Perhaps what I'm about to tell you is, to some people, a bit unusual, but in our defense, it all started out in a harmless sort of way. Many years ago, almost before I can remember, my older sister Jackie and I were separated by our parents divorce and we both grew up on the opposite sides of the country. We had very little contact so we never really got to know each other. By the time we were grown we simply went on with our lives.
A couple of years ago I got a call from Jackie and she told me that she had recently divorced her second husband and, by coincidence, had just moved to the same city I was living in. She said that she had found my name and phone number in the phone book and wasn't even sure it was me, but thought she would give it a try. We had a long and friendly chat and tried to talk about the things we might have in common, without much success. All in all the conversation was pleasant and almost reluctantly on my part we agreed to meet for dinner the following Saturday night.
When Saturday night came I went to the restaurant where we were to meet. It was early so it was not crowded and I took a table near the back to wait. I looked at every woman who came in the door searching their faces for some sort of recognition, not really knowing after all the years what she would look like. Finally a very attractive woman came in and stood by the entrance and I remember jokingly whispering to myself, "Damn, I wish that was her!" The woman had beautiful figure and face with black hair that hung below her shoulders. She was wearing a short black skirt that hugged her hips and ass, and a tight fitting long-sleeved pale blue blouse that clearly accentuated her large breast. Her legs were trim and tan and set off by dark hose and black high-heel shoes. I remember holding my breath as she looked around the room. When she saw me she smiled and started toward the table. I couldn't believe that this was my long-lost sister! At least not a woman who looked that good!
It was obvious that for the first hour it was awkward for us both as we tried to find a common ground between us. We were related so deeply by blood, yet we were completely separated by our own individual circumstance. At first, we talked like two people on a first date but before long we talked like old friends. We talked about many things including our ex-spouses and what we had been doing with our lives over the years. We both agreed that we had not been very lucky in love and we jokingly admitted that for a long time we both suffered with pretty lousy sex lives. As the evening wore on I could tell that we both began to feel a strong bond between us that was hard to explain. Jackie was a very attractive woman and it was hard to hold the thought that she and I were sister and brother. We talked freely about our lives. Our successes and our failures. And of course we shared some of our intimate secrets with each other.
We had a very good time together and I was sorry to see it getting late. As we stood out in front of the restaurant saying our good-bye's, Jackie hesitated, as if she wasn't quite ready to leave and she said. "Would you like to come back to my apartment? I'm still moving in, but if you don't mind the mess-"
"I'd love to!" I quickly replied for I wasn't ready to leave her either.
Her apartment was on the top floor of a large complex in the nicest part of town. After offering me some coffee she went into the bedroom to change her clothes, complaining, "These shoes are new and they are killing my feet, do you mind if I change?"
"No, I don't mind." I said. While she was in the other room I looked around the apartment and it was easy to see that she had some very nice things. A strange feeling came over me as I looked at some of the things that I assumed were an important part of her life. It made me feel like I had missed something by not knowing my own sister. I felt as if I was looking at something shadowy and vague that was hidden within myself that I had, through no control of my own, lost touch with. Some of her things looked oddly familiar, though I had never seen them before. On a glass shelf in a curio cabinet I saw a small, delicately carved ivory figurine of a couple engaging in oral sex in the sixty-nine position and it made me hold my breath for a brief moment. As I was admiring the figurine Jackie came in the room behind me and I was suddenly at a loss for words. "Um, nice." I said nodding at the figurine. I felt foolish the moment I said it.
"I bought that for my ex-husband Roger, I thought it might give him some ideas." She laughed sarcastically.
I turned around and saw that Jackie had changed into a pair of faded jeans and a man's long sleeved white shirt and she still looked very sexy even if she was my sister. I couldn't be sure but I thought she wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt. The jeans were very tight and accentuated the soft curves of her hips and thighs.
