Remmi takes Asher out on a date neither will soon forget. Along the way, they discover there might be more going on between them than they realize.
This chapter is a bit long, but there’s a lot going on here.
Enjoy!
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When I got home from school the next day, Remmi was in the kitchen talking with Dad.
“Heya you,” I said as I hugged her warmly but kept it brief.
“Hey squirt,” Remmi said, hugging me back.
“Hey Dad,” I said, giving him a quick hug too.
“Hi Ash. Remmi decided to grace us with her presence for dinner,” Dad said.
“Oh really? You sure she’s not just here to freeload?” I asked.
Remmi rolled her eyes and Dad chuckled.
“She doesn’t come around as much as she should, so be nice,” Dad said.
“You know, that’s true, Dad,” Remmi said, glancing at me. “I should come over more; you need all the help you can get with cooking.”
“Hey!” Dad said, sounding offended.
I looked, and sure enough, Remmi was actually helping Dad make dinner. She’d brought over groceries from one of the more exclusive grocery stores out there. You know, the kind that has their own designer paper bags with built-in handles. The type we couldn’t afford to shop at.
Once again, I wondered how much money she made as a bike girl to afford such luxuries.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to it. I need a shower,” I said. I didn’t mean anything by it; it wasn’t an invitation for either of them to join me. I was just going up to get cleaned up, no ulterior motive.
As I was toweling off afterward, I realized I’d been expecting one of them to be waiting for me when I got out of the shower. My dirty mind was kicking in without my conscious effort.
I was pulling on my clothes in my room when I heard the knock.
“Come in,” I said automatically. Only Dad and Remmi were home, so I had no reason to make sure I was decent. Luckily, I was buttoning up my jeans when Thomas stuck his head in. Unluckily, I was still topless.
“Hey, Dad wants to know–” was as far as he got before he got an eyeful of my boobs and froze.
I stared at him.
He stared at my boobs.
“Thomas!” I yelped just as he ducked his head back out the door.
“Sorry,” he said. He hadn’t closed the door, leaving it open a crack, but he couldn’t see anything.
I pulled on a T-shirt and went to the door.
“What’s up?” I said, opening the door.
“Uh…” was all Thomas could say, his face beat red.
A quick glance told me he had a huge boner as well, which raised my eyebrows.
“Dad wanted to know what you wanted to drink. Dinner’s almost ready,” Thomas managed.
“Water’s good. I’ll be down in a minute, thanks,” I said as he refused to meet my eyes.
“OK,” he said, turning to leave.
“Thomas?” I said, touching his arm. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know you were home. I thought you were Remmi.”
“S’OK,” Thomas said, then made his escape back downstairs.
Dinner was surprisingly good, if a bit frou-frou for my taste. Mom was gushing over Remmi’s cooking, which left my dad frowning. I don’t think she meant to be insulting… but I wasn’t sure.
Mom also commented on how she was so happy to see me spending some quality sister time with Remmi.
Remmi told her all about our evening playing games and our trip to the mall… well, not all about it. She stuck to the family-friendly version.
We played a game of evil Uno after dinner. When I’d suggested Monopoly, Remmi had given me the most hilarious look, but I managed to keep myself under control.
It was getting late when I excused myself to get ready for bed as I still had school in the morning. I said my goodnights and went upstairs. I was finishing my nighttime routine when Remmi came to my door.
“Got a sec?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said as Remmi came into my room and closed the door.
Remmi looked like she’d been drinking, but I hadn’t seen anyone break out any booze downstairs. When she opened her mouth, I immediately knew she hadn’t been drinking. She was embarrassed.
“Uh… Ash… I… uh, was wondering…” she started awkwardly.
I glanced at her, then kept getting myself ready for bed.
“If… you’re not doing anything… you know, tomorrow.” Then I heard her sigh. “Ash?”
The tone of her voice made me stop and give her my full attention.
“Wanna go out tomorrow night?” Remmi asked, and then she mumbled something I didn’t catch.
This wasn’t the normal, confident, and suave Remmi I knew. This was a new, vulnerable, and nervous sister I’d never spoken to.
“What was that?” I asked, stepping closer to her.
“I said,” Remmi started. “Do you want to go out tomorrow night… with me?” Then her voice dropped to a whisper. “On a date?”
I stared at her briefly, wondering if I’d heard that right. Had my older sister just asked me out on a date?
I glanced at the door, then went over and locked it, pulling her to the far side of the room.
“You want to go on a… date?” I whispered. “A date, date?” I wasn’t sure what she meant.
Remmi nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“I take it you’d like to… afterward?” I asked.
“Yes,” Remmi whispered, the need in her eyes severe. “But,” she started.
“In the butt?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Remmi laughed and seemed to relax a little.
“No,” Remmi shook her head. “But… I want more than… what it was like this weekend.”
I cocked my head at her in question. I wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted.
Remmi sighed in frustration. “I’m so bad at this.”
“You’re not bad at anything, sis. Just tell me what’s up,” I said kindly.
“I…” Remmi glanced at the door, then leaned in and whispered in my ear just loud enough for me to hear. “I don’t want to fuck for my first time.”
She was close to me, so close I could feel the warmth of her body and the scent of that wonderful perfume. My mouth was suddenly dry.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“… I want you to make love to me,” her voice was so soft I barely heard it.