She held my hand, and we walked around chatting about various things. As we strolled along the riverfront, we were surrounded by the vibrant colors of autumn leaves. The crunching sound of leaves underfoot added to the rustic atmosphere. The cool breeze carried the earthy scent of the river and the surrounding foliage. “What a nice evening!” Joni said, lunging at my shoulder. I tried to ignore the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the occasional chirping of birds and pay attention to what Joni hummed. We walked, observing the golden moon shine over the river, feeling the fresh air filling our lungs and the warmth of Joni against my skin. I felt fantastic and renewed. This is living, I said to myself.
We stopped for an ice cream along the way home, and it was just past ten pm when we finally arrived home.
“Nate! Can you stop the car in the driveway and walk me to the door?” she asked with a heartfelt smile. You can pull the car into the garage after that, if that is okay.”
“Sure, Joni,” I said, stopping the car and walking around it to open the door for her. Opening the door for my sister wasn’t something I usually do, but I grasped that the night out with my little sister was the only date I thoroughly enjoyed with a girl and perhaps my first proper date.
We walked side by side, bumping into each other along the narrow walkway to the front door, where she stood and smiled, a radiant and captivating smile, before she said, “I really enjoyed getting to know you tonight. Thanks for such a fun evening.” Even though I didn’t quite get the part, “enjoyed getting to know you,” I ignored what she said and thanked her for the lovely evening by saying, “It was even more fun than I imagined. Thanks for spending your Sunday night with me.”
Joni went straight to her room. The only notable exception was a text from her, which read, “If you enjoyed the date, you should ask her out again.”
I pondered if I should ask her out, but I couldn’t decide whether going out with Joni was the right thing to do. Sure, I was relaxed, and she was fun to be with. She ultimately made me forget she was my sister and paved the way for me to enjoy our time together. Sure, we spent a lot of time together at home, but the time I spent with her on Sunday was completely different, and I felt like a different person. I was undecided, yet subconsciously, I looked for another date with her.
When I finally decided to ask my sister, it was already Thursday. Since I had to work Friday evening until very late, I thought of asking her to go out with me on Saturday.
“Joni, I’ve been thinking about last Sunday a lot lately, and I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me Saturday night. I know this might be short notice, but I really enjoy spending time with you, and I think we could plan something fun!”
After a disappointed look and a vacant stare, Joni smiled. “Oh…Nate!” she paused and placed her hand on my shoulder, giving me a little peck on my cheek. “I am sorry, Nate. I have a date this Saturday. I wish you had asked me a day or two earlier. The answer is Yes, I will go with you, but not on Saturday. ” she was apologetic.
“It’s okay, Joni. Really … You should go out and meet people and have fun. I’ll figure out something to do while you are away,” I said, attempting to hide my gloominess. “Who is the boy you are going with? Your boyfriend?” I asked since I was curious.
“I don’t have a boyfriend yet,” Joni chuckled. It’s just a guy I met at a friend’s place who asked me out.” Then, after a short pause, she added, “Now, Nate, you are not going to mess around with guys while I am out, you hear? You promised me to give up all that and go straight, right?”
Her comments annoyed me, but I said, “No, I am not going out.” Hiding my emotions.
“I’ll tell you what… If you are up by the time I get back, I’ll tell you about my date, and you can tell me what you did and with whom when I return. How’s that?” I agreed.
The Saturday night after Joni left, I felt uneasy and somewhat envious for reasons I couldn’t comprehend. She looked great in the knee-length, dark, tight dress that hung just above her knees with a light pair of ankle-high boots, and I complimented her when she said goodbye. It wasn’t surprising that a girl as pretty as Joni got asked out by a boy, but my mind wondered where she was and what she might be doing with the boy she was out with. I channel suffered but couldn’t decide what to watch to ease my unsettling thoughts. Then, I resolved to spend my time visiting my favorite porn site.
Then unexpectedly, when I heard the front door being opened, I swiftly closed the porn tab of my browser and checked the time on my laptop. It was only nine, and I didn’t expect Joni to return just so quickly from her date.
“You are home…” I happily asked, “You are back?” simultaneously.
“So, did you go anywhere?” she asked curiously.
“No, I stayed home. How was your date?”
“Oh…god. What a waste of my time.” She sighed. “That dude was something…”
“What happened, Joni?”
“Well, he took me to a cheap burger joint. Then, he wanted to take me for a joy ride, and I agreed since I still had hopes for him and thought he could be a nice guy. While driving, he took a bottle of tequila from under the seat, and he wanted me to take shots with him out of the bottle, but I refused. That made him upset; I think he planned on getting me drunk or something.” She giggled and asked, “Do you want to hear the rest?”
“Of course, tell me the rest.”
“Ok, later, he took me to a park, parked at a dark spot, and tried to kiss me. I let him first, and then when he started getting aggressive, I asked him to stop, but he kept putting his hands and mouth all over me. Anyway, long story short, I asked him to take me home, and he said he would only take me home if I sucked his nuts. Do you know what I said? I said I was a good nutcracker, and I could bite or squeeze his stinky nuts until they cracked, but I wouldn’t suck them even if he had the only pair that God created.” I was stunned hearing what Joni said, but Joni laughed as if what happened was funny.
“Joni! That’s not funny. Who was this guy? Do you think we should report this to the police? How did you get home.”
“No, Nate. He is just a wimp and a crazy guy. I thought that by his good looks, he was a nicer person. Forget about him. And he dropped me off and left, calling me a bitch for not sucking his nuts. Looser…” I was concerned, but we had a good chuckle about the incident.
“So, have you been good?” Joni questioned, and I nodded.
“By the way, Now I have to shower and wash my hair after this fucker putting his hands all over me. Would you be a good sport and help me blow-dry my hair? I am tired…” she asked as she walked to the bathroom.
“Sure, Joni.” I gladly volunteered.
I rushed to the bathroom when she finished her shower and hollered down the hallway. Calling for me. Joni waited for me at the vanity, only a towel wrapped around her torso, barely covering the round bottom of her rear. Somehow, I felt somewhat Strange, yet delighted seeing my sister the way she stayed. I couldn’t evade the eyes traveling through the uncovered parts of her milky skin that shimmered in the light. Joni stood facing the vanity mirror, and I stood behind her with the blow dryer and started to separate her fair with my fingers on my left while holding the dryer with my right. As I kept moving my left, separating her hair and drying, she slightly tilted her head backward while squinting her eyes.
“This feels good, Nate,” Joni said, tilting her head even further back. When I began to dry her sides and the front, Joni lurched her entire body back, putting some weight on me. My fingers touched her ear, separating hair around the area to dry. Joni giggled. “It is ticklish there,” she said when her bottom came in contact with my groin, which she didn’t bother to pull back. I wondered if Joni pressed her partly covered bottom on me purposely or if it was a natural reaction when her ear was tickled. I promptly pulled back my hip as she staggered, keeping contact intact.
“Don’t worry, my butt is clean and I am just off the shower.” She cackled as I finished drying.
“No worries.”
Turning around, she gave me an enquiring eye and asked, “Did I offend you, Nate? I am sorry if I did. It is not like I was planning to rub my ass all over you.”
“No, Joni, I am not offended, but I know I should fear a nutcracker.” I joked.
“So, you got nuts, and they are for boys, girls, or both? Tell me honestly, which do you prefer?” I was stunned and couldn’t think of a way to answer her. She won’t believe me if I tell her the truth, which I have repeatedly.
“Never mind. Did you sort of like it when I pushed onto you?”
“Yes, Joni, but you are my sister. You shouldn’t.”
“Yes, but we are a team. We are working together to get you to be straight, right. Please try, ok? If you decide later that you are gay or Bi, I won’t have any regrets, but if I don’t try to change you now, I know I am going to regret it.” Her face became gloomy, and her eyes teared up and glistened as she rushed out of the bathroom.
As planned, we went out late on Sunday, since we both had school the next day, spending a few hours at the mall first since Joni wanted to do some shopping and then stopped for pizza. Joni again made every attempt to make me feel like I was on a date, not running around with my sister. She walked shoulder to shoulder every step of the way and held my hand at times. After the pizza, Joni suggested we go to the under twenty-one dance club a few miles from where we were. Even though I was never into dancing, I agreed to go along since I knew she liked to dance and have a good time. Or perhaps, secretly, I wanted to prolong the evening with her by dancing, even though dancing was never on my list of fun things to do.
The place had a decent number of youngsters and was cozy with a DJ playing the latest songs. We sat and sipped our drinks, me a non-alcoholic beer and Joni a virgin margarita, observing the folks on the dance floor. We chatted, gawking at the dance floor for a good while before Joni asked, “So, going to do some dancing tonight, are you?” she laughed.
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