pre-med, because I was targeting all the med school prerequisites. Anyhow, that's just a little aside about me. Not important. I knew NAME_1 had gweilo housemates, they'd been mentioned once or twice before by NAME_2 or NAME_1, and he'd warned me again when he drove up north to pick me up and help move me in.
"It's not like living at home with mom and dad, NAME_4," NAME_1 had told me, glancing sideways at me as he drove the Uhaul down the freeway. Why was he grinning?
"I know that," I'd said. "And I know they're White guys too, so you don't need to tell me that."
I giggled. "And you don't need to tell me anything about them and NAME_2 either, NAME_1. I know NAME_2."
I knew NAME_2's reputation, anyhow. Really well, because when she left home, all the gu