I'm sitting here at my desk at work, when someone walks through the door behind me. I turn around and see this gorgeously hot woman standing there. I know she's not a member of the gym I work at, so I spring up from my chair to help her. With a smile on my face, I rush over to help her. Familiarity and surprise overwhelm me when it hits me who this woman is. She is my sister. I've never met her before. I was adopted as an infant and never met my birth family. Over the years, I've slowly found my birth family, one by one, and she was the most recent installment. I instantly run over to her and give her a big hug. She smells so good, and I feel invited into her soul. We hold each other with an electricity flowing through us. Its good to have a sister. We have been talking on the phone, and on the Internet, getting to know each other, but seeing her standing in front of me is a feeling beyond description. Ever since I saw her picture, I've felt this need to be close to her. I love women, I appreciate a beautiful body, but this one is my sister. In a way, that draws me towards her as well.
We've already found out that we have so much in common and we formed a quick and solid bond. I am ashamed I feel attraction towards my sister, so I break out of my reverie, and pull away from her. If nothing else, I'm so happy to see her.
I ask her what she's doing here. She lives on the east coast, and I live on the west coast, so seeing her in front of me was quite a shock. She told me that she just had to meet me. She continues to say that she feels a bond between us and we are true sisters in every sense of the word. We've both grown up with other sisters, but have never felt a bond like this before. It makes me feel good to hear this, and I look into her eyes and melt.
I had a few more hours left at work, so we spent the time talking. We never run out of things to talk about. I love watching her talk, watching her lips move. I became aware that I was growing more and more interested in my sister the more she talked. I'm thinking at this point that I better work off some of this energy so I suggested that we work out. We began on the treadmills for a warm up. I like starting out walking, she instantly went into a jog and then a run. I watched her in the mirrors in front of us, and thought this was not a very good idea. Watching her run was starting to stir my juices. So after a 10 minute warm up, I went to use the machines. My sister took the hint and found a machine to start with. Our conversation went from serious to funny, from funny to serious. We were having a blast and enjoying each others company.
After about an hour of drooling over her working out, we got some water, stretched out and sat down to talk some more. I only had about half an hour of work remaining and I was nervous because this was safe ground, and when we leave there's no telling where my hands may wander.