Just the Two of Us Ch. 01

Sitting at the couch I was still tired from the night before, and adding that to the hangover, I struggled to keep awake. I stared vacantly out the window as my friends played the X-Box. The rain of the early morning had turned the garden into a dripping green, vibrant and misty, and it looked amazing. My friend had always had a nice garden as his mother spent a lot of time working in it to get it looking like that. But soon I wasn’t focussed on the garden any more.

My friend had just turned twenty two weeks ago and we had been going out more and more, spending the early hours of the morning at the casino in the city. He suggested that we go back to his place and sleep the night. A bit misleading really, none of us slept at all. He lived about half an hour from my place, with his parents, and his younger sister. And that’s who this story involves most of all.

As I said, I was sitting in the couch gazing into space when she walked across my view, strange at that hour of the morning. What was stranger was that she had no top on. Nothing. She was eighteen years old and fully developed, but she was one of my best friend’s sisters, and that kind of thing is territory you do not touch. So I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to her, other then the faint acknowledgement at the back of my mind that she was turning into a stunner. But here she was, parading around the backyard with not shirt on, her firm young breasts a sight to behold. I went dry mouthed and I know my face must have flushed, but luckily my friends were too engrossed in their game to notice. But she did.

She turned towards the clothesline, towards the window, hand outstretched to presumably pull off a bra and shirt. When she looked in the window and straight at me she and I both froze. For an interminably long time we stayed like that, before I broke my gaze and turned back to the television. I looked back a moment later and she had fled. Now I was definitely awake. I didn’t know what to do. She was the sister to my best friend, and I suppose I could laugh it off to myself, but he could never find out, and I knew it would be forever awkward for both of us if I came back to the house, which I could hardly avoid doing. So I waited for ten minutes or so and then went to the ‘toilet’.

I passed by her bedroom door and it was open, I could see her sitting on her bed. I kept going, went to the toilet and then made a suitable amount of noise washing up. I wanted to apologise but certainly not interrupt her or see anything more. So as I was walking back I knocked gently on the open door. She looked up with surprise and a hint of fear in her eyes and I could see she had been crying. Thank god though; her shirt was back on.

‘Hi,’ I spoke gently. ‘Mind if I come in for a moment?’ Of course she did, but we had to acknowledge what had happened and move on from it. I didn’t feel attracted to her by any means, and I just wanted to get things back to the normal ignorance that any sister of one of my friends showed the rest of us. She didn’t say anything, and just looked away, so I went in and sat on the chair next to the bed. ‘I’m sorry about staring before. It…was unfair to you. I don’t want to do anything to put your brothers and my friendship at risk, and I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry and that I hope we don’t have to avoid each other or anything…’ I paused, struggling to think of anything to say. ‘Maybe we should just pretend I never saw anything.’

At that she blushed madly. ‘That would be fairly easy don’t you think’ she said, glaring at me. I suppose I should explain something. My friend’s mother is fairly short, and while my friend is tall, his sister is also shorter. She’d come up to just below my shoulders, and I’m a bit taller then six foot one. Lauren is fairly petite, her body fairly light but well rounded, if that makes any sense. And, as I found out today her breasts are small and round, but perfectly proportioned to her body. Again, not something I had thought of much until now.

‘What do you mean?

‘Well, they’re tiny! How could you see them any way?’ She looked on the verge of tears again. That really knocked me for six. I wasn’t expecting her to be upset about that and it shocked me. I don’t know why, I realise that all girls usually have some kind of dissatisfaction with their bodies, but that after having seen her topless I knew she needn’t. Of course that doesn’t change her perception of her body.

‘Lauren, you have no idea-you are one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. Don’t be ashamed of having smaller breasts, they look great… I know you’re my friend’s sister and so I haven’t though about you in that way before, but your body is fine.’ I sort of stammered that last bit out, feeling a bit weird to be saying this to her.

‘Really?’ she whispered, after a moment of silence. She looked at me demurely. I felt a strange urge to hold her when she looked like that, but I shook it off.

‘Yeah,’ I replied. She looked at me again, and stood up to face me, walking over and straddling my lap, arms around my neck. She leaned in and kissed me, lightly, on the lips.

‘Thank you.’ She suddenly became self-conscious and began to stammer and stumble over her words. ‘I’m sorry-I shouldn’t have-oh…..I didn’t mean to…’ I leaned in and impulsively kissed her back, a bit longer and more intense then the last, cradling her slender body with my arms around her back. She moaned lightly then broke the kiss, breathing hard. She flushed and looked down. I extricated myself from around her and tried to sit up.

‘Sorry, I just-‘ I didn’t get anything more out then that because Lauren lunged forward and mashed her mouth against mine again, kissing me passionately and wrapping both her legs and arms around my body, curling herself against me. I brought my hands to circle her, one hand cupped under her smooth buttock to draw her closer, the other behind her head as we kissed.

We broke away from one another and I moved her off me before standing up. I was conscious of the fact that I was at my friend’s house and had been gone to the ‘toilet’ for a long time. I looked at her and saw that she was clearly unsure of what to do; for all her beauty she was young, and it showed.

‘I don’t really know what to say Lauren. That was…amazing-but we shouldn’t do anything. Even if we want to. I’m sorry-if you need too, call and we can talk, but I don’t think we should do this again.’ I was about to turn and leave, but paused, moved by the look of yearning in her downcast eyes. I stepped over and kissed her lightly once again. ‘I’m sorry.’

I left then, returning to the lounge room and sat back down, the others basically ignoring me they were so engrossed in the game they were playing. I didn’t see Lauren again for the morning, and I left about two hours later, still tired but confused over what had happened. What should I do? I found her stunning and arousing like no one else, but there were a few problems with any sort of relationship with her. Firstly was the simple fact of her age; she was only eighteen and I was about to turn twenty-two. That was a little strange, to feel such a strong attraction to a younger girl really. I had never had sex before, not uncommon for guys my age, but she was so much younger that it seemed kind of wrong.

Of course the main problem was that she was the sister of one of my best friends. It was a kind of taboo to do anything with a mate’s sister. I once heard a guy say that unless you’re going to marry them you steer clear or you lose your friend. I certainly didn’t plan on marrying her by any stretch of the imagination, but I didn’t want to lose the friendship we had. So I had a bit of a dilemma on my hands.

Oh well. Time would tell.

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The next day I still didn’t know what to do. I had slept the night before, mainly because I was so tired, but I was still awake and trying to decide. I didn’t have to wait all that long. Just after lunch my mobile rang. I answered, not knowing the number but obviously suspecting who it was and I was right. Lauren’s voice came over the phone, uncertain and shy. My heart jumped up to my throat and stayed there.

‘Hi. Umm…I think I want to see you again. I know you said we shouldn’t when you left yesterday, but…I really liked how you made me feel’ she finished limply.

‘Lauren, I want to too. But while what happened yesterday was wonderful and I’ll always remember it, I really think that we can’t do anything more.’ She was silent for a while before speaking again.

‘I know that I guess, but…I haven’t really had to speak like this before but…you made me feel-horny. I need to see you again. I-‘ she paused again and drew in a deep breath. ‘I want to be…touched by you again. It felt so good. Please.’

I was taken back when I heard those words coming from her mouth. The urgency behind them was palpable. ‘Okay. I-it’s not really right, I know, but, yeah. I want to see you too. How do you think we can manage it?’ She made me want her as well, the way she was so desperate to see me. But it would be hard to arrange a place to meet without it seeming suspicious. I wasn’t sure, but maybe she’d have some ideas.

‘I don’t know,’ the relief and happiness in her voice clear to hear, ‘Maybe we could try to rent a hotel room…or meet at a park just to ‘talk’ I suppose. It might be harder then I thought…’ she finished with a puzzled tone. ‘I hadn’t thought about that much.’

Neither had I. I thought the idea of a hotel room might work, but I wasn’t sure. I had just got a new job, but hadn’t been paid yet. Maybe in a week…but I didn’t know if we wanted to wait that long. In the end we decided to rent a hotel room, and would split the bill. So I went to work to find a room in the city next weekend, and one that was nice but not too expensive. Eventually I found one at the Hilton. Of course, you hear the name and think it will be expensive but it had a good deal at the time and was not the presidential suite by any means, but quite nice all the same.