Remmi was embarrassed to ask me. I mean, I could understand. Asking your sister to take your virginity was one thing. But asking her to make love to you while you’re at it… that was a bit more… personal.
When I looked at her, her eyes were studying the carpet.
“I’ll be honest with you, sis, I don’t have much experience doing that,” I said honestly. Most every person I’d been intimate with had been about fucking.
“It’s OK. It was kind of a tough request before I added the L word. I’m sorry, Ash, I–”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it, Rem; I just said I didn’t have a lot of experience doing it,” I said.
“So… you’ll do it?” she asked, daring to look up at me.
When her eyes met mine, I smiled as warmly as I could. “Of course…” Then I had to add, “What are sisters for?”
***
The next day, school was… weird. Well, I guess it wasn’t the school itself; that was normal. It was just that I was trying to figure out what I was going to do tonight with Remmi. I wasn’t really sure what making love was all about. All I knew was that I didn’t want to disappoint my sister.
I didn’t mention to Terri what I was doing tonight. I was worried it might cause problems and didn’t want to risk it.
Besides, Terri and I had an appointment for Saturday. We’d decided to do another livestream and try out all our new gear.
We were trying something new, something Terri had come up with that I thought was brilliant. We would be broadcasting live on both our channels. Each channel would have two cameras for a total of four camera angles. But, if you wanted access to all four angles, you’d have to be subscribed to both channels. Otherwise, you only got two angles. Normal subscribers were getting double the amount of angles they usually got at no extra cost and if they wanted more, they could pay for it. I thought it was a win-win.
I’d been texting with Remmi on and off all day. I’d mentioned that Terri and I had something on Saturday, and Remmi had told me she knew all about it. Of course she did, she subscribed to both our channels and Terri had been sending advertisement blasts out to our subscribers most of the week.
When I got home, I took a quick shower and got changed. I put on one of the special outfits Remmi had picked for me and took the time to do my makeup and hair. I was pulling out all the stops for Remmi.
When I heard Remmi’s motorcycle pull up, I headed downstairs.
Dad’s eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw me.
“Oh wow!” was all he could manage at first. When he finally recovered, he said, “You look amazing, honey.”
Mom emerged when the doorbell rang. When she saw me, she started to gush about how much of an elegant lady I looked and how proud she was of me.
Remmi opened the door herself since everyone had been so focused on me, they hadn’t bothered to let her in.
Remmi was drop-dead, knock-out gorgeous. She made all my efforts look like I’d just rolled out of bed after an all-night bender. Not that I’d ever done that before.
If Mom had gushed at me, she was swooning over Remmi. She just couldn’t stop with the compliments.
When I glanced at Dad, he was staring at Remmi with his mouth open. Thankfully, all mom’s attention was on Remmi. She didn’t see the pure lust in my father’s eyes. Oh wow, I was going to have to play with that later.
In the meantime, Remmi said we needed to get on the road, or we wouldn’t make our reservation. She was taking me to some swanky restaurant and didn’t want to miss our window.
Mom and Dad said their goodbyes and hugged us both. I didn’t know how Remmi missed our dad’s erection, as it practically impaled me when I hugged him.
We walked out to her bike, and she handed me a spare helmet.
“Sorry, couldn’t get a car tonight,” Remmi apologized.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, but inside, I was crying over how much time I’d wasted on doing my hair. The helmet would destroy my hard work.
“You look amazing!” Remmi said, and straight up meant it.
“It’s all thanks to you; you’re the one who suggested this one,” I said, giving her a little turn.
“I was hoping you’d wear that one. It really shows off your eyes,” Remmi nodded.
I looked down at it and then back at her. “I dunno; I think it shows off my boobs more.” I grinned at her.
“I was being polite… but it does a good job at that, too,” she said.
I secretly thought Remmi had picked this outfit for me because of how it practically turned me into a sex kitten.
“Well, regardless, I look like a ragdoll standing next to you. You didn’t have to try so hard tonight. I’m just your sister, silly,” I teased her.
“That’s the reason I had to,” Remmi said, glancing at me and then back down at her helmet. “Now, let’s get. They’re probably watching and I don’t want to make a scene right here in front of them,” Remmi said, slipping her helmet on before I could reply.
I stared at her for a moment before following suit.
“You know I’ve only ridden with you once, right?” I said through the helmet’s built-in two-way.
“Easy as riding a bike,” Remmi laughed.
“Bullshit,” I laughed back. Remmi gave me a quick refresher and we were off. I was nervous and wrapped my arms around her waist as I leaned into her. Luckily, it didn’t take long for us to get to the restaurant, and I could open my eyes.
“You did not have your eyes closed the entire ride!” Remmi said in disgust as we dismounted.
“Only a little bit,” I lied.
“What am I going to do with you?” she asked and I bit my tongue. Normally, I’d make a very rude suggestion, but I didn’t want to tonight. I was going to try and be on my best behavior for her and not the rude, foul-mouthed tart I usually was. So, instead, I just smiled at her as we went into the restaurant.
It was a fondue restaurant called “The Melty Pot.” I’d never had fondue before, but Remmi guaranteed I’d love it. The restaurant was in the basement of an old office building and had an almost cave-like feeling. I so wanted to make a Batman joke, but I held off. I was going to be elegant and classy tonight, even if it killed me.
There were booths with what looked like hot plates built into the tables. People had small pots of oil or chocolate and were dipping all sorts of stuff in them. The chocolate piqued my interest straight away.
The hostess passed by all these tables and turned off into a back corner where a small booth was tucked away, out of sight. She ushered us into the small, L-shaped booth, just big enough to seat two comfortably. Then, as she left, she pulled a curtain across the opening, leaving us in complete privacy.
I glanced at the heavy curtain that seemed to dampen sound and then looked at Remmi.
She shrugged, “I wanted tonight to be something nice… something special. So, I got us a private table.”