The day after the library, I avoided my apartment and my sister altogether. Try as I might, I couldn't wrap my head around what we'd done. She called a few times but I didn't answer and she didn't leave any messages. The day passed too quickly. My concentration was shot. I knew I couldn't go back home, not yet. I went to a bar downtown to think things over. It was 9:30 on an October weeknight and I was into my second beer when somebody sat down next to me at the bar and said, "Hi, stranger."
It was my neighbor, the cute blonde one with the full lips. She wore a dark blue university t-shirt that stretched the university letters across her sizeable breasts. Her plaid skirt reached just above her tanned knees. She was wearing knee-high socks and two-inch pumps. Her name was Sandy. She was 22. As far as I knew, she didn't have a boyfriend.
Sandy asked me how I was and thanked me again for helping her move that chair in a couple weeks ago. Then she dropped a bomb.
"I'm down here with your sister Jessica. We didn't know you'd be here. You should come sit with us!"
I looked over my shoulder, hoping that maybe I had some other sister named Jessica that I'd never met. No such luck.
At a booth in the corner of the bar sat Jessica, drinking some sort of fruity-looking concoction, her lips pursed around a long straw. She wore a black mini-skirt and a tight white wife-beater that did nothing to hide the black bra she was wearing beneath it. Her creamy arms were toned. Her black bob hairdo emphasized the lines of her jaw and her neck. She smiled at me and all I could think was that nobody should look that good.
"I can't," I said. "It's been a bad day and I...I just need some time to decompress. Maybe later."
Sandy told me not to wait too long and then she went back to the booth.
Should I stay or go? The bar wasn't packed, but there were a good number of people there. A lot of guys. No big secret who they would be hitting on most of the night. Hitting on both of them probably. Thinking about it, I felt too jealous for my own comfort. I ordered a shot of Irish whisky and when that was burning in my belly I stood up and walked over to the booth and sat down next to my beautiful little sister. I tried not to think of how I'd had my tongue in her ass this same time last night.
The two of them were giggling.
"What are we talking about?" I asked. A waitress asked if I needed anything and the bar in her tongue brought a whole slew of idea to mind. I was polite, though, and just ordered another round for the table.
"We," said Sandy, "are discussing boys."
"Oh no!"
"Oh yes," said Jessica.
I stopped paying attention to what they were talking about and started paying attention to Sandy. She smiled at me a lot and after a few minutes it was clear she wasn't the least bit sorry to have run into me. I wasn't sorry either. I wondered if she'd been a cheerleader in high school. I wondered if she still had her uniform.
"Were you a cheerleader?"
"What?"
"I bet you were a cheerleader. Your legs are just, it's like they're sculpted."
She looked at Jessica and laughed. "Yes, okay, I was a cheerleader."
"I bet you looked good in that uniform," said Jessica.
"I would bet a thousand dollars she still does," I said.
"Well maybe I didn't throw it away," Sandy said. She winked at me. At least, I think she did. My eyes had strayed to the letters on her chest.
Before I could suggest we race back to her apartment to search her closet for the uniform, the girls excused themselves and got up to use the bathroom. We'd all had a few by then. I felt warm and happy and whatever had happened with my sister seemed dreamy and not all that important. When the girls came back, Sandy slid into the booth next to me. Jessica sat across from me and gave me the world's most obvious wink. Both girls erupted in laughter. I pretended not to know what was going on.
Sandy was asking me about classes, leaning in close to me, her hand on my thigh and mine on hers. That's when I felt Jessica's foot in my crotch.
I shot her a look but she just went on sucking her pina colada through the thick straw. I was hard now. Jessica leaned back and slid her toes up and down my cock.
Sandy hadn't noticed. Sandy was a lightweight and three drinks had put her over the top.
"You know," she said into my ear, "we should hang out more. You should come over some night so I can show you my collection."
"That sounds like a great idea. I'd love to see your collection. What do you collect?"
Jessica stopped stroking my cock. I was relieved and a little disappointed.
Sandy was about to tell me what her collection was but then her eyes widened. She looked at Jessica.
It took me about two seconds to realize Jessica's toes were now between Sandy's thighs. I looked out at the bar but only the bartender had noticed the brunette across from me molesting the blonde beside me. The music was loud enough for no one to hear. The bartender was staring but he wasn't saying anything.
Jessica slid down in her seat a few inches. Sandy gasped.
"You're naughty," said Jessica.
Sandy's eyes were closed. I looked at my sister, who mouthed the words "No underwear" to me. Right now my sister's big toe was sliding up and down Sandy's wet slit. Now teasing her clit.
Sandy looked over at me. "Sorry," she said. "I just didn't feel well for a moment." She leaned into me, her breasts against my arm. I put my arm around her shoulders so she was leaning against my chest.
"You all right, Sandy?"
