Julie has been Samantha's best friend for so long that she's like a sister to Sam and her brother Andy. But Julie has always had an unrequited crush on Andy and wants to do something about it. Sam wants to help her. And her brother
Their family Sunday dinner done, Samantha turned to her brother and asked “Andy, would you mind driving me back to the residence?” Sam was a student nurse at St. Vincent’s and even though she lived in the same city she, as with all the other student nurses, was required to live in residence “so they can put us on shifts in our later years” she said. But she was allowed to return home for weekends.
“Sure,” said Andy; “I’ll bring my truck around.” Only a year older than Sam (“Irish twins”, he and Sam told their friends) and a year ahead of her in school, he was studying engineering. He found his truck excellent for his summer landscaping work.
As they headed toward the hospital Sam leaned over to Andy and said “can we stop for coffee? I want to talk to you about something.”
“Sure”, and Andy pulled up at the first coffee shop they spotted.
They each got their coffees and Sam led them to the back of the shop, choosing an isolated table far from the other customers. Andy wondered what was up. Sam stared out the window for a few minutes, sipped her coffee and seemed interested in everything except talking. But Andy knew her well; they’d always gotten along very well, never argued or fought as some of their friends did with their siblings. So Andy knew to wait. Finally Sam began. “You know that Julie is leaving town, right?” Julie was Sam’s best friend, one of Andy’s old classmates; for some reason Julie and chosen Sam, a year behind her in school, as her best friend.
“Sure, Mom told me a while ago.”
“Well, what do you think about it?”
Andy was mystified; “what do you mean? Why would I have an opinion?”
“You don’t know why she’s leaving, do you? No clue?”
“No, I assume for work or something?” Julie worked for a bank and he assumed she was taking a transfer.
“What a doofus. Andy, Julie has had a crush on you for probably eight years. Didn’t you know?”
“What? No. I…I had no idea. She’s been around our house for so long she’s almost like my second sister”.
“Well, I had no illusions at first: she chose me as a friend because it allowed her to get closer to you, but after a while we became best friends for real. I think when she realized you weren’t into her she was happy enough just to be around you.”
“I’m shocked, Sam, I didn’t know. So why are you telling me this now?
“She wants to do one last thing before she leaves town and it concerns you.”
“What’s that? What can I do?”
Sam hesitated, looked out the window at the parking lot, sipped her coffee, and finally said “she wants to sleep with you.”
“WHHAAA…?” was the best Andy could reply as Sam glanced around to see if any customers had overheard. “Are you kidding me?”
“No. I’m serious. SHE’S serious. She said she wants to start a new life and have no regrets, no looking back. She wants a kind of a goodbye shag, I guess.”
“I don’t know what to say. Sam, I told you Jules like a sister to me. It would be, well, weird, like having sex with a sister” and looked down at the table, not noticing Sam’s immediate blush at his words.
“Think about it for a couple of days. I’ll call you Wednesday evening so we can talk, ok?”
“Ok, but I still think this is weird.” And with that they finished their coffee, got into Andy’s truck, and drove to the residence.
On Wednesday evening Andy’s phone rang and seeing it was Sam and picked up immediately.
“Have you thought about our conversation? What do you think?”
Andy had thought and was beginning to warm to the idea. “When would this happen?”
“The weekend after next. Mom and dad will be at the lake opening the cottage for the season that weekend and it’s the weekend Julie is leaving.”
“Sam, you know I’m not all that good with girls; I went to an all-boy high school and you went to an all-girl one. Then I went into engineering school which is about 90% guys, and you’re in a nursing class of 95% women. We’re hardly experts or experienced with the opposite sex, are we? I’m certainly not.”
“I’ve thought of that. We have a weekend to practise. Mom and dad are going to their friends’ wedding this weekend; Friday night it’s a pre-wedding party and Saturday is the wedding. You and I have the house to ourselves. We can…ummm…practise.”
“Practise?”
“Well, parts. I mean not all the way of course, but we can kind of, well, work on the warm up. Together.”
Andy could almost hear the blush in Sam’s voice. He paused. He began to see Sam in totally different eyes, as he’d never seen her. He began to see a lovely young woman, thick auburn hair, pert breasts that he judged to be 34C - no, let’s be truthful, he knew her size, having picked one of her bras out of the laundry - and beautiful, athletic, slender build that remained from her high school volley ball and swimming teams. “Ok, we can try that, I guess. How about I pick you up Friday at the residence?”
“Good idea; it’ll be a good start to the weekend. Thanks, Andy. Love you.” and with that she hung up.
Friday came and Andy punctually waited outside the residence as the local nursing students all headed out to their homes. As Sam jumped into his truck she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. “Whaaa?” he exclaimed.
“I told some friends I was heading out on a date tonight. I wanted to make it look real. I even dressed the part.” At which Andy for the first time took Sam in fully, noticing the attractive, curve-hugging dress she wore. Her hair was, well, different, a touch of colour was on her cheeks, and a light touch of mascara gave her eyes a sexiness that Andy had never seen. Suddenly the truck seemed warmer, somehow. “How about we head out for dinner, like a real date? To get into the mood.”
There was a pause as Andy gathered himself and finally offered “pizza ok?”
“Pizza would be perfect,” she smiled back, and fastened her seatbelt. As she did Andy’s glance noticed the hem of her dress slide up her thighs. With some effort he returned his attention to starting the truck and driving off. And was that Sam’s slight smirk that he noticed with the corner of his eye?
Dinner was quick and delicious. “Wine?” Andy suggested.
“No; you’re driving and I’d like to wait until we’re home. I’m sure Mom and Dad have left some around.” And with that Andy drove them home. Entering their home, Andy again was struck by how attractive his sister suddenly seemed to be. He puzzled at how she didn’t have a boyfriend. Even spending her days amongst a sea of young women, he thought, surely there was some fellow who’d notice this pretty (a word he’d never really used concerning his younger sister) young woman? He watched her slender, gently curved figure, watched the dress tighten over her rear as she squatted down, searching cupboards until she found a bottle of wine. Watched her graceful, efficient movements as she quickly and efficiently opened the wine, found two glasses, and carried them all into the den, setting them on a small coffee table in front of the couch, and poured them each a full glass.
Andy sat on the couch, took a glass, sipped the wine, and asked “ok, what’s the plan?”
“There isn’t one, really; all I thought was that we should pretend that this is a date and see how it goes.”
“Ok, that makes sense. And I have to tell you, Sam, that you really look good tonight. I’m amazed at how, well, grown up you look. I feel like a slob next to you.”
“Thank you, Andy, but don’t sell yourself short. You look great, even in jeans. Hell, if I wasn’t our sister I’d go out with you in a second.” And with that she coloured slightly and sipped her wine. “How about we pretend that our date is a movie? See if there’s anything on, ok?”
Tom turned the TV on, found an old classic film noir and asked “black and white old movie ok?”
“Fine with me. I, ummm, I suspect the movie won’t be our main concern, Andy.” Now it was Andy’s turn to colour. There were a couple more sips and a minute or two of embarrassed silence broken by Sam: “I think we should be closer, don’t you? I mean, in a theatre we’d be sitting right next to each other.” Taking the hint Andy quickly slid across the couch. “And if this is a theatre, where would your arm be, Andy?” Taking the hint he immediately placed his arm around his sister’s shoulders as she relaxed and lay her head against his shoulder.
They watched the movie for a few minutes, the sound barely audible and sipped their wine until Sam once more took the initiative. Turning toward her brother she placed her free hand on his chest and lifted her head to face him. Looking down he felt the moment clearly, understood her wordless message, leaned over and kissed her. Kissed her full on the lips, feeling their soft warmth against his, feeling her soft breath on his cheek. Yes, he’d kissed a few girls, but this was different. This was a slow, soft, genuinely affectionate kiss.
And Sam kissed him back. Her hand left his chest and lightly touched his cheek, holding him to her as she returned his kiss. Encouraged, they both pressed harder, lips became hungrier, the softness replaced with need, restraint retreating. Finally their kiss broke and Sam rested her head on Andy’s shoulder again and, almost in a whisper, said “that was really lovely, Andy. For a guy who’s hung out just with guys for six years, you really seem to know what you’re doing.”
“And vice versa, Sam; did they teach you that in Nursing School?” at which she drew back and lightly punched his arm. Reacting with faux offence, he immediately gripped her by her upper arms as if to restrain further blows, then pulled her into a willing kiss. Releasing her arms he wrapped her in his embrace while her arms mimicked his gesture as the embrace became tighter and their kiss more passionate. Falling back against the couch Sam drew Andy over her, bending her neck to his kiss.
Again they broke their kiss, again they came up for air. “Better and better,” smiled Sam.
“Agreed,” returned Andy. “I think I’m - we’re - getting the hang of this pretty quick.” And each returned to their wine, their sips replaced with gulps.
They relaxed into their original postures, brother’s arm around sister, her head on his shoulder, as they tried to understand the movie before them. Finally Andy turned to Sam, gently lifted her chin toward him, and began another kiss, willingly returned by her. This time he parted his lips very slightly and pressed just the tip of his tongue between them. Sam felt the change immediately, raised her hand again to his cheek, slipped it behind his head, pressed him tighter to her, and parted her lips to meet his tongue.
And meet it she did. They both felt the electric thrill, that tiny spark of lust and permission that happened as the tips of their tongues first touched. Suddenly both opened their lips more, suddenly each tongue was pressed forward, suddenly they were engaged in the first lingual dance of their lives, their minds and tongues programming themselves with startling speed and efficiency as each danced about the other, each touched and explored the other’s teeth and mouth. It seemed an eternity, their first truly passionate kiss, but time slows down at times like this. Again they needed air. And they needed a release, as sudden as the passion that overcame them. Their brows rested against each other as each breathed hard. “I can’t believe that,” said Andy finally. “That was hot…you were hot, sis.” And gathering himself, he drew back slightly from his sister, locked her gaze, and said “you are hot Sam, really hot”. Was it the heat of their kiss, or was it Andy’s raw honesty that brought more colour to her cheeks than her cosmetics or anything else that evening?
“I liked that, Andy, I really liked it,” she said, “but we have to be careful. This is a learning experience, right? A practise, a rehearsal for Julie, remember? Julie’s the point; I want you to be ready for her, I want you to make it as good for her as possible. She’s my closest friend, almost my sister. She means a lot to me, Ok?”
“Absolutely. Can we get back to the learning part?” and both laughed, falling easily into another embrace and more kisses; soft kisses, hard kisses, and deep passionate kisses. By now Andy lips weren’t the only active part of his body. He was becoming aware of the unpleasant pressure his cock was beginning to exert on his jeans as it stiffened. The fact that it was his sister that was giving him an erection was less a concern for him than his worry that she might notice.
He shouldn’t have worried. “Well, somebody’s happy, isn’t he, Andy?” she laughed as they broke from a kiss and she leaned to pick up her wine. Not a shred of embarrassment on her part, he suddenly realized that she took it to be totally normal. Maybe she had even expected it.