Confused and jet-lagged, I strutted out of the arrivals entrance at LA international airport, pushing my luggage on a trolley and towing my handbag over my shoulder. I scanned the arrivals lounge for my brother, Drew. Apart from a photo he once sent me, I had no idea what he would look like. I slouched back onto one of my legs so that my blue dress revealed a little thigh.
"Katie!" The strong twang of an American accent behind me startled me.
I darted my head behind me, and had the first glimpse of my brother. He had an athletic figure dressed in a fawn shirt and baggy cargo pants. He had dark hair, simular to mine. And he was HOT. He was even hotter than in the photo he sent of himself to me. But I had to keep that thought to myself.
He stretched out his arms, and I found myself enclosed in him against his chest.
"How's my little sister?"
"I was scared we wouldn't recognise each other." I told him.
I felt so secure and connected with him. He smelt of cologne and a whiff of aftershave. His arms were strong around me.
Drew had been born when my mother was very young and my parents weren't married yet. He was adopted out to my mother's best friend who lived in LA, although my family comes from sleepy remote Perth in Western Australia. I was born six years after Drew, and we'd chosen to become pen-pals. After he sent me his photo; I had dreamed about him and fantasised about him. Sometimes I would take his photo and stick it up on the bathroom wall so I could watch him as I fingered myself in the bath. I knew it was wrong, but at that stage it had only been a fantasy that I hadn't taken seriously, until he invited me to stay with him for a week at his place in LA.
I withdrew my body away from Drew's. "That's a lot of luggage." He exclaimed, pushing the 'smart cart' for me. I watched his arms and mentally traced around his biceps and brachioradialis muscles.
"Well, I stopped in Singapore and went shopping." I explained. When I was in Singapore, I had brought a pair of bikinis as I had been fantasising about Drew seeing me in them.
Outside the terminal it was dark, 2am in LA time, and there were yellow taxis everywhere honking and people buzzing up and down in a wide variety of tongues pushing their trolleys. He led me around to a car park, and we got in the car. I feel asleep in the car on the way to Drew's place. He opened the car door, and I almost flopped over onto him. "We're here now," he said, "I've already brought your luggage in, its in your room."
He held my arm as I climbed out of the car. I had a suspicion that he was looking at my cleavage, and stuck my chest out more to display one of my more potent man-attracting features. I felt a little sensitive when he touched me. He led me up some stairs to his guest room.
"Jeez, you're exhausted." He said. I sat on my bed and started to unstrap my stiletos. "How do you wear these things on aeroplanes? Don't you fall over?" He asked. "I'll leave you to it. I'll be downstairs if you want to talk, It's 4am now so I mind as well stay up until work."
He closed the door. The room was small and there was a window and a bed. I opened up one of my suitcases and pulled out a pink lingerie dress. It came down to the tops of my thighs, and I couldn't bend over in it without displaying my arse which is how wanted it. I carefully selected which pair of panties to wear with it. I choose a small white hipster pair that displayed a little bit of bum cheek.
I wanted Drew. I embarked on going down the stairs to have a chat.
