A brisk November snow blew towards Pete’s windshield as the city's skyline rose into view. "I can't believe you did that! You've crossed the line this time! Who do you take me for?" Katrina kept yelling over and over again in his mind. Her angry expression was all Pete could think of as he hurtled down the dark highway. It had been forty eight hours since Katrina erupted at him for taking a picture of her passed out with a gob of his cum hanging off her chin. He snapped the photo two weeks prior on their anniversary after she swallowed his load while heavily intoxicated. The picture was meant to be a private joke between them, but Katrina found nothing funny about it and accused Pete of taking advantage of her and committing a "betrayal of trust". After demanding he delete the photograph from his digital camera she stormed out of his bedroom refusing to talk to him since. The argument marked their first real blow up.
Pete now felt glad to be leaving for the weekend to meet with his step-sister, Rebecca. Any hesitation he felt over the impending reunion had lifted. He promised Rebecca to speak with her face-to-face at the college dormitory she shared with Samantha, her roommate and lover. They decided it best if he spent Friday and Saturday night with them and make a weekend of it. She sent him directions in an e-mail and asked him to come alone. “I’m all alone now, no doubt about it!” Pete muttered under his breath as angry with his girlfriend as he was with himself.
Pete had no difficulty finding the college campus, even at night, but had to ask directions for Johnson Hall, Rebecca's dormitory. After a few knocks on door 26, Rebecca answered, greeting her step-brother with a hug. "What? No strange kiss this time?" Pete thought, remembering the last time she had hugged him.
"I'm glad you made it, Pete. Why don't you set your bag down in the closet and make yourself at home?"
Impressed by the large ivy covered building that was Johnson Hall, Pete was little prepared for the sizeable loft-style rooms inside. "It's good to win a scholarship," he thought to himself. The entrance sat two steps higher than the rest of the room. From it, he looked to his right and saw a small bathroom. A kitchenette and closet lie to his left. Centered on the lower level stood a long narrow desk topped by cabinets that reached up to the ceiling. It had clearly been built to separate both sides of the room. Tall bay windows now gathering snow on their ledges sat above each girl's bed. When Pete descended the steps he found a small, cozy looking lounge area tucked behind the kitchenette and opposite what was obviously Rebecca's side of the dorm room.
"It's good to win a scholarship," Rebecca said as she motioned for Pete to sit on the loveseat in the lounge.
“My thoughts exactly,“ Pete shot back noticeably impressed as his step-sister offered him a beer from the fridge.
“Where’s Samantha?” He asked.
“She’s out of town tonight. She’s on the debate team and is probably trouncing the competition as we speak. She won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. That’s why I think tonight’s the perfect time to, ah, you know, um, sorry, this is hard for me,” Rebecca said looking uncomfortable.
“It’s cool, I haven’t told a soul about you and Samantha and believe me, whatever it is you need to say, well, I feel like I owe it to you to listen. Why don‘t we start with some small talk and catch up over a couple more beers? There‘s a good hockey game on tonight.”
As they chatted, Pete noticed how much more feminine in appearance Rebecca seemed. He had never known her to wear make up except on special occasions. He was not sure why she had painted her face this evening, but thought it made her look even more like Rachel Leigh Cook than usual. Even her ever-boyish short hair seemed stylized towards the feminine. The most striking change of all being the change in her dress. She had substituted her usual sporty getup for a white silk blouse décolleté enough to show off a good deal of cleavage. The pinstripes on her tight black pants outlined her muscular thighs and taut ass. It was faint, but he thought she smelled of lilac. Of course, after their encounter in her bedroom he did not know what to expect from his step-sister any longer.
“Wow! I can’t believe you and Katrina had a fight. I’m sure you two’ll make up. Want another beer?” Rebecca asked in the cocky tomboyish way Pete knew so well and was almost relieved to hear.
After retrieving the beverage, Rebecca decided it was time to lay it all on the line. "Okay, Pete, enough chit chat. I’m ready to, to say what it is I, ah, I need to say,” Rebecca stated looking as though she were trying to convince herself as much as anyone else, sitting straight up in the chair across from Pete.
Before Pete could say anything Rebecca blurted out, “Me and Samantha are not lesbians.”
“What?” Pete burst out. “No, I don’t think so ’Becca! I saw you with my own two eyes, I saw you plain as day, I saw you...”
“We’re bisexuals - Samantha more so.” Rebecca interrupted without expression.
“Oh!” Pete stopped himself. “Is that it? Is that all that’s been bugging you?”
“No, that’s just the beginning,” Rebecca responded. She then lowered her head and closed her eyes.
“Here goes! When my dad left us I knew I had to be tough and be there for mom. That partially explains why I’ve always been so withdrawn and hard on you and your dad or anyone else that got between us. I guess I’ve permanently set myself on ‘defensive’. Also, I don’t know if you remember it or not, but I was the first one to be friends with Katrina. As a matter of fact I had my first girl-girl kiss with her behind the old oak tree in our backyard.”
Pete had been sipping beer when Rebecca made the confession. He spit the beer out , stupefied, and asked, “Whaaa?”
“Yeah, it’s true! We both promised never to tell, but well, you know, whatever. Now let me finish. When you two became close friends and started going out I became extremely bitter and jealous. Chalk it up to teenage immaturity, but I secretly disowned you afterwards. On top of everything else, I became more and more aware of my attraction for girls. I had always kind of known, but when puberty hit and it intensified I beat myself up on the inside and I guess I dealt with my self-hatred by taking it out on you. I still liked guys though none of the boys in high school measured up and always paled in comparison to the girls I was attracted to. When I met Samantha we both knew it was love at first sight. I’ve never been happier or more over my foolish resentment towards you and Katrina, but the truth is, Pete, I feel like I need your forgiveness. I feel ashamed of myself and need atonement or some kinda closure. You needn't take it, but I do give you my most sincere and heartfelt apologies."
Pete looked his step-sister in the eye and reminded her of his promise to make it up to her after bursting in on her and Samantha. "All is forgiven Rebecca. We can call it even between ourselves. You only have to promise not to put the moves on Katrina."
Rebecca burst out laughing. "Don't worry about it."
The humour had lifted the mood and each felt much more comfortable with the other. Rebecca still held one last bomb for Pete and felt her heart pound as she risked dropping it.
