I probably should have been more optimistic about my trip to see Peter. As it was, I was feeling very bitter sweet.
Sweet, because I was going to see my big brother, who also happened to be my lover. We'd become intimate after I seduced him to take my virginity last summer. We'd both been away at college now for months - me at UCLA and Peter at Florida State University. I missed him terribly. We'd always been close as siblings go, but since we'd experienced a new level of intimacy, I ached for him even more.
The trip was a little bitter, because I was going meet Peter's girlfriend Laura. Yes, there was now another woman in his life. I was bummed.
As our summer had drawn to a close, Peter and I had discussed this very topic. We both knew college brought opportunities for new relationships. Peter had had girlfriends before and I didn't want to hold him back. Even though I was pretty jealous, I loved my brother too much to want to have him exclusively. But that didn't stop me from feeling the loss.
What I faced now was the distinct possibility that I'd never make love to my brother again. That made be very sad.
The primary reason I was going to Florida State was for a tennis match. I was on a full-ride tennis scholarship to UCLA and on the traveling team, even though I was just a freshman. Peter is eighteen months older than me but already a junior at FSU. We'd agreed to meet at a restaurant after my matches were done on Friday.
Did I mention that I'm really good at tennis? It matters, because, in one of my matches, I beat last year's national collegiate women's tennis champion in straight sets. That just doesn't happen, especially for a freshman. It caused a big stir in the women's college tennis world. After the match, I was surrounded by reporters who were focusing on me as the "next big thing" in women's tennis.
We'd been scheduled to return to Los Angeles on Saturday. But when Sports Illustrated called and said they wanted to do a feature on me that next Monday, my head coach and I stayed on for the weekend.
It was late October, and the days were getting shorter. Fortunately the weather was still great in Tallahassee - with temperatures in the 80's. When I finally broke free from the scouts and reporters at the tennis center, I hurried to my hotel.
There, I changed into power blue leggings. I took a moment to admire myself in the hotel room mirror. The leggings were the kind that are so tight through your crotch that they nicely outlined my butt cheeks and pulled so tight in front that they showed off my pubic mound and outlined my pussy lips in a coffee bean-like shape. I finished off the outfit with a fairly tight-fitting crop top that pulled against my pert tits.
At 5'5", I'm much shorter than Peter's 6'1". I remember when we were younger, he would innocently kiss the top of my head of dark brown hair. It made me laugh to think of the other places he'd kissed me since we became intimate.
You might be asking why I was dressed like that? Well, while I was going to accept Peter's girlfriend, for sure, I also wanted Peter to know what he was missing, and perhaps show off my body a bit.
The restaurant was busy, but Peter had reserved a quiet booth surrounded by tall panels on three sides. When I approached the table, Peter and Laura were already seated. There was my Peter, as handsome and sexy as ever, a huge smile on his face.
Sitting across from him was Laura, the new girl. Pictures Peter had shared did not prepare me for seeing her in person. I knew she was good looking, but now, in the flesh, she was just magnificent. As she scooted to the edge of the bench seat I noticed long blonde hair, halfway down her back and tied in a single French braid. Her face was silky smooth, blue eyes that sparkled and fair eyebrows - hinting at a light blonde bush.
What stunned me most in those seconds were her breasts: two perfect and perfectly large globes. She was wearing a white knit top that was so tight, it outlined every curve of her boobs. She must have been wearing a non-padded bra because I could clearly see her nipples pushing straight out and even glimpsed the bumps on her large areola also outlined through the top.
As she began to stand I noticed her flat stomach, narrow waist, and long legs. As she spread her legs apart just a bit to get out of the booth, I could see she wore a very short skirt and underneath: not knit shorts but a pair of lacy pink panties covering her pussy.
I did not expect myself to be ogling over Peter's girlfriend. I was embarrassed, but when I looked up, I noticed Laura was smiling, her eyes just lifting from my crotch, across my chest and into my eyes. Was she checking me out?
All this happened in, like, two seconds as Laura got off the bench to greet me. "Ellie! It is so great to meet you," she said, reaching out for a hug. "Peter's told me so much about you!" she whispered in my ear as she wrapped her arms around me.
I returned the hug and felt her breasts pressing against mine.
She then held me at arms length. "I've kind of been obsessed with you since Peter told me how good of a tennis player you are. And today? Shit, Ellie - you're a star!"
"It was just one match," I said, trying to keep my perspective and not let one victory go to my head.
"Oh, it was more than that!" Peter said, stepping over to get his hug.
Laura let me go and I felt the strong arms of my brother and lover surround me. I missed him so acutely that it hurt.
"Hey sis," he said quietly. "I've missed you!"
"Me too," I replied. "Very much!"
We exchanged a knowing look for a brief second.
"Come and sit," Peter said as he sat back down on the bench and Laura scooted in beside him.
I took a seat facing them with Peter closest to me. We ordered something to drink. Once the server left, Peter put his right hand on Laura's bare thigh. Oh, how I wished that hand was on me! He reached over with his left hand and gave my hand a squeeze. Maybe this was hard for him too?
"So tell me," Laura said. "What did it feel like, beating a national champ?"
"I mean, it felt great, of course," I answered. "Maybe she was having an off day. Not sure. She is very good and would probably beat me if we played again tomorrow."
"Everybody's talking about it," Peter said. "I couldn't be prouder of you - my little sister!"
I was starting to blush. Fortunately, I was saved from further embarrassment by the server, who came by to deliver our drinks.
"Tell me about you two," I said, once the server left. "How'd you meet and all that?"
I actually already knew this from conversations with Peter, but I wanted to hear it from Laura.
Laura looked at Peter and said, "we're in a poly sci class together. That's my major. Anyway, we did a project together and had to spend time outside of class." She reached up and stroked Peter's cheek with the fingers of her right hand. "Let's just say we hit it off big time!"
"We've gotten very close pretty quickly," Peter said, returning Laura's gaze and kissing her gently on the lips.
The couple turned and faced me again, smiling with a 'we've fucked each other a lot' kind of smile. Oddly, I wasn't disgusted or even disappointed. In fact, it kind of turned me on to thing about Peter sticking his cock into Laura's pussy. I nearly had to shake my head to break out of this impromptu fantasy. I was supposed to be feeling sad and jealous, not aroused!
"Peter is such a great lover," Laura said, staring straight at me. "So gentle and yet so hard where it counts."
Now this was unexpected. Boy, was she forward.
She continued, "but you already know that, right?"
Shit! What was happening here!
"Wait, what?" I said, dumbfounded.
I looked at Peter who shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"I guess I sort of spilled the beans about us a little," he said, sheepishly.
"What the fuck, Peter?" I said.
