Based on a true story; all names have been changed to respect privacy.
Okay, my older sister Jen is an ex-marine, who went served overseas in numerous battles against al Qaeda and the Taliban. She's a hero to me & our family and I have the utmost respect for her. That means the following story is all the more embarrassing to me. Jen was honorably discharged from the Marine Corp. in 2011, about a month after Operation Geronimo. When she got back, we had a big "Welcome Home" party for her, which she appreciated. During the party, her then-boyfriend (now husband) Jake proposed to her and she accepted. As the party was winding down, Jen invited us to a party some her fellow Marines, who had also been discharged, were throwing at a dive bar two nights later. We all said we'd be there and went home.
Two nights later, we met Jen at the bar, where she introduced us to all her fellow Marines. One of them stood out to me: Tara. Tara was a hot blonde with jade-green eyes, 34 double Ds, and the perfect frame to my eyes; slim, but not too slim. She and I spent the entire night talking together, she shared some intense stories of her deployments... as well as some hilarious ones. Before the night was through, Tara & I had swapped phone numbers and said one of us would call the other for the possibility for a date. That possibility came up three weeks later when Tara called me and asked if I'd accompany her to a double date with her sister; I agreed.
Tara picked me up from work and drove me to the restaurant, where I met her sister Karla and Karla's fiancee, Pete. The four of us had dinner together and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. That's when Tara asked me if I'd like to date her. I said I would but I had my concerns. Jen saw herself as the gatekeeper to who was and wasn't worthy enough to date her brother. When I addressed these concerns to Tara, she said not to worry about: "Your sister is a cool gal, I doubt she'll be mad at us dating," she said.
"You probably don't know this, Tara," I explained, "but Jen's said to date me, a girl has to pass her sister test. And that test is harder Chinese Algebra!"
"Oh come on," Tara replied. "Jen knows me and knows I won't hurt you in any way, why not we give it a try?" Feeling like I had nothing to lose, and everything to gain, I decided I would Tara after all. She then told me Jen and Jake were going out of town for a business trip of Jake's and she would be housesitting for them. She asked me if I could be on call if she needed anything and I said sure. We left the restaurant and she dropped me off back at the office so I could get my car. I then went home and began awaiting Tara's next phone call; it came three nights later. I was at home relaxing on a rainy night when Tara called me.
"Hey bud, I'm in a sticky situation here at your sister's," she said, "can you come help?"
"Help with what?" I asked.
"The storm knocked the power out and I don't feel comfortable being here all alone in the dark. I also could use someone to help check the circuit breakers" Tara sounded genuinely nervous and this piqued my curiosity. Jen told me she shot a group of Islamic jihad back in the Marines; if she could handle that, why would the dark scare her? Well, after she insisted I come over, I said I'd meet her in about 20 minutes; she thanked me and hung up with me. I then drove to Jen & Jake's isolated house. That's when I knew what Tara was nervous about. The house was the only one in the area without power and it was pitch black; perfect for a Halloween party or horror movie.
Tara was clad in her nightgown when she frantically let me in and led me to the circuit panel in the garage. "I have no idea if any breakers have tripped," she said, "this panel is far different than the one at my condo." I had seen the circuit panel here before and knew the "Main" breaker had popped; it happened in the past. I reset the breaker and the power came back on. Tara was overjoyed and asked me if I wanted to stay awhile.
"We can order pizza or something," she told me, "make this a date night."
"What if Jen or Jake calls?" I asked.
"You can just keep quiet and I'll talk to them," Tara replied.
I agreed and we ordered a pepperoni pizza, which arrived a half-hour later. We enjoyed our little impromptu dinner and went to relax in the living room. There, Tara discovered a copy of "50 Shades of Gray" on the coffee table; you might know where this is going, but let me finish the story. Out of curiosity, Tara and I began thumbing through the book. We soon got ideas and she could tell I was getting aroused: "Wanna move upstairs to the bedroom?" she asked.
"I guess so, Tara," I replied. Tara then took off her nightgown. Now, Tara was only wearing her underwear. Just as she went to take her bra off, I stopped her. "Wait, are you serious about this, Tara?"
