Remmi’d had it way too easy growing up, being the first child and all. Everything she did was just “amazing” to my parents. When it was my turn, everything I did was just, “Wow,” “Yeah,” or “Good try, honey.” None of my jealousy sprang from my hero worship of her or anything. Yeah right.
“How you’re not fat is beyond me,” Remmi said. “I know you’re allergic to the gym.”
And we were off, our old routine of picking at each other back in full swing. Siblings… gotta love it.
“I like your hair,” Terri said in a small voice so unlike her, I thought it was someone at another table.
Remmi’s hair was lovely. Its natural state was long, down to about the middle of her back and a natural chestnut color. When performing, she kept it in a tight braid. Right now, she had it in this interesting corn roll
igtail combo I hadn’t seen before. Not a single hair was out of place. How she pulled that off while riding a motorcycle was a mystery.
Of course, my new body enhancements should have put me on Remmi’s level, but I didn’t have the confidence to back it up yet.
Remmi stopped her snide comments at me and turned back to Terri. “Thanks. You’ve filled out quite nicely as well.”
This caused Terri to grin brightly.
“Uh, OK,” I said as I could practically see the sexual tension between the two. I never even knew Terri had an interest in my sister. If she’d kept that hidden from me, I wondered what else she was hiding.
“Y’all want me to leave?” I offered. “There’s a free table over there, I could just–”
“OK, jealous heart,” Remmi said, rolling her eyes at me. Then, she did a double take. “Actually, have you been going to the gym? You seem to have filled out pretty well yourself.”
Now, it was my turn to blush. I could practically feel my sister’s eyes as she seemed to take in every inch of me.
“The reason,” Remmi said, tearing a small piece of paper from the burger bag and writing on it with a pen from her pocket. “I’m here, is to meet up with my project group,” Remmi said, finishing what she was writing and folding the piece of paper to cover what she’d written.
“That’s them over there,” Remmi indicated a bigger table where half a dozen college kids sat, burgers and beer everywhere.
“They look very studious,” I frowned.
“Oh, ha ha. Is that what I get for taking a minute to say hi to my blood?” Remmi scoffed.
“Well, you don’t call, you don’t write, and you never come by the house…” I started.
Remmi cocked her head at me, “Would you like me to?”
“Well… yeah!” I said reflexively before I could say something snide. Her tone had caught me off guard; it had been sincere, not snarky.
After a moment, I realized I meant what I had said. I’d still been in middle school when she moved across town to attend college. While it wasn’t that far of a trip, she’d not been home in a dog’s age. I missed her.
Remmi looked at me for a long moment. Long enough for it to start to feel like something else. As per usual, my cock took it the wrong way.
“OK,” she grinned finally, glancing at Terri and then back at me. How about you guys come over Saturday night, say fiveish? If you can get someone to drop you off, I can borrow a car to get you home.”
“Sure!” Terri practically gushed.
I looked at Terri like I had no clue who she was, and at this moment, I didn’t.
“Sounds fun,” I said. It wasn’t what I’d meant, but I’d take any time I could get with my sister. She was the cool sibling. I’d never seen her wear a hoodie inside, unlike Thomas. I’d seen her easily shine guys on who’d been hitting on her and some of the pics from her Facebook page looked as if they’d been professionally done.
“Good,” Remmi nodded and stood up, grabbing her motorcycle helmet off the table. “Now, I have to go do some schoolwork,” she sighed.
“Looks rough,” I said, falling back into sister snark mode.
“Fuck… you,” Remmi said in a slow and deliberate way before turning to Terri. “Bye, Terri,” she said with a bit of sultry dripping from her voice.
Remmi slid the folded piece of paper over to Terri.
Terri eagerly reached out for it, but Remmi kept her finger on it until Terri finally looked up and met her eyes.
Remmi winked at Terri, took her hand off the paper, and walked over to meet her “study group.”
I couldn’t help it; as she walked away, the sway of her hips drew my cock’s attention. She had to be doing it on purpose, probably trying to tease Terri. I’d never seen my sister as anything other than my older sister before. But here I was, admiring how Remmi’s leggings really showed off her rear. I wondered how it would feel if I put my–
I shook myself out of whatever horny daze I’d been falling into. My cock was at full attention now, as if it hadn’t been my sister I’d just been creeping over.
Terri squeaked, drawing my eyes from my sister’s ass as she stood at her table, greeting the study group.
“What?” I asked.
Terri’s eyes were as big as saucers, and she wasn’t breathing. She was staring at the piece of paper in her hand.
“What? She write you a dirty limerick or something?” I glanced back at Remmi, who was now standing with her hip cocked to one side. I swore if I didn’t know better…
Terri’s head shaking vigorously from side to side drew my attention.
Whatever my sister had written shocked my friend to her core. My friend, who was usually a rock under pressure. Hell, she was the one who’d introduced me to more depraved things than you could find in an Amsterdam sex museum.
“Let me see,” I said finally. I had to know what could possibly shake my slut puppet so badly.
Terri didn’t resist as I took the paper from her trembling fingers. I unfolded it and read the simple message inside:
You’re doing great.
But it wasn’t that sentence that had done it. It was the single word on the line that followed that started my hands trembling, my heart racing, and a cold sweat to break out across my forehead:
First!
I couldn’t help it, I immediately looked at Remmi.
Remmi was sitting down now and had her feet kicked up on another chair, relaxed as if she owned the place. Slowly, as if she’d planned it, Remmi looked over her shoulder right at me. When she saw my expression, a knowing smile slowly crept across her face. She was drinking in my shocked visage, reveling in it. Finally, she gave me a little finger wave and turned back to her table.
“We gotta go…” I said as I stood and fled the building, not stopping to see if Terri was following.