My Little Sister's Visit
Chapter 10: A Bit of Greek
This story takes place in the summer of 1970, a year or so before I met Jean.
There are no cell phones, no personal computers, and no internet.
No one under 18 has sex.
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A group of rowdy Cornell alumni caught up with us in the Arts Quad. I think they were the same ones who had intruded on my photography session on the suspension bridge. This time, they found me posing my little sister kneeling at the feet of the statue of Ezra Cornell. Megan had stripped naked and was pretending to give the university founder a blow job. My sister shrieked when their camera flashes interrupted us. She stood up and stared at her excited admirers as they snapped one photo after another. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car. She didn't even make an effort to cover her breasts or her freshly shaved pussy. I had to grab her hand to break the spell. I snatched up her clothes before we ran away, laughing our heads off. We paused long enough for her to dress behind Sage Chapel before running the rest of the way to college town.
By now, both of us were starving. It had been hours since Megan and I had eaten a late breakfast. Smoking the last two remaining joints of Weed's potent marijuana had increased our appetites exponentially. I was eager to introduce my unsophisticated sister to Greek food. We'd never had anything like it growing up in Southern California.
We only slowed down once we reached the bridge over Cascadilla Gorge between the campus and college town. We were both out of breath and sweating. It was early August, and it could be a couple of weeks before the hot and humid weather broke.
I shuddered as we hurried past Tony's Pizza Parlor. I figured that I would have to wait a month or two before eating there again. The memory of my sister's gang bang at the hands of the Cornell football team was too fresh in everyone's memory. Tonight, we would enjoy delicious Greek food at the Acropolis, which was a little further down the block. Hector and Phoebe Vasilakis were the owners, and they employed their children and their nieces and nephews as waiters and cooks.
The restaurant was well known among college students for the size of its flavorful portions. The combination of good cheap food and inexpensive Greek wines meant the place was always packed during the school year. A full restaurant and rapid turnover were their keys to success. Even though it was summer break, I shouldn't have been surprised to find the place packed. After all, it was alumni week.
I bought a cold carafe of Santorini, a good, inexpensive white wine, at the bar. No one asked for Jean's ID when I asked for two glasses. One of Hector's pretty young nieces, Maia, led us to the only available seating in the back. We climbed a couple of steps to reach the raised section that held a half dozen small booths overlooking a sea of twenty or so tables. Every other seating was occupied, and the restaurant was filled with a boisterous crowd. Maia said that orders were running slow, and it might be twenty minutes before our waitress appeared. Before she could escape, I ordered the appetizer plate.
It soon became apparent why the booth had been empty. The vent for the air conditioner was directly overhead, and it was blowing frigid air directly down on our sweaty bodies as the old AC struggled to cool the crowded room. Both of us were lightly dressed. I was wearing a teeshirt and nylon basketball shorts. My sister was wearing her crop top and pleated miniskirt, both made from lightweight cotton. Until the airline delivered her lost luggage, they were the only clothes she had to her name. Poor Megan didn't even have the slight bit of extra warmth provided by underwear since she had lost hers during yesterday's adventures.
We huddled together to share our body heat while we guzzled chilled wine. I don't know about Megan, but running had made me thirsty. We gulped down the first glass, and I quickly poured a refill. I hoped the waitress would bring water soon. Downing a large carafe of wine on an empty stomach was guaranteed to lead to trouble even if Megan helped me drink half.
However, I blame Weed's potent, inhibition-melting marijuana for what happened next. I had my arm around the bare shoulders of my shivering sister. The straps of her gossamer crop top had fallen off her shoulders during our run across campus, leaving most of her breasts on display. The only things keeping her flimsy top from falling off were her hard pointy nipples. She had to be aware of how much soft flesh she had exposed, but I think she was beyond caring.
It no longer mattered that she was my sister. We'd already had sex twice yesterday, and I hoped to spend tonight in bed with my gorgeous sister. The sight of her plump breasts was as intoxicating as her delicious fragrance. Her golden locks smelled of shampoo, but the citrus and spice didn't mask the arousing scent of her body, still warm and sweaty from our run across campus.
My cock was rock hard even before her exploring hand found my erection separated from her fingers by only the thin nylon of my shorts. Our lips met, and our tongues began a familiar dance. My hand found her thigh, and I slid my eager fingers up the outside of her long, athletic leg. Megan shifted her closest leg over my thigh and lifted her ass to give me access to her bare sex. She moaned when my fingers slipped around her naked ass cheek and found heaven.
It was my turn to groan when she shoved her hand inside the waistband of my basketball shorts. Her cold hand on my erection was as painful as it was arousing. Unfortunately, I wasn't enough of a contortionist to reach her clit no matter how hard I tried. I was dying to see her reaction when my cold fingers touched her sensitive little nub. It would have served her right for jacking me off with her freezing hand. Oh my God, we were so fucked up after two fat joints. I swear that I would have screwed my little sister right there in the booth if Maia hadn't arrived with our appetizer platter.
"Maybe, you guys could promise to behave yourselves if I serve you dinner soon. You're disturbing everyone in the place with your indecent display."
I looked around the room and saw many heads quickly turn away when I tried to make eye contact. I don't know what they were staring at unless it was the tops of my sister's spectacular breasts that were prominently on display. The table hid the rest of my sister's gorgeous body from my sight. Well, I wasn't going to argue against quicker service. I was starving.
Megan shifted her attention to the waitress but left her thigh draped over mine. She had been confused by the menu, so I ordered a classic Greek dish. "We'll have two Moussaka dinners and another carafe of Santorini, please."
Maia said, "Great. I'll have that to you by the time you finish your mezzo platter. Maybe eating the appetizers will help keep your hands occupied."
Megan said, "What's Moussaka?"
"You'll love it. It's a creamy dish of spiced ground beef cooked in tomato sauce and then layered with fried eggplant and bechamel sauce. It's absolutely delicious. Meanwhile, we have a ton of tasty appetizers to share."
My sister cautiously poked a stuffed grape leaf with her fork. "I don't know what any of this stuff is. What should I try first?"
"That's the problem with growing up in a conservative suburb of LA. All we get exposed to are hamburgers, French fries, and milkshakes. The most exotic food in town is Mexican."
