Blind Date (closed)

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“When was the last time you actually went out on a date, Tommy?” my buddy, Andy, asked after he took a drag off the marijuana pipe and passed it over to me. “I mean, I know you’ve been playing Zelda: Breath of the Wild for like eight months straight. Gotta get out, man,” he implored.

I just rolled my eyes and took the pipe from him, pausing my game momentarily to take a hit and pass it back. Not much was better than getting stoned and wandering through the ruins of Hyrule, after all.

I shrugged at his question. “Not too worried about it,” I said, blowing out the smoke. “The right girl will come along at the right time.”

Andy took another hit. “Like tonight!” he perked up. “Abby has this friend, she’s fucking smoking hot and she’s dated a string of fucking assholes and she’s free tonight…”

“Are you trying to set me up?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously, a string of assholes, and you want to set her up with me?”

“Come on, dude, just get out of the house for once!”

I knew he wasn’t gonna stop pestering me about it. “Fine,” I grumbled, setting the controller down and standing up from the couch.

Which is how I ended up sitting in the back seat of Andy’s car, watching as his girlfriend Abby went into an apartment building near campus to retrieve her friend for what could only be a completely disastrous blind date!
 
"You should wear this tonight." Abby said with a grin as she pulled out my sluttiest outfit. I stared at her as she threw clothes on my bed. I'd just broken up with my last boyfriend about 4 weeks ago and still wasn't over it. Abby had been begging her all week to go out with her and her boyfriend.

"I don't think I'm ready." I said,"Go have fun without me besides I don't want to be a third wheel."

Abby hesitated as she pulled out my makeup bag and began arranging colors."Oh, I didn't tell you? I could've sworn I did. Andy's friend is coming. So if you don't come you'll make him the third wheel."

I stared at her as she pulled my shoes out. Oh god. Oh god. Dear god. "You're setting me up, aren't you? You know I'm not over Brice."

"Yeah you said that before you met Brice." She said as she tugged my shirt off and through one of my sexy bras at me. "Wear that underneath. That's hot:"

Why I started dressing while arguing all the points of why this date wasn't going to work was beyond me, maybe because I knew Abby would just keep bugging me and wouldn't leave my dorm until I went with her.

Another part of it was curiosity because even though she set me up with Brice last time, this other guy this poor unfortunate soul was Andy's friend so I could hope that he wasn't an asshole.

Andys car was out there waiting. I opened the door only to be face to face with my brother. Granted I'd never told anyone I had a brother. It had never been important.

Like I didn't actually think that one day in the future I'd be put on a blind date. "Uh...um.."

"Look at her, already speechless. I told you this would be a good idea babe." Andy said with a laugh.

"Get in the car bitch." Abby teased.

I blinked a few times and then slid in.

"Tommy, this is my bestie, Crystal but she goes by Chrissie. Usually she's better at English. She's an English major after all."

"Hi..." I mumbled.

Crystal
 
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Me and Andy had been joking around, waiting for the girls to come back out from the dorm, and I hadn’t noticed them walk up to the car. The door opened and I turned to check out my date, and was greeted with a vision of curves and cleavage that was more than enough to cause some blood to rush to my loins.

And then I saw her face, and I gulped. My heart thumped hard in my chest. This was my sister. My twin sister. She looked fucking good, but… surely this was a joke, right?

Our eyes locked. “Hi,” I said. “I’m Tommy.”

Were we supposed to play along? Pretend we weren’t twins? The resemblance was there but it wasn’t totally obvious unless you knew our family.

I mean, me and Chrissy had barely spoken since the summer after senior year. Those had been interesting times, to say the least. They were all flooding back to me in a heartbeat, memories I had been trying to repress for five years now.

“Nice to meet you,” I said.
 
I glanced over at Tommy as memories rushed through my head. "Hi...again. Uh I'm Chrissie but..they just said that, didn't they." I combed my fingers through my new shortened hair. It used to be longer but I cut it as a way to sever my high school self and erase any and everything I did then.

Now, it just seemed like my past had come back to haunt me in the form of my brother who was 2 minutes older than me. "So they roped you into a blind date too huh?" God it had been awhile since I'd seen him and even I had to admit he still looked good.

"So uh, Tommy was it? What exactly do you do for a living?" I asked casually since we were playing along with not knowing one another. I idly played with the hem of my skirt which was a nervous habit I'd always had.
 
This was so weird. Acting like we were strangers. She was my twin!

“Uh, well, I work construction. I’m a welder,” I explained. “I actually just got done with my apprenticeship, so… it’s a pretty sweet gig I guess,” I said.

“So you’re in the creative writing program here?” I asked. I had always been envious of her creativity. She had definitely gotten the smart genes. “What do you write?”

My mind was rushing through memories. The things me and Chrissy had done together… were not fit to be discussed in polite company. I had never told anyone, actually. But they were burned into my mind and now they were playing out in my head.
 
This was so fucking weird, out on a blind date with my brother. A part of me was conflicted because Abby had been trying to get me to go out for weeks since my ex. Another part of me knew this was a bad idea. There were reasons why I'd avoided any family function that Tommy would be at.

Of course if we were going along with this which seemed to be incredibly likely, we didn't have to do anything, ANYTHING. Right? Memories of how our forbidden relationship had started began to pop up in my head which reminded me why this was a bad idea. Let's just say drugs, alcohol and playing 7 minutes in Heaven your last year of senior year was a bad fucking idea.

And yet, that didn't stop me from continuing this charade.

"Construction? That's cool. So you like to use your hands...wait, that's carpentry right?"

When he asked about what I wrote, I blushed. I wrote erotica. Not even romance just erotica. My family thought I wrote fantasy novels but that's because I played it off like it was fantasy sci/fi nothing more. "Fantasy." I said. "Boring stuff, you'd probably get bored after reading the first paragraph."
 
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