Tim and Tina Ch. 03

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I wake the next morning and roll over, feeling a piece of paper crinkle under my nose. Curious, I open my eyes and pull the paper from beneath my face. It’s a note from Tina.

“Hey Cutie,” it starts. “Last night was great, you are so sweet and the things you can do with that tongue of yours, oh my god; I can’t wait for our date tonight. Let’s go somewhere we won’t likely be seen by people we know. I’m sure you considered that already, but better to be safe, right?” I shake my head as I grin at what she wrote.

“Nerd,” I say out loud and then read on.

“I know, I’m a nerd, haha. Anyway, I can’t wait to see you later. The auditions will be done at five and then I’ll be free to go. Did I tell you I wrote the play we’re putting on? Anyway, I’m pretty excited about it; I gave Daniel the reigns to direct it so I can audition for the lead role as Abby. Sorry, I’m just a little excited; you probably don’t care about any of this.”

I shake my head. “Of course I care.”

“I know, I know, you do care. If last night is proof of anything, you’ve always cared about me and what’s going on in my life. Anyway, I love you! I’ll see you tonight! Love…Tina.”

I grin like an idiot, fold up the paper and slip it into my nightstand where I see a few scattered condoms. I make a mental note to take some with me tonight, just in case. I’d rather not get my sister pregnant right now.

With a satisfied smile on my face as memories of last night run through my head, I get in the shower and ultimately jerk off to thoughts of my sister. I know I should feel guilty or act like having these thoughts is wrong, but I think after pleasing each other orally like we did, all those thoughts seem irrelevant to me now. I know I love her and that’s all that really matters; right?

I finish up in the shower, get dressed and then head downstairs for breakfast. Dad left for the office for a few hours; he doesn’t always go on Saturdays, but every once in a while he’ll head in to get caught up if he had a busy week. I assume he was slammed because I look at the time and it’s already 10:30 and he’s still not home yet.

“Morning, sweetie,” Mom says as she washes dishes at the sink. “What would you like for breakfast?” she asks; she’s always made us a big breakfast on Saturday and Sunday mornings since we’re usually in such a rush during the week. Even with my amazing school schedule, I sleep in as much as possible and grab a couple Pop-tarts on my way out the door, or eat a quick bowl or two of cereal before rushing out the door.

Next to the stove is a bowl of batter for either pancakes or waffles. I notice the waffle iron still out, so that must be what the batter is for.

“Waffles?” I take a chance.

“Good, you’re observant this morning,” she teases.

I chuckle at her as she dries her hands and then plugs the waffle iron back in; it’ll be a few minutes before it’s warm enough to cook the batter in the bowl.

“Did your sister sleep with you last night?” she asks out of the blue.

“What?” I ask, my heart rising into my throat.

“She wasn’t in her bed this morning and then she was suddenly in the shower. Did she end up falling asleep with you last night?” she asks.

“Oh, yeah, I guess so. She was gone before I woke up, so I’d assumed she went back to her bed at some point,” I say; it seems like a good cover.

“Is everything okay? You two haven’t stayed up talking that late in a long time,” she says, picking up her large mug of coffee and then sips from it, leaning against the counter.

“She was pretty upset about a boy yesterday,” I tell her.

“A boy? Who?”

“Um, do you know Daniel? He’s in drama with her,” I ask.

She squints one eye as she looks up the ceiling in thought. “I think so. Good-looking boy, wears glasses, looks like Harry Potter?” she asks.

I laugh. “Yeah, that’s him.”

“Did he ask her out? Were they dating?” she asks the questions quickly.

“Not exactly,” I say and she looks at me suspiciously so I explain. “She asked him out yesterday.”

“And he turned her down,” she says.

“Something like that,” I say and her thin eyebrows create a broken V above the bridge of her nose. “He did turn her down but not for reasons you might think.”

“He’s gay isn’t he?” she asks.

I nod. “How’d you know?”

“I think I’ve always wondered, but your little story here confirms it for me. I had a feeling she liked him too; ever since I saw her talking to him after their plays and musicals the past couple of years. He just seems too perfect, you know?”

I nod, completely agreeing with her. “Yeah. She had no idea he’s gay, though.”

“Love is blind,” she says. “It’ll make you look past almost anything.”

The light on the waffle iron turns off, so Mom puts some of the batter on the iron and then closes the two sides together.

“Keep an eye on it. Wait a minute or so after the light goes out; that thing is old and doesn’t always cook all the way through. I keep telling your dad to get a new bedava bahis one,” she says and then kisses me on the top of the head. “I’m glad to see you and your sister close again. Be a good brother to her; she deserves someone great,” she tells me and then goes upstairs. A minute later I hear the shower in her room turn on and then the light goes out on the waffle iron. I wait a minute or so like she said to and then take a plate from the cupboard and plop my breakfast on its cool surface.

After breakfast, I head upstairs and work on some of my weekend homework for a couple hours to kill time. When I finish, I realize that Tina’s already rubbed off on me, but for the better. I never would have done my homework on a Saturday morning. I usually wait until Sunday night or Monday morning to do it in a hurry.

“Holy shit,” I say under my breath. “I can’t believe I actually did that,” I chuckle. I look at the clock and see that I’ve still got four hours before Tina’s rehearsal is done. My phone suddenly vibrates and I find I have a text from her.

She’s sent me a picture of her magnificent breasts, still covered by a sexy, hot pink bra. “Thinking of you, Stud,” the message says.

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“Damn,” I say to myself and then wonder what I should send back. As a quick reply, I text her, “Wow, I definitely miss those right now.”

A few seconds later. “Haha, I thought you might. How are those sexy abs of yours?”

I grin and then lift up my shirt and snap a picture of my upper body for her. “They miss you too!” I text back with the picture.

A minute later she responds with, “I’m leaving the school now…”

I reply: “Haha, no, sis, be patient. Enjoy the auditions. I’ll pick you up at 5:30. I love you!”

“Sigh, fine! LOL, I love you too!”

Living in the North Orange County area in Southern California, I figured a dinner down in South Orange County should be far enough away from where most of our classmates and friends would be; especially if I take us further south than even we’ve gone. I find a nice steakhouse in Dana Point and call and make a reservation for 7 p.m. That should give us plenty of time to get down there with traffic. Plus, it looks close to the beach, so that could be romantic with the sun setting by then.

I let my parents know that Tina and I are going out with friends of hers after the auditions/rehearsal to get dinner and hang out for the night so they wouldn’t worry about having to feed us for dinner. Dad even gives me some cash to pay for our dinner. I have plenty of money in my account for the night, but I’m also not one to argue with free money.

At 5:15 I pull out of the driveway in Mom’s luxurious, black Escalade and arrive at the school a few minutes early. Most of the other students are already gone; the only two cars left in the parking lot aside from the drama teacher’s is Tina’s and, I assume, Daniel’s. Daniel walks out of the school, gets into his Mini Cooper and drives off. Tina then walks out to the parking lot, talking to the teacher while wearing a coat over her date clothes. I doubt Mrs. Taylor recognizes Mom’s car, but my stomach clenches as they both look over. Then Tina walks away and gets into the passenger’s seat. I would have gotten out and opened her door, but we don’t want to give away that it’s the two of us going out together tonight.

“Mom gave you her car, huh?” she says and then looks at the spacious backseat and even more spacious cargo area behind that.

“Yeah, I’m glad she gave me this rather than Dad handing me the keys to his car,” I say, putting the car in gear and driving out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, not much room to move around in the back of his,” she says, implying the possible night’s activities.

My cock twitches in my pants at her words and the sultry tone of her voice. I stop at the red light and she leans towards me, so I lean towards her and meet her for our first kiss of the day. Our tongues meet briefly before she pulls away and tells me the light’s changed.

I head south on the freeway to take us to dinner.

“So, where are we going?” she asks curiously.

“I looked up places in South County so we’d be farther away from anybody we know. So, dinner is at a place called Salt Creek in Dana Point. After that, I thought we’d head down to the beach and go for a walk and, well, you know; see where things go,” I say and look at her out of the corner of my eye.

“Sounds like a plan!” she says and takes my hand in hers. “Are we crazy?” she asks after a few minutes of silence. She doesn’t sound scared or worried about us; in fact, she sounds excited but curious at the same time.

“Probably a little,” I say with a chuckle.

“I know this is far from normal or even acceptable, but it feels natural to me,” she says. “What about you? What do you think?”

I stare out the windshield, watching the gathering traffic as it begins to slow. We have plenty of time, so I’m not too worried about the traffic just yet.

“Let’s put it this way,” casino siteleri I start. “Ignoring my feelings would feel more unnatural than acting on them. You know I used to compare girls to you, they’d fall short and then I’d lose interest and find a new girl. All I know now is, I don’t have to look anymore because I’m with you now,” I say and kiss the hand that’s holding mine.

I glance over at her and she almost looks like she might cry. Shit, I didn’t want to make her all weepy before dinner.

“That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever told me,” she says and then leans across and kisses me on the cheek. If it hadn’t been for the traffic in front of me, I would have kissed her as well.

An hour later, we finally reach the restaurant after fighting with the Southern California traffic, and make our reservation with ten minutes to spare. Our table is already ready and waiting for us, so we’re taken to a booth towards the back of the restaurant. The dining room is dimly lit; you can just barely make out what people are doing in each of the dark, circular booths. We’re sat at a small, round booth in a dark corner. Tina removes her coat before sliding into the booth and I’m blown away by what she’s wearing, as are a few other male guests. Though it’s dark, I can tell their eyes are lingering on her curvy and almost hourglass body.

Her light green dress hugs every part of her as if it’s painted on. The V neck plunges low, showing off her wonderful cleavage; the back is even lower, revealing that she’s either not wearing a bra or its strapless. The tightness of the dress below the point of the V doesn’t reveal whether she’s wearing any other underwear or not, but I assume at very least that she’s got a thong on under that dress that undoubtedly matches. I resist the urge to grab at her body.

I slide into the booth on the opposite side and meet her in the middle as the host hands us our menus.

“You look amazing,” I tell her, opening up my menu, though I’m barely able to take my eyes off of her.

“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself,” she compliments me.

I feel underdressed compared to her, wearing black slacks with a blue shirt and a black tie. Sure, I don’t wear nice clothes like this very often, if at all, but I’m not dressed to kill like she is.

“I look like garbage next to you,” I say and then lean over and kiss her.

She kisses back softly, allowing her lips to linger as her warm, sweet breath consumes my mouth and nose. I have to force my mind elsewhere to keep my erection from stirring too much; she’s intoxicating!

“Any idea what Mom and Dad are up to tonight?” she asks me.

I can barely peruse the menu with her sitting next to me, let alone think about Mom and Dad. “No, Dad just slipped me some cash and said to have fun. I think they’re just glad to see us hanging out again.”

“I know we’ve already said this, but I really have missed us being close and I’m glad we are again,” she says and then kisses me on the cheek.

“Me too. You know,” I say, changing the subject slightly. “I can barely concentrate on this menu with you dressed like that,” I accuse playfully.

“Would you rather me take the dress off?” she teases.

I chuckle nervously. “Please do,” I joke and she giggles.

Finally, my eyes land on a steak dinner that sounds good, so I set the menu aside and sit back to simply admire my sister. Her hair, left in its naturally curly state, yet not even remotely in a mess, falls gracefully at her shoulders. In this lighting, you can see a tint of red; a trait passed down from our grandmother. It’s strange to me that sometimes her hair is almost raven black like Mom’s, but then there are those random times like now that the auburn shines through.

I look up to see the host walk a couple through the restaurant, right past our table. I just barely catch a glimpse of the woman but I recognize her immediately as Aunt Dana.

“Shit,” I whisper, sinking back into the darkness of the booth.

“What’s wrong?” Tina asks concerned.

“I just saw someone that looks just like Aunt Dana. I swear it’s her,” I tell her.

“Seriously?” she asks, looking around.

I look again and three tables down and across the aisle from us is the unmistakable figure and blonde hair of our parent’s close friend, Dana. She was once a famous actress and her husband, Andy, is a big TV producer. I think I heard Mom talking to her on the phone recently and it sounded like Dana was leaving Andy. I didn’t really like Uncle Andy, he’s a dick. Sometimes I think she only married him for the money and the fact that he was the producer of the show she used to be on.

“That’s not Uncle Andy, I can tell from the back of his head. This guy has some gray hair; you can see it when he moves his head into the light a little better. See?” Tina points out.

“I think Dana is leaving Uncle Andy. He probably cheated on her,” I say.

“Why would anyone cheat on her?” Tina asks flabbergasted. “She’s gorgeous!” bahis siteleri

I look at her wide-eyed.

“What? I can’t think another woman is attractive?”

“I wasn’t thinking that at all.”

“It’s not like I’d sleep with her; she’s just very beautiful.”

I nod. “I agree, and I think I would sleep with her if given the chance,” I say and then Tina slaps my arm.

“Hey, I’m just being honest,” I defend myself with a laugh.

“I guess if we’re being honest…” she trails off.

“Really?” I ask excitedly.

“No!” she says slapping my arm playfully again. “Not with Aunt Dana anyway.”

My eyes widen again. “Who then, pray tell?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she teases with a seductive look.

Our server steps up before I can reply. She takes our order and a minute later walks away to get our drinks.

“I’m going to get it out of you one way or another,” I threaten her.

“Good luck with that. I’m like Fort Knox when I want to keep a secret.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve got the key to Fort Knox then, isn’t it?” I say leaning into her.

“We’ll have to see about that,” she says in almost a whisper, her breathing increasing as I move in closer and closer.

I kiss her and she turns towards me, opening her mouth so our tongues can meet again. Just kissing her gets my heart rate going. Suddenly we hear someone clear their throat and our server is setting our food down. Time seems to have just disappeared on us. I swear only thirty seconds had passed since we started

kissing.

“First date?” she asks with a wink.

We smile at her slightly embarrassed. “Yeah,” I say awkwardly.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve seen much worse,” she tells us.

“Well, we’ll try and keep ourselves under control,” Tina says with so much poise, it’s almost like we hadn’t done anything. I have to remind myself she’s an actress.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” our server asks.

We look at our plates and I shake my head. “I’m good, thanks. Tina?”

“Can I get a side of ranch dressing?” she asks.

“Of course, I’ll be right back with that.”

We dig into our meals, eating quicker than we really should, but our make-out session put a drive into us to get out of the restaurant as quickly as possible.

“Tim? Tina?” Aunt Dana’s unmistakable voice interrupts our meal.

I look up at her with a mouthful of steak. I also can’t help but stare at what she’s wearing. Her dress is just as skin tight as Tina’s, except for the skirt part at the bottom. The pink fabric flares out gracefully and I know if a strong enough breeze passed by, it’d reveal her nice, round ass. My eyes travel up to her huge breasts, the V neck doesn’t plunge as low as Tina’s, but it definitely shows a decent amount of cleavage; her nipples are poking through the fabric, so I doubt she’s wearing a bra tonight.

“Hey, Aunt Dana!” Tina says excitedly.

“You guys here with your parents?” she asks, though something tells me she knows the answer to that as she eyes us awkwardly.

I shake my head. “No, just a brother-sister date night,” I tell her after swallowing my mouthful of steak.

“That’s sweet,” she says knowingly and then sits down on my side of the round booth. “Look, I’m not judging,” she says quietly. “But I saw you two earlier. If I didn’t know who you were, I wouldn’t think it a big deal, but you two are siblings,” she finishes with a whisper. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asks.

I nod my head confidently and then take Tina’s hand in mine. I lift our interlocked hands and set them on the table between us.

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love Tina, Aunt Dana,” I say and then look at Tina; her eyes are sparkling and full of love.

I turn my head back towards Aunt Dana and she smiles. “I’ll keep this a secret for now, but you need to tell your parents at some point.”

We look at each other again; we hadn’t really thought that part through yet. I think deep down we knew it was something we’d have to face one day, but we’ve been so caught up in each other the past twenty-four hours we hadn’t had a chance to really consider it much.

“Do you think they’ll understand?” Tina asks.

Dana looks from me to Tina. “Your mother, maybe. She may not like it at first, or even at all, but she loves you two too much that after she says her peace, if you don’t change your minds, she’ll accept you because she couldn’t bear to live without you two. Your father, on the other hand, he’ll take a bit more convincing.”

“Is there anything you can do to help us?” Tina asks.

“Help you? Why would I do that?”

“Because you love us?” Tina asks as a plea with big, puppy dog eyes.

Dana laughs. “That’s cute. I do love you guys, but…” she trails off for a moment. “You know what? I do have an idea; but I’m not sharing it with you. I was already planning something anyway, but it may just give you a bit of an edge if it all works out.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“I already told you, I’m not sharing it. If your parents decide to inform you if anything happens, then that’s up to them, but I’m not throwing them under the bus,” she says firmly. “Now, I must get back to my, uh, date,” she says, standing up.

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