“I like being here already. Nice living with Mum again. Even nicer being with you.”
“Miss me?”
“Yeah. I know you had Hayley, so it was different when you were… well, let’s be honest, forced out of home. When I moved out, it was alone, and I’ve lived that way the entire time. Never felt comfortable inviting a boyfriend to move in.”
“Why not?”
“Because despite feeling a little lonely, I also liked having my own space to unwind after a long day. And, let’s be honest, not all men are great to live with.”
Agreeing to get ready, I just put on some jeans and a nice shirt, and good leather shoes, but I didn’t expect Amy to walk out of her room in quite the dress. No ordinary dress either. A black number, nothing over her shoulders, down to her knees, tight enough to shower off her curves, but not tight enough to stop her from walking comfortable. Pair of black heels and stockings, faint make-up on her face, a small purse to carry cash, card and keys, and that was it.
“Scrub up nicely, Amy.”
She smiled, walking towards me, leaning in to take a sniff of my cologne. “Oooh, I like that one.”
“Obviously not one she bought me. I left all that shit behind.”
With her heels, walking into the city centre was out, so I called us a cab, taking us to one of the best reviewed pubs in town for our meal. Amy certainly turned a few heads when walking inside, while I think I even earned one or two glances. I’m fairly sure we had the look of out-of-towners. The meal was simple but tasty, Amy enjoying a little wine, while I sipped at a couple of beers as we ate, the conversation flowing as easily as it always did. We most reminisced about our life back at home.
Once the sun set and places finished serving food, music started to play and we bounced from bar to bar, aware most places would close far sooner than back down south, but we were not interested in being out until dawn. Amy eventually suggested she’d like to go home, so I managed to get us a cab rather quickly, walking inside and, as Mum’s bedroom door was close, we assumed she was home.
Wanting a nightcap, we enjoyed one last drink outside. It was cold, but Amy didn’t complain, snuggling into my side again for warmth. I was getting used to her doing that, and it felt rather nice, almost like we were getting as close as we used to be.
Heading inside, I escorted her to her bedroom door, Amy turning to face me. I assumed she just wanted a hug as always, but when she pressed a hand on my chest and her eyes met mine, she looked… well, I forgot she was my sister for a moment. I leaned down just to kiss her cheek, but she turned just enough that our lips met.
Maybe it was just the fact I needed that sort of contact again, but the brief touch of lips quickly turned into my arms wrapped around him, and it took all of a few seconds for the kiss to grow in intensity. My tongue quickly found its way into her mouth, a gentle exploration and keeping it playful, before I realised what the hell I was doing and gently pulled back.
“Fuck… I’m sorry, Amy,” I whispered, looking away from her.
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