I hadn't seen my half brother since we were 4. Our age difference being mere months. Our mother's were pregnant at the same time, you get the idea. After 25 years and much searching, I'd found him online. And much to my surprise, he was as curious about me as I was about him. We decided to meet over drinks and compare notes.
I sat down at the bar, not really knowing what to expect. I knew he had dark hair, like me, was 5'10" and his name was Jay. I looked around the bar. Everyone seemed to either be balding or had dark hair. I saw one in particular who was quite handsome. I idly wondered what he looked like nude. There was no way he was a relative. I'd seen members of my family from my dad's side, he couldn't be one of them. I looked at the clock. He had 4 minutes.
As I looked down inside my purse to check to see if my cell phone was on, I felt a presence behind me. "Lorena?" A deep voice asked.
I turned around. It was the nice looking guy from the other end of the bar. "Jay?" It took me awhile to articulate the simple name.
"I thought that was you," he said to me. "I saw you when you came in--you're beautiful."
"Thanks." I blushed. It suddenly felt as if I were on a blind date and not meeting my half brother. "I guess if I needed a brother, you're a cute one to have," I reciprocated his statement.
Jay smiled and held his hand out, which I shook. He noticed her nails were painted purple. "Do you wanna stay here or get something to eat?" he looked behind them at the booths. He felt his cock twitch as she touched his hand. He thought about how wrong it was to get a hard on from his sister's touch, but he couldn't help it.
"Um, yeah, I'm a little hungry." I had to think, but finally agreed.
Jay led the way to a booth and sat down across from her. He couldn't help but notice how huge her breasts were. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose t-shirt, but his first impression when she walked into the bar had been "damn, she's hot." Now that he knew she was his sister, half sister he corrected himself, he couldn't get it out of his head.
"So, are you married or any of that?" I asked him. I crossed my legs, my too-tight jeans rubbing against my clit, I felt a slight twinge of pleasure. Oh God, the thought of my brother is making me wet, I thought.
"Nah," he shook his head. "I was engaged once, but that didn't work out," he told her. "You?"
"No. I'm between relationships."
They glanced at the menus and ordered, both steaks. They smiled at the similarity. "Dad likes steaks too." He said.
"Do you have any pictures of anyone?" I asked him.
"No, I was in a hurry when I left the house and forgot them. We could always go back and look later," he suggested.
"Maybe. So, what was your childhood like?" I asked. I'd always imagined that if I had lived with my father, I wouldn't have turned out so good.
Jay shrugged. "The usual, I guess. I had to work when I was 15, lost my virginity when I was 16, got arrested when I was 17," he rambled off the milestones.
I nodded, taking it all in. "Arrested for?" I poked the straw into the soda.
"Shoplifting." He sipped his beer.
They stuck to small talk through dinner, neither one getting their mind off sex. They skipped dessert. I thought I might regret it, but I asked anyway. "So, about those pictures?"
"Oh! You wanna go see? I can show you where everyone lives," he stood up, throwing two twenties down onto the table.
Everyone consisted of her aunt she hadn't seen in nearly 15 years, her uncle she hadn't seen in 20 years, and her dad and stepmother's house. "Wanna go say hi?" Jay smiled, joking.
"Uhh, no." Maybe some day, but I was still bitter about the whole thing.
He unlocked his front door. Lorena had to remind herself he was her brother.
"Thirsty?" He asked her, closing the door but not locking it.
