Walking away from your mother, you caught sight of your older sister Bethany about to go out. She was somewhat attractive, as these things went, though you'd never really looked--she is, after all, your sister.
"Bethany?"
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"Isn't it true that you're one of identical quintuplets?"
Suddenly four more women were there, and all five looked identical, even down to the clothing. Somehow you knew their names and could tell them apart if you looked closely--and you knew, from having done so repeatedly, that they were hot.
"Well, duh!" said Barbara.
"What ever made you think that we weren't?" asked Bridget rhetorically.
"Yeah, what a silly idea, not being quintuplets," said Bianca.
"I mean, really, the very thought! I don't know what I'd do without the four of you. I don't know how you manage, Jon," said Brianne.
"You really should stop asking such things, Jon. It only makes you look stupid," admonished Bethany.
"Okay, okay," you said, putting your hands up a bit. "Silly question."
Your five nearly-identical older sisters walked out the door, chatting animatedly.
