Throughout my whole life my parents told me about my half-sister, Jennifer. She's from a previous marriage of my dad's and although I always here about her, I've never actually met her because for some reason my dad didn't want me to. I wanted to find out who my sister was but I didn't think that I ever would. But with technology nowadays, things change. One night, I was online in my off-campus apartment and I found an email look-up directory. I figured that I would try it out, see if I could get an address. So I put in her name and as state she lived in (as far as I knew she was still in California). I waited a few seconds for the results to come up and when they did I only got one result back. Staring at my screen I was wondering if I should send this person an email. After debating for a half hour I decided to go for it. But now what was I going to say? Think, what can you say to make it look like you're actually trying to find a long lost sister and not look like a cyber stalker? I decided to just start typing.
HELLO, MY NAME IS JOHN GREENE, THE SON OF LOUIS AND MARY GREENE. I KNOW THAT THIS MAY SOUND WEIRD BUT I'M LOOKING FOR LOUIS'S DAUGHTER FROM HIS FIRST MARRIAGE AND I WAS WONDERING IF IT WAS YOU.
I went on to add a little more detail and where we live so she could have a better understanding of the situation. I didn't even look it over because I knew that if I did it would look horrible so I just pushed send and waited for a reply. A couple of days passed before I got one. I opened the email, expecting a reply saying that it was the wrong person. I was shocked when it said:
DEAR JOHN, FROM WHAT YOU SAID IN YOUR EMAIL IT SOUNDS AS IF YOU FOUND THE RIGHT PERSON. GIVE ME A CALL SOMTIME AFTER 7:00 TONIGHT SO WE COULD TALK SOME MORE.
Her number was as the bottom of the mail so I jotted it down. Wow, I thought, I found my sister, this is so cool. Okay, so, call after seven, talk about the last twenty years, maybe set a day to meet up. What time is it now? 3:55! Oh shit, I still have one last class!
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After finishing up my last class of the day, which I was late to, I decided to go the library to study for an upcoming test, and also to kill time. When 7:30 rolled around I decided to pack it up and head back to my apartment. I put my backpack away and found my sister's phone number. Nervously I dialed the number. After ringing three times, someone picked up. I just knew that it was her. We talked for hours, like siblings who haven't spoken in only one year, but we had twenty years to catch up on. Around eleven I realized that I had to wake up early in the morning. I told her so but she had one last thing.
"What's you address, John? I want to come see you.β Well that was kind of a surprise. I gave it to her and then what she said next was really surprising. "Okay, I'll be there this weekend. Bye, Johnny." Well, I'll see her this weekend.
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During our conversation I found out that she lives in Berkeley. With me living in Fresno I figured that it wouldn't be until the afternoon that I saw her. So I got up early (on a Saturday mind you) and fixed up my place as best I could. About a quarter to one I heard a knocking on my door. I opened it up and there stood the vision of beauty. Five-foot-nine, light brown hair, ice blue eyes, and a set of tits to be sucked on forever, a nice 34B if I had to guess. In case you're wondering, yes I got an instant hard-on, and the first thing she did was wrap her arms around me in a big hug, which I'm sure just pressed my hard-on against her thigh.
"Oh my God, so you're my little brother? You don't look so little to me." She said looking me up and down, noticing my bulge, I'm sure.
"Yup, that's me, the, little, brother." I couldn't focus anymore. I loud voice in my head was saying, "This chick is fucking hot!" And then another one threw in it's opinion, "Numbnuts, she's your sister." We spent the rest of the afternoon continuing on our phone conversation. Before we knew it, night had fallen and it was time to eat. We went out to a decent steakhouse and then went back to my place. We walked in the door and as she went to sit down on the couch, I brought with me a couple of beers out of the refrigerator. We watched television together as we both put away the beers. Around midnight after putting away a 12 pack (and a couple shots of Jack to go along with it) we both decided that it was time for bed, get an early start on the next day. Being the gentleman that I was, I let her sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch. After showing her around, in case she needed something during the night, she asked me if I had an extra blanket in case it got really cold at night. Saying that I did, I went to the hall closet to get one of my spare blankets. I couldn't have been gone for more than fifteen seconds, but that was enough to give me the surprise of my life when I got back. Standing in the doorway, I saw my "new" sister. In fact, I saw all of her. How the hell did she get undressed so fast?
Upon regaining some control back I asked her, "What are you doing?"
"Well, while we sitting on the couch, drinking away, I just got so fucking horny. Are you saying that you don't want me little brother? Cause if you do, I know that you're full of shit. I saw your eyes pop out the first time you saw me, and you haven't been able to take your eyes off of me yet."
"But we can't do anything like this. I'm your brother."