Reunion

BadBrother

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My sister smiled at me when I walked through the door.
She didn't know she was my sister. Not yet, anyway. I was working up the nerve to tell her.

To her, I was just another customer. I'd been coming in for a few days, buying small things. Coffee. Sandwiches. Lottery tickets. According to the private detective I hired, she worked days atthe convenience store while she attended night classes over at the community college.

As I stood in line, I found myself staring at her. We didn't look like we were related. She was a tiny little thing, and I'm 6'5", 230. We both had black hair, though. But the eyes gave it away. Sky blue. Unnaturally bright.

I wondered if she felt it when she looked at me. She felt something, I could tell.

"Hey, Gregg," she said, professionally running my items over the scanner. "Nice day, isn't it."

"It certainly is," I said. "In fact, it's too nice to be cooped up in here. We should do something. What time do you get off?"

Her face lit up when I said that. I saw something there I had never seen before. Almost like......

Desire.

I thought about what I said, and I realized two things.
I was flirting with my sister, and she was interested......
 
As I tried not to stare at him from behind the counter, I could only think one thing:

His eyes are so beautiful...

Throughout my teenage years I had been a rather insecure girl, but had always felt that my eyes were my one redeeming quality. I used to spend hours in the mirror fixing my hair, and looking at my eyes, practicing flirting with myself. And I'd never encountered eyes quite like my own, until Gregg.

He'd been coming into the store for a little over a week now, and had at first seemed rather cautious in approaching me. He must have been quite shy at first, but with a bit of flirtation he seemed to be warming up to me with each visit... so when he asked me out it was a welcome suprise.

I smiled at him coyly. "I get off at four thirty... I'd love to do something... your choice." He blushed like a shy little boy, his face filled with something... what was it?

I studied him discreetly. God, he was just my type... tall and broad, but slender. And that dark hair... and those eyes...

I leaned against the countertop, smiling and waiting for his response. I knew that the angle would be giving him a slight peek down the front of my shirt, and I didn't care.
 
Gregg

I actually arrived a half hour early for our 'date'. There was a flower shop in the strip mall, so I impulsively bought my sister a bouquet. Time crawled as I sat on the hood of my car waiting for her shift to end.


Her face lit up when she saw me, and her smile grew even wider when she saw the flowers. She thanked me profusely, then she stood on her tippy-toes and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I couldn't help myself. I blushed. She giggled at my reaction.

Then, we just stood in the parking lot staring at each other, not sure of what to say.


Somehow, the phrase "Hi there. Guess what? I'm your long-lost brother...." didn't come up.

It was something I could tell her later.
Before it was too late.


Instead, I spotted a park across the street.

"Why don't we go for a walk," I suggested.
"That sounds like a great idea," she agreed.
I took her hand, and -- like young lovers -- we went for a stroll.....
 
My hand felt warm in his, and I could tell by the dampness that he was nervous. He was so adorably shy- how could he be anything less than irresistable? It was a fine spring day out, and the new spring shoots of grash were pushing through the ground after a long, bleak winter. The breeze was cool, providing a blush to both of our cheeks, though I somehow sensed that his was more than the effect of cool air.

The other effects of spring were in the air. I'd broken up with my boyfriend of a year around Christmas, and had had my mourning period. Spring was notorious for "twitterpating", and I certainly was not immune. It felt good just to be in Gregg's presance, let alone touching him. As we walked my thigh brushed occasionally against his. I could feel a bit of heat rising to my own cheeks.

He was so wonderfully masculine on this glorious spring day, and I felt myself unmistakably drawn to him...
 
Gregg

We walked for a bit. Then I noticed she was shivering a bit. I took off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders. In doing this, I had to put my arm around her. She didn't object, so I saw no reason to pull it away. Quite the opposite, in fact. She slipped her arm around my waist and pressed her body against mine. I could feel the heat resonating off her tight body, and I suddenly found myself thinking things a brother shouldn't be thinking about his own sister.

Still, there was no disguising it.
My sister was a beautiful young woman.
And I wanted her.

Knowing it was wrong, I still did it.
I stopped, placed my fingertips under her chin, and lowered my lips to hers in a forbidden kiss.......
 
His kiss was soft and tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity down my spine...

Immediately desire echoed throughout the far reaches of my body, and I opened my lips to recieve him, my mouth pressed against his. It was our first kiss, and it had come so soon... but I didn't have time to think about that, because already my body was heating, and I felt a stirring from deep inside myself...

It might have been spring... it might have been the empty winter... but I wanted him.
 
Gregg

The kiss was long, and the kiss was sweet, with the promise of so much more. As our tongues danced, I let my hands roam freely over my sister's delightful body, not caring who was watching. Finally, though, we had to come up for air.
"God, Lauren," I said. "I want you so much. But...."
She cut off my words with another passionate kiss.
"No buts," she said.
"There's something I have to tell you...." I said.
"Later," she said, taking my hand and pulling me toward a heavily wooded area of the park, when I knew we wouldn't be interrupted.
I didn't say another word......
 
Lauren

When our lips met I knew there was no going back. He seemed cautious, wanting to draw away. He breathed soft objections which I quickly protested with my eager kisses.

There was something... I didn't care. I didn't want to hear his objections, or his reasonings. Perhaps he had a girlfriend... perhaps he wasn't interested... no... he certainly was interested. I could tell by the way his hands led themselves all over my body, as if drinking in every curve.

Whatever it was could wait.

And so I did what came naturally instead. Changing his mind with my hungry kisses, I led him back into a wooded area within the park. The park wasn't overly frequented, and I knew we wouldn't be seen unless by the worst of luck. But I didn't care either way... my mindset was not in the correct frame to be logical.

I pulled my pink sweater up over my head, and tossed it somewhere on the ground. I was wearing a black lace bra underneath, and was briefly glad that I had worn it rather than plain white cotton. I pressed myself urgently to him, my lips finding his neck, licking and sucking at the tender flesh there. He pulled me to him, his hand roaming over the smooth curve of my ass.

There was no going back... no buts...
 
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