I Met My Sister on Valentine's Day

As we sat there quietly, I kept replaying it in my mind. I could almost feel her body against mine, and goosebumps covered my body from feeling her breath against my bare shoulder.

I didn't know why, but I couldn't get over the fact that she ultimately hopped off me like nothing had even happened. It's not like I wanted more, or wished she would have straddled me any longer... Though, if I were being completely honest... I wouldn't have minded getting another glimpse of those garnet panties...

It was just a weird time for me, and I was confused about so many different things. However, having my sister there, who didn't even seem friendly with me, still had me on the edge of my seat, hoping to gain her approval.

Suddenly, she broke the silence, asking, "Are you going to be all weird about what happened at the apartment? You seem really uneasy, even more so than before."

As I looked over at her, feeling even more intimidated, I couldn't help but notice how breathtaking she was. Her luscious hair, her silky skin... My heart was racing all over again, picturing her on top of me.

Before I could muster up a response, she attempted to calm my nerves by explaining, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I can just be a little quirky at times. No need to make a big deal of it."

I didn't know whether she actually believed that or not. "Quirky" definitely wasn't the word I would have used to describe her actions. Her movements, her presence... they were all so seductive... There wasn't a man in the world who could have resisted her if she sunk her claws into them the way she did me.

Finally when we parked, I was ready to give May a response. "I'm okay with you touching me," I explained, unable to make eye contact with her. "I was just afraid I made a terrible first impression."

May accepted my answer, though I could never tell when she was actually satisfied with something. Still, without another word, we both got out of the car and made our way towards the theater.

On that short walk, I noticed what a gorgeous night it was. Everything about it screamed Valentine's Day... at least for those who were actually on dates with their significant others.

The air was cool with just a slight breeze sifting through our hair. The night sky was breathtaking, and all the lights and stars seemed brighter than ever before. We could hear giggling all around from all the couples so eager to enjoy a movie date on the most romantic night of the year.

For the first time that night, I felt envious of those who had someone special in their lives. February fourteenth had always just been another day on the calendar for me, except for the years I had a boyfriend. Then, it just meant expectations....

Somehow, this particular night felt so different. Walking side by side with May, I looked over at her and wondered if she could feel it too. As I focused my attention on her, I couldn't help but notice how close we were as we approached the movie house. Maybe it was the other couples rubbing off on us, but we were walking so close, I could feel her arm gently brushing against mine.

Suddenly something happened, and I was sure it was just me overreacting once again. Her hand got so close to mine I could feel the warmth radiating from it. For a second, it almost felt natural to grab it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it... That's when her palm touched mine, and I instantly reacted by grabbing it. For a split second, we were holding hands as we walked together to our Valentine's Day movie date.

May quickly pulled her hand away from me, and when I glanced at her face that I assumed would be red, she simply reacted by saying, "Oh, sorry. I guess I didn't realize how close I was. I must have gotten distracted."

"Oh... that's okay..." I muttered, hoping she hadn't noticed how badly I was blushing. But standing there, staring into her deep eyes, I needed another moment so I could just take in how beautiful her face was. And in that instant, I asked myself, Would it be so bad to hold hands with her?

That question ran through my mind the entire way, even after we took our seats inside. I knew there was no way I could really ask her to hold hands with me. It was acceptable for some sisters to do it, but typically not step-sisters who hardly knew each other.

Even when the movie started, I could barely keep my eyes on the screen. Every opportunity I got, I glanced over towards May just to get a look at her face... or even her hand...

I didn't really want to use the armrest we were sharing, but seeing her hand up there, I wondered what her reaction would be if I put mine on top of hers. But then, as she looked towards me with a confused glare, I quickly looked down at my own lap.

"If you're not going to watch the movie, then maybe I should have just come by myself," she whispered, causing me to shriek. I didn't know whether she had caught me looking at her or my own lap, but either way, I was overcome with guilt.

The movie played for a bit, and it was quite the cheesy cliche. It was about two people who had nothing in common and eventually had their first date on Valentine's Day. I could almost predict everything that would happen, line for line, so my thoughts naturally wandered back to the more complicated conundrum happening in my own life.

Not wanting to distract her again, I whispered to May, "I'll be right back." I then went to the restroom and splashed some water on my face, thinking that would wake me up from my distracted state.

As I walked down the hallway, I noticed all the couples once again, some of which were probably on their first dates. I suddenly felt lonely now that I didn't at least have my pretend date, May, there to keep me company.

The smell of popcorn then caught my attention. I didn't know if it was because I saw a happy couple sharing a box as they passed. Regardless, whether it was the aroma of a true movie date, or just something salty to satisfy my cravings, I decided to turn back and get a box.

I munched on my popcorn the entire way, almost excited to share with my new sister. However, as I took a seat next to her, she just looked at me with a confused expression.

With a few kernels in my hand, I paused just before putting them into my mouth while May and I gazed at each other. Still holding the salty snacks in my fingertips, I simply whispered to her, "Do you want some popcorn?"

After staring at me for a couple seconds with her eyebrows raised, May simply nodded her head and whispered, "Sure..." Then, causing my heart to jump, she leaned over the armrest and took the kernels into her mouth directly off my fingers.

As if that wasn't startling enough, instead of pulling away immediately, May sucked on my fingertips, absorbing the last bits of the buttery saltiness into her mouth. She even massaged the tip of my finger with her tongue before simply pulling away and chewing on the popcorn as if nothing even happened.

When she looked up at me, my eyes were wide and my lip was quivering. As she shook her head at me in confusion, I frantically reacted, "Why... why did you... eat straight from my hand?!"

Quickly, her eyebrows went from being raised to furrowed. In an annoyed tone, she shot back, "Why did you hold the popcorn up like that if you didn't want me to take it from your hand?"

"I didn't mean it like that! I was going to hand you the bucket. And why did you suck on my fingers?!"

"You're the one that offered to feed me popcorn, and now you're trying to turn me into the weird one?!"

Eventually, someone from behind shushed us, so our argument had to come to a stop. In truth, it was probably a good thing, because my mind was starting to go into a frenzy from the way she sensually licked and sucked on my fingers.

This was yet another example of how any male in my shoes would have been turned on by Mays "quirky" actions. Even I was starting to get hot as I sat there reminiscing on the way her tongue felt against my skin.

I was brought back to the moment she straddled me on the couch and leaned into my neck and shoulder. Maybe I did wish she would have done something sensual like that to my vulnerable body. It was wrong and taboo, but the more I thought about it the more I squirmed in my seat.

I was eventually able to focus on the movie again as it reached its ending sequence. The climax of the story turned out to be even more cliché than I expected. It turned out there was a superstition that if a new couple had their first kiss on Valentine's Day, fate would ultimately keep them together.

When the movie ended and the credits began to roll, May and I just sat there as everyone else got up and left. I didn't know if she was waiting for something, or if she felt as awkward as I did after taking the popcorn from my fingers. Either way, we stayed for what felt like forever, until the screen went completely black.

After the awkward moments and confrontations we had earlier, I was terrified to even look in her direction. I just sat there staring forward at the blank screen, hoping she would make a move.

Eventually, I felt her eyes on me as she turned her body and rested her chin on her knuckles. As I slowly looked over, I was intimidated by the intense stare she gave me. It didn't look angry or annoyed, like the usual expression on her face. This time, she actually looked curious...

I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was a strange feeling in my heart. It may have had something to do with the movie, or the fact that it was Valentine's Day, but something about sitting alone with her, staring into each other's eyes, made time feel like it had stopped.

Slowly, May licked her lips and closed her eyes. As I noticed her face getting closer, I squirmed at the prospect of what I thought might happen next.

This can't be happening! I squealed in my head as I felt her breath drawing closer to my lips. Shaking nervously, I watched on as her body hovered over the armrest, and her face came within inches of mine.

It would have felt natural to just close my eyes for some reason and allow what I thought was about to happen. However, I was so petrified, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

My lips quivered as May drew ever so close. Then, just before I thought it was about to happen, she opened her eyes and stared at me with a confused expression. "Are you ready... to leave?"

Jumping back in shock, I shouted in a high pitch, "Why did you get so close to me to ask that?!"

Returning back to her seat, May simply explained, "You already got me in trouble once for being too loud. I figured we should whisper until we leave."

I looked around at all the empty seats surrounding us. Letting out a groan, I shot back, "There's no one even here anymore!"

"Whatever," she retorted, rolling her eyes while getting up to her feet. "Let's just go."

Walking with her back to the car, I couldn't help but notice that similar feeling I had when we first arrived at the theater. We were side by side, walking together in silence. Although the day had been awkward, something about the atmosphere that night made me think it would have been nice to hold hands with somebody... even if it were my weird sister.

Her hand brushed mine, and mine brushed hers, but never once did I look over at her for the nonverbal cue I was hoping for. More so, never ever could I bring myself to ask her to hold hands.

Just then, I noticed the bright stars were now gone, and a mist in the air started to turn into a light drizzle. I contemplated rushing with May to the car, but she just kept walking as if it didn't bother her at all.

Somehow, a light bit of rain felt even more romantic than the starry skies we were surrounded with before. She then grabbed a hold of my elbow, clutching onto it with both her arms. It wasn't holding hands like I had hoped for, but even though I knew it was probably another one of her "quirky" moments, I couldn't help but notice how right it felt.

I looked over at May, ready for her to tell me how it was just another misunderstanding. However, she didn't pull away from me this time. She just looked into my eyes, pressing her chest against my arm as she expressed, "Sorry.... I get cold pretty easily."

"That's... that's okay..." I stuttered, almost more nervous that she was being direct with me for once. Then, seeing her so vulnerable, I took a deep breath and gathered myself as I assisted her the rest of the way to the car.

"Tell me something, Kay," she prompted as we exited the parking lot. "Obviously, it was wrong of my mom to lie to me to get me here... but why did you let her drop this responsibility on you? She's not your mother. You don't owe her anything."

I thought about her question for a moment as the droplets of rain landed on my windshield. The easy answer was that I just got suckered into hosting her. However, it would be a lie if I tried to convey that as the entire story.

"Sharon can be a handful sometimes," I admitted, letting out a deep sigh. "But at the end of the day... she makes my dad happy... and I'm willing to do what I can to keep him happy."

May didn't smile, but something about her seemed content with my answer. It could have been that there was no snarky comment for her to make. It could have also meant that I was starting to understand what she felt inside.

"Meeting you under these circumstances was a lot to drop on my plate at the last minute," I further continued, revealing a bit more of what I felt in my heart. "To be honest, I figured you wouldn't like me, and this night would be a disaster for both of us. Even so, It was important that I did my best for our parents' sake."

After a long pause, May just whispered, "Interesting..." I couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or not. All I could do was accept the cold silence that came with it.

The rain picked up, and it was hardly worth having any further conversation. I had to concentrate on the road, and the sound of the water banging on my windshield made it difficult to talk to each other, anyway.

When we got back to the apartment, she didn't hold on to my arm again like I hoped she would. Instead, we just hurried to the door to get out of the rain as quickly as possible.

We got inside and I was anxious to continue our conversation, thinking there was some actual progress in our fake kinship. To my surprise, May was the one to talk first, but she quickly made me realize I didn't hit all the positive notes I thought I did. "I disagree with your line of thinking," she expressed, taking another sip straight from the bottle of wine we left in the kitchen.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's honorable that you want to make your dad and my mom happy. Even I can appreciate that you took time out of your day to host me. But the theories you live by just don't work for me."

"That's okay," I responded in a calm tone. "You don't have to agree with me. It's just how I choose to live my life."

"I guess you and I are just different," she replied, taking another drink from the bottle. "I'm not the type of person to let others take advantage of me. I have to take care of myself, because if I don't... then who will?"

"Maybe both of our philosophies are right. Perhaps yours works for you because you haven't been around the right people."

Surprisingly, I could feel the disappointment in May's eyes as she shot back, "That sounds like the opinion of someone who's used to being taken advantage of."

"I disagree, but you're entitled to your own opinions," I calmly replied as I followed her into the living room.

"Like I said, you and I are just different. You probably think I'm a pessimist, but I think you're the naïve type of person who believes in fairy tales like the movie we just watched."

As I took a moment to think back on the movie, I became slightly bothered that May would think I believed in fictional stories like that. I replayed the ending in my head, when the couple had their first kiss on Valentine's Day before making my response.

"That movie was obviously based on an untrue folklore," I expressed with a sigh. "It was just portraying a love story. Obviously, I know that a first kiss on Valentine's Day doesn't mean a couple is destined to be together. The story was attempting to represent the spirit of the holiday, not display a literal road map. "

"Yeah, whatever you say..." she responded, all but confirming our night would end in quarrel. Then, turning her back towards me, she asked, "By the way, does your offer to let me sleep in your room still stand? It's been a long day and I'm pretty tired."

"Uh... yeah, sure. Just let me grab some stuff out of there," I replied, walking past her so I could get to my bedroom.

Before I made it inside, she stopped me and asked, "Do you mind letting me borrow a shirt and some shorts, too? My clothes are wet, and I didn't bring a change. I figured I'd borrow my mom's clothes, but as you already know... she isn't here..."

Pausing, I answered, "Yeah, no problem..." I then grabbed May some stuff from my dresser and headed back to the living room. I also brought my own stuff to change into, along with a blanket and pillow, so I could sleep on the couch.

To my confusion, however, May didn't take off into my room after I handed her the clothes like I expected. Instead, she just pulled off her skirt, revealing the sexy panties I had almost forgotten about right there in the living room.

In that instant, I was brought back to that moment when I caught a glimpse of the garnet underwear, right after she had crawled on top of me. It was like nothing we had just discussed even mattered anymore... because my heart was pounding, just as it had before.

Instead of stopping there, May pulled off her red sweater, revealing a garnet bra that matched her panties. She was now essentially in lingerie, standing right before me. I felt like a pervert for staring, but I couldn't take my eyes off her body.

Her immaculate skin, her curvy hips, and, of course, her voluptuous breasts. She wasn't even wearing a thong, yet I had never seen an ass look so sexy in a pair of panties before.

Noticing her staring at me, I quickly defended myself by expressing, "Sorry! I just thought you were going to change in my room.... so I was caught off guard!"

"Just admit it," she prompted, glaring into my soul with her menacing eyes. "There's a reason you keep staring at me, especially when I'm in my underwear."

"Um... well..."

"Yes?" she asked, inching closer and forcing me to step back. "What's on your mind?"

Feeling the edge of the couch against the back of my legs, I stopped and admitted, "Your underwear is really sexy... I was just wondering if you wore it specifically for the date you had planned, or if you just wear stuff like that all the time?"

"Oh, these?" she asked, taking my hand and gently placing it on her breast. "I specifically wore this for Valentine's Day, but I wear stuff like this a lot because I like the material."

I almost didn't know whether it was okay for me to leave my hand on her bra or not. However, I was much too in shock to breathe, nonetheless, pull my hand away.

Pressing herself closer, May approached my ear, sending goosebumps all over my body. "Would you like to touch my panties as well?" she asked in a low and seductive voice.

Feeling her breath against my ear and my neck again, I let out a subtle whimper as I answered, "Yes..."

The next thing I knew, May had placed both of her hands on my shoulders and forced me to have a seat on the couch. Then, just as she did to me before with her "quirky" antics, she crawled over my lap and straddled me. This time, however, instead of my hands naturally grasping her hips, they found their way to her firm bottom, touching the material of her panties like she had offered.