A/N - Previous chapters found in the following:
Chapter 1-10: Incest/Taboo
Chapter 11, 13-15: Erotic Coupling
Chapter 12: Interracial Love
Chapter 16: Mature
Chapter 17-18: First Time
Chapter 19: Anal
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Charlotte and I enjoyed around five nights together before she thought it best she returned home, and though we agreed to meet up every so often for a meal and drinks, she wanted to stop sleeping together. She feared that it would only lead to feelings being developed, and considering we were already get along so well, I actually agreed with her. Neither of us wanted a relationship, but although the sex was fantastic, I was already feeling things for her, and once she admitted to feelings for me as well, with sadness, we agreed to part as good friends with a promise to keep in touch. Maybe, one day in the future, we could meet up again and have some fun.
I had no idea how long I'd be in Berlin for, but I would inevitably return to London. Jennifer kept me in the loop about the next assignment, though couldn't exactly tell me what it was about. But from the rumours, it was something about the Russians. That led to more than one Cold War joke, considering I was a spy in Berlin, possibly looking for Russians. Jennifer groaned, told me to stop reading cheap books, and to behave myself.
I didn't promise to do the last thing.
With nothing to actually do, as the conference I'd used as cover had ended, I was left to my own devices, so figured posing as a tourist and just keeping my ear to the ground would help. Charlotte had promised to keep me in the loop should she hear anything that might interest me. I'd been to various places around Europe, and though I'd seen landmarks, I was always on the job, so I'd never had the opportunity to just stand there and take it all in.
And that's when I saw her. She was standing at traffic lights, waiting to cross. I stopped and took out my phone, leaning against a wall but keeping my eyes on her. Once the lights changed, she started to cross, and I followed at a distance. There was no losing her considering the vibrant colour of her hair. Even in Berlin, that sort of hair colour stood out.
I assumed she was walking home from work, but that just led to more questions. What was she doing in Berlin, of all the places in the world? Sure, I'd seen plenty of the world, but that came with the job. I remembered what she'd been studying at school then university, but it still didn't make sense as to why she was in the German capital.
She eventually headed underground to the U-Bahn. To my amusement, we ended up on a train heading west again, eventually getting off in the Charlottenburg-Nord district. I followed at a distance, crossing the road to keep her under observation. She walked along without her nose buried in her phone, unlike plenty of the locals. Turning off the main road, she made a couple of more turns before eventually disappearing into an apartment block, keeping to the other side of the road, and waiting for a light to appear. Top floor, to the right. I could have easily broken in downstairs, knocked on her door, and announced myself. But it had been far too long to just appear out of the blue.
Plus, I was meant to be dead, of course.
With nothing else to keep myself occupied, seeing Katie simply intrigued me. The last time I'd see my youngest sister had been the time she'd visited with the family after returning from a deployment to Iraq. I literally had no idea what any of the family was up to nowadays. Seeing her also pulled at the heartstrings, stirring long dormant emotions about what I'd put my family through at the time. I'd done it for the right reasons. I still genuinely believed that, but there were moments during the last few years when I'd have given anything to just call up Mum and tell her that I loved and missed her. I have no idea what I'd say to Amy, Hannah or Emma.
I figured a little stake-out wasn't too harmful. Returning at dawn the next day, I was outside a cafe sipping at a coffee when she breezed past. Not in a rush, but it was the walk of someone on their way to work. Finishing the coffee, I left a couple of Euros on the table and followed her at a distance again, full of questions as to her life. What was she doing in Berlin? Was she with someone? Single? How was the rest of the family?
Joining the U-Bahn, we ended up in the centre of the city, getting off and walking up the stairs to the surface. She eventually disappeared into a building, smiling to myself when I noticed it was one of those global charities, this one dedicated to providing clean drinking water to everyone who needed such access. I was content to wait nearby, sipping at a coffee, reading the newspaper, or checking my phone. She reappeared around lunchtime, walking towards a shop to grab a sandwich and drink, keeping back as she sat in a nearby park. At least the sun was out, but as I observed from a distance, she looked sad, even a little lonely. The urge to walk over and simply say hello nearly overwhelmed me. I knew I couldn't keep this up too long without cracking. I hadn't forgotten the times I'd sat outside Hannah's apartment in Bristol, just wanting to go upstairs and see her.
She returned home at the same time that evening. I stayed and observed, ready to leave, when she appeared back downstairs within an hour, having changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable, a tight pair of jeans though her top was covered by the coat that kept the chill at bay. Following her down the street, she turned and within ten minutes, had walked into a local pub. The sort of German boozer I was fond of. Aware that she probably wouldn't recognise me, with my hair coloured black, my beard also coloured black, and eyes with brown contacts, I could only hope it was enough of a ruse.
Walking inside, there was a long bar with stools, and a few empty tables. Katie was sat at the bar, checking her phone, a beer already in front of her. Didn't know my sister liked beer. Would have assumed she'd stick to wine or spirits. Walking up next to her, I gestured at the empty stool. "Is this seat taken?" I asked in German.
"It's free if you want it," she replied in the same language.
Taking a seat, I ordered a half-litre of beer and glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. No idea what she was doing on her phone, looked like she was messaging someone. Taking a sip from my glass, I asked, "You from around here?"
She glanced my way, and I noticed the eyes widen slightly. I guess, from a sideways profile, I'd look familiar to her. "Do I know you?" she asked in English.
"I don't believe so," I replied, using the English accent I'd perfected over the years. I offered my hand. "I'm Nick."
"Katie," she replied, shaking my hand, "Any reason you wanted to sit next to me?"
"Just wanted some company. Often walk into these sorts of places and feel a little out of place," I replied, switching back to German.
"I don't mind as I usually keep to myself anyway."
"Oh... If you need..."
She smiled. "No, please. It would be nice to speak to someone," she said, switching to English, "All my colleagues speak the lingo, but I prefer speaking in German with them. I'm in Germany so might as well speak the language to ingratiate myself better." She took a sip of her beer. "Are you here for work?"
"Yeah. Was only meant to be a short assignment, a recent conference, but I thought I'd stay a little longer, see if I could discover the real Berlin. Yourself?"
"I've been here for around a year now. Accent is obvious, right?"
"Australia?"
