Reunion Ch. 01

"Yeah. You should have come back."

"And what would you have done if I had?"

"Ha!" She laughed mockingly and swam backwards away from me, kicking a spray of water in my face as she did.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, we said our goodbyes to my mom, and headed out to my car. I had changed back into my shorts and polo shirt, and Trish was in a pair of white cotton shorts and a pink scoop neck top that showed a surprising amount of cleavage.

She looked really hot, but something was wrong. I remembered Trish's style to be classic, and these clothes seemed more trendy and revealing. I just didn't think she would have been comfortable with how she looked. She was not much for flashing her boobs in everyday attire.

Then she turned to walk to the car, and I knew something was up, for I could see right through her shorts and what I saw, which is still fixed in my memory, was a pair of pretty pink panties showing right through her shorts.

It was adorable, very sexy, and totally unlike something my sister would wear. Trish wouldn't suffer visible panty lines, never mind actually seeing her panties.

"That's a pretty outfit," I said as we got in my sedan.

"Ah yeah," she said sarcastically. "Katie took the wrong bag home. She was in such a hurry to leave, that she took my bag instead."

"And these are her clothes," I chuckled.

"Down to the sting bikini panties and the push up bra."

"You are lucky that you can fit into the same size clothes."

"If you could call this fitting. I feel like my breasts are popping out of this blouse, but what is the alternative, going bra-less?"

I just smiled at the thought of her bra-less in that form-fitting blouse, though she looked endearing with her breasts popping out.

We made small talk on the way to her town. She turned sidesaddle in the passenger seat to talk to me, and her cleavage and long toned legs were constant distractions.

We passed a restaurant not far from her house that I had been to years before, and I remembered that it had a nice bar.

"Hey, do you want to go get a drink?"

"You are kidding right? In this outfit?"

"Why, you look great, and what are you going to do all night? The girls have dates, so what are you going to do, sit around all night in your pajamas waiting for them to come home?"

"How do you know I sit around in my pajamas?" She asked playfully. "But you're right. I can't remember the last time I went out for a drink. Okay Dan, let's go."

"Great!" I was ecstatic. I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do than to be out with my beautiful sister in that very sexy outfit. It made my night.

As the sun was just setting behind us, I caught my last glimpse of her sexy pink panties while I held the door for her and she entered the darkened bar.

I ordered some drinks and appetizers while she called the girls and told them not to wait for her. After a few drinks, I grasped that she wasn't much of a drinker, because she was getting a little tight.

The night got infinitely better as she lost her inhibitions and became more affectionate. She started with just the touch on my arm to make a point, and that progressed to leaving her hand on my thigh as we talked. It was if, after not talking for eight years, she didn't want to lose the connection between us and so she kept it physically.

"You know, I should wear push-up bras and low cut blouses more often," she said after her fifth or sixth drink. "I'm getting a lot of attention tonight."

"I'm getting a little jealous," I kidded her, but I had noticed some of the guys at the bar checking her out.

"Don't worry. I know who is bringing me home tonight."

"Who?" I said sarcastically.

"The bartender. He's cute," she mocked me, but as my grin vanished from my face, she slung her arms around my neck. "Aaah, I'm only kidding ya Dan. I'm going home with you tonight. You're my date."

We had only been there a couple of hours, but she was slightly out of control, and since she was still my sister, I did the right thing.

"Bartender," I raised my voice over the room's din, "I'll take the check."

"What? We're leaving? Why it's still early," she actually started to slur her words.

"Come on lady, you need to go home," I said reluctantly.

It was a beautiful night. I drove her home, and then I walked her to her door. She wasn't falling down drunk, she was just cutely drunk; all affectionate and clingy.

She got the front door open, and then turned around with a flourish to face me.

"I had a great time tonight, but I'm afraid that I don't kiss on the first date," she laughed thinking that to be very funny.

"That's okay. I'll wait for the second date." I really didn't imagine that she was going to kiss me goodnight, but then she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me right on the lips.

I instinctively put my arms around her and she felt so seductive as she leaned into me. I was about a half second from slipping her the tongue, when she stood up. "Thanks Danny," she said in a solemn tone. "I really had a good time tonight. The best I had in years. I really missed you."

"I missed you too Trish."

"No, I really mean it. I really missed you, and I want to see you again," she said holding my hands in hers.

"I'll call you. We'll get together."

"Good. Maybe you'll get lucky next time." She was obviously very drunk, and I knew she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.

"Good Night Trish," I said as I walked back down her walk.

"Good Night Danny. I love you."

"I love you too," I said, trying not to be heard by the neighbors.

There was an attraction between us. It was obvious. I felt it now more than ever, and though we were having fun flirting, I had no delusions that anything physical would ever happen between us.

It was a fantasy, and 99% of all fantasies don't come true, and should never come true. You are talking about an act that society deems not only abnormal, but also criminal. I didn't even know how I would initiate such a thing. Still, as I drove home from her house I had a tremendous erection that I could barely wait to get home and relieve.

I wanted to call her and see her the next day, but I didn't dare call her too early, since I assumed that she would be nursing a hangover. I waited until after lunch, and when I got her on the line she was still feeling the effects.

"What did you do to me last night?" She moaned.

"I didn't do anything. I just paid for the drinks. You drank them."

"I'm just not accustomed to drinking that much."

"I remember days when you used to dance on the bar."

"I never did."

"That wasn't you?"

"No," she said with sternness in her voice.

"I'm sorry I thought that was you." I sensed some irritability in her.

"Don't confuse me with some slut from your past."

Wow, I thought, that wasn't necessary. Something had changed. We weren't playing the same games we were playing the night before. She must have gotten a case of the guilts.

"Well, I just wanted to call and see how you were doing."

"I'll be fine. I just need to get over this hangover. I hope that this isn't going to be a common occurrence now that you're back in my life."

"No, I guess not. I'm sorry that you feel that way. I'll talk to you later sis." I hung up the phone without letting her get in the last word.

At first I was annoyed, but then I came around to the conclusion that she was obviously having pangs of conscience.

Yesterday, she had not only teased and flirted with me, her own brother, but then she got drunk and kissed me on the lips in a way that no one would consider innocent. Her sense of morality was askew, and she probably felt that she had crossed the line. I knew that lashing out at me was just a natural defense mechanism.

Well that was short and sweet, I thought. I probably won't talk to her for another eight years, and by then both of us will be too old for sex. I made other plans for the day.

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