Four boys and one girl – hahaha counting me – which I was counting for THIS evening. Another first, not something WE did together. Hanging out, playing pool. Again, being able to read her mind, it was dawning on her I had not invited Katie because SHE was going to be my date tonight. Her thoughts, which I was reading, revealed a rapidly lightening mood and I could feel the clouds lift.
In response I squeezed her hand as she stood waiting her turn with the pool cue.
She smiling at me leans against me and whispers, “Say, I haven’t had my workout yet today.”
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She next says under her breath to me, “When did Brian get so cute.” Looking over at him as he was taking his third shot. “He was such a dork in high school.” She said this to me, and I felt a little heat rise. She looked so delicious and anyone could have had her. And swatting me added, “Like you.” And with a pause, “But I guess you turned out all right too.”
She looked at me and laughed, I was standing so near to her, could feel the heat of her.
I wanted to say, ‘You’re with me tonight.’ But said nothing, did not want to presume. She was just being Sasha, drinking her daiquiris and being a girl.
It made me want her, I think she knew.
I finally said, “Anyone looks cute to you right now.”
“Yeah, MY man won’t do anything for me.” She said this with a pout, adorable. Her head bowed down, lifting her eyes to me.
I said, “If you don’t feed your bitch, she’ll eventually run off to the neighbors to eat.”
Damn that was good, I thought. Alluding to me knowing about her lack of sex, my acknowledging her wandering eye, my interest, our past. And then going in for the kill, with a huge lump in my throat. “I can be a really good neighbor.”
As I said that I pressed my leg up along the inside of her thigh to the hem of her dress, a quick move no one saw, or if they did would never suspect. Her groan at my touch.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Well this bitch is damn hungry.” And glancing around she said so quietly I barely heard, “Wanna watch me work out?”
I could not even answer, but she was able to read my mind screaming ‘YES,’ and she continued, “Mom packed me some of that cake.” Her smile was hard to describe. Aggressive and shy, hungry and direct. Our minds were melding, it is that feeling you get when you are connecting with a girl and know, just know, you will fuck. My knees about gave way.
“Your roommates?” I couldn’t follow the logistics.
She frowned. “I’m all alone. They’ve all abandoned me to other boys houses. I’m going home to an empty house.”
I lay my hand behind her, right at the middle of her back, and she reached back to take my hand.
“Your turn, your turn!”
And Sasha let go my hand and sidled over to the table.
It was amazing that night what I got away with cause she was my sister. It is the sort of thing you don’t even see because you aren’t looking for it. The way I stood by her, so near to her, my hand at her back, the way she flipped her hair so it would land on me, her eyes, her smile, the flash of teeth. My god we were flirting all night long, her lingering hand at my wrist, her flat palm on my chest. The way she was letting me do anything I wanted, bumping up behind her from behind.