4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 02

Actually, I was quite glad for the break. While I was looking forward to spending a pleasant evening with Reo, I liked the idea of dancing with whomever I wanted. Now that I looked around a bit, there were easily over a hundred people moving with the music, people of all ages. All I had to do was wander about and pluck one from the tree. What a wonderful night this was about to be. Absolutely nothing could...

"Derrick Gains, as I live and breathe."

You'vegotto be kidding me.

I turned around to see the one thing that could, as always, make or break more than just one meager day. There, putting Reo's simple white number to shame, was Elizabeth Rebecca Gains, my dear sister, the very one I had been hoping to avoid for a good long time.

Her legs weren't showing out of any cuts in her gown nor her arms hidden in sleeves, but there was a generous helping of cleavage (when did she get those?), bare shoulders, and heart-breaking ringlets that I've never seen her wear before. Her dark colors brought out the brightness of her blue eyes, and her body covered from the chest down drew eyes right to the only skin that was showing from beneath the black fur stole crossed neatly around her neck: her breasts. If she'd've been carrying a feather, I would've fallen flat on my back if she got anywhere near me with it.

"Good to see you again," she said when she approached. Nice to hear, sure, but the look on her face said otherwise. She was caught in something between a glare and a wicked smile. She curtsied to me; and not able to be rude in public, I bowed to her, and she took her place in my circle so that I'd dance with her.

She owned me with her eyes as we slowly spun to some rendition concerning a horse with antlers. Her eyes were scrutinizing every part of me, but I could look nowhere but at her eyes. "You look good," she said matter-of-factly. "Smell good, too."

"You too," I answered, though slightly heavier of breath than I expected.

For a while, we just danced to the music. It was almost normal; except that deep down, I knew how she felt about me. And deep down, my body was crying for hers.

With the length of the song, she pulled ever closer to me, even shooing a man away when he tried to interject for the song's change. It was getting dangerous how close we were getting, and when I felt the whisper of the material in her dress put pressure on my pants, I backed off, but she only pulled in closer. I gave in, letting her pull herself against my hardness.

For myself, her chest was locked tight against mine, letting me see her enhanced cleavage right below my eyes. Hers were looking back at me, and with her coy smile, I took the liberty of looking down at her chest as much as I pleased. I also couldn't stop myself from stroking her back ever so softly, rubbing her bare shoulder, even going so far as to push a stray ringlet out of her face and over her ear.

I felt her tender body responding to my touch. However she felt, I knew she was enjoying being near me. "I'm glad to see your feelings for your sister haven't changed," she said in a new voice, a softer voice. "In fact..." Her hand unexpectedly retreated to my crotch, which she rubbed heartily for several seconds before sucking her gloved finger into her mouth with relish, "You probably haven't changed at all, have you?"

More than anything, I wanted to take her home where we both made our legal addresses and show her how much I loved her. Show her in a way that would make her body ache with pleasure, even make her pregnant.

Fuck, I shouldn't've thought that. Becky caught me with a look of far-off pleasure, and her gaze went cold. "Still the same old dog," she said, her voice still seductive. "I warned Reo not to come anywhere near you, and now look at you. Who's this all over you, huh? Do you even know her name?"

Now I was getting pissed, which is a hard thing to do when your sister is rubbing herself all over your erection. "What makes you think it's not her?" I insisted.

"Because I was there with her all day, trying to convince her to leave you alone while she waited for you."

Damn. Caught. "Look, no one ever..."

"Of course, no oneeverassumes she's going to tame the great Derrick of the North, why even bother?" She was furious now, but she was keeping her composure, not attracting the slightest bit of attention. "Try to explain that to her, but she doesn't want to hear it. So since it's not going to come as any surprise..."

Oh god, my sister is reaching down my pants, clutching my cock through my shorts. Stroking it quite vigorously. What do I even have time to think about? "Becky, what the hell are you doing?" I clutched her tightly to myself to conceal her hand from our fellow dancers.

She was belligerent and insistent, and fuck help me if it didn't feel the most wonderful feeling I'd felt in any number of months, including any number of forbidden fantasies that I'd been lucky enough to carry out. None of them, and I mean not even close, did they compare to Becky stroking my cock. Even through my pants I could feel the delicacy of her fingers, wrapped in black lace as they were. How did she get so good?

Everything in me that resisted, everything that wanted space from her, everything that felt for nice girls like Reo and Mandy, none of it stopped me. I could've pulled her away, but instead I pulled her closer so she could continue clandestinely. I was even clutching tightly to her shoulders, grunting into her hair. My sister, that promised herself to me. Becky, who fucked around and got surrounded by boys she didn't know that didn't care about her who could go from horny to pissed in a heartbeat, if only they had hearts. Becky, who was spread like a whore, accepting man after man...

No! Control yourself, idiot. Don't think of them, don't think of yourself in their position, giving her what she never knew she was missing. Don't think of showing her what Mandy and Melody had just gotten, what Reo was about to get, how your own flesh and blood would be the best lover you'd ever have in your...

"Becky..."

She was immune to my pleading. With my resistance, she stroked me harder; and after I whispered her name, she was more ruthless than ever: "Come for your little sister, Derrick. It's what you always wanted, isn't it?"

For the... what, fifth? fourth? time that day, I blew off; and my thunder, it was the best feeling ever to let go right in my shorts, dressed in my finest, and by the hand of my dream girl of all people. For the moment, she was sighing alongside me, enjoying the forbidden pleasure just as much as I was. The smell of her hair alone, I...

"Don't worry, she'll find out what kind of man youreallyare," she hissed, "and she'll recover. Then you can go fuck yourself and all your little girlfriends for the rest of your god-forsaken existence for all I care. She'll always have me and her brother, and the three of us will get along just fine without you."

She slipped her hand out of my pants and stared into my eyes, and I felt like I was seeing her clearly for the first time. No, seeing something else. Something I hadn't seen since...

"It's your turn, big brother," she smiled, turning around.

"Myturn?"

"I'm not the only one who gets to play." Her ass was tipped up and pressing into my dick, which was still painfully hard despite the immense relief that came with what'll probably be my favorite orgasm ever at that point. She rubbed her dressed-up little butt against me, and it was heaven all over, only this time I couldn't shake the feeling that my sister was leading both of us down a path that would leave us both miserable wrecks.

But despite how good she looked, squirming against me to the rhythm of the music, how her developing breasts were thrusting out of her beautiful dress for the world to see, I just couldn't play any further part of it. Even if it was what I wanted, it just wasn't what I wanted.

I backed off her at last, just in time for her to skip a sigh of pleasure. Just in time, too. The musicians were taking a break, and couples were thinning out.

"Well, maybe next time," she said with a more frustrated sigh. Again, she had captured my eyes with hers, and now my face in her hands. She drew me down to her, and I became stiff. Ha ha, no, not my penis. Well, yes, my penis, but my back more importantly. "Don't flatter yourself," she insisted. "Dance policy: If a lady enjoys the dance, she kisses the gentleman on the cheek."

She looked rather elated to be so on top of things compared to my painful ignorance. Just as she said, she gave me one on the cheek, pressing extra hard from side to side with her lips. Odd behavior.

Finished, she pulled back, but only an inch. Her breathing was heavier than I thought; mine too. Her eyes were searching for something. I can only guess what she saw in mine, but somewhere in hers, I saw hope, and not hope for the futureshewas tending towards.

For better or for worse, she kissed me, for real this time, full and hard on the lips. This time, my body and mind were the same in choosing to kiss her back; for in that moment, I saw my old sister again, the one that loved me and trusted me. The sister I used to love to spend time with, the one that I felt like I could do anything with, do anythingto.

Then there was this new sister, some cold-hearted hellion living in my precious sister's shell. This woman who wanted to tease me, to taunt me into submission, to strip away everything wonderful in my life, this woman who I couldn't help but want even if she killed me, and not just because she looked like my wonderful sister.

I felt so liberated, kissing my sister like this in public for all to see. Even though she was wearing her "disguise" of little makeup, hair out of her face, and dressed elegantly, there was still the chance we could be recognized, and I didn't care. I didn't care that people would surely notice that we were kissing so deeply, that I was feeling up her breasts and her ass, when we were supposed to be parting and seeking new partners.

Funny, seeing as I was so determined only minutes earlier that no one saw her hand down my pants. It just didn't matter. I could die happy no matter what happened that night, for I'd not missed the opportunity to grope her in that enticing dress, such a rare sight for her in her true beauty.

Our lips parted, making me feel more empty inside than... too many emotions. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I really do miss you, Derrick."

We parted, and she was off for different pastures. Over her shoulder, as though some switch had been flicked, she said, "Thanks for the dance."

Well, isn't that just the suck.Nowwhat's gonna cheer me... oomph!

"Derrick!" squealed a certain someone who crashed into me with unhindered delight. And here I was still caught up in seeing whether anyone had noticed the "rich" behavior or if I could disappear off to the lavatory to mop up the rather discomfiting wetness in my pants.

"Riley?" It was my little buddy, the girl who needed advice on pleasing a woman, the one that came to visit me at the bar every day this week. "Isn't this a college party? Aren't you still in high school?"

"Cry got us dates, and we already ditched them." Her arms were flung around my neck and the music had already restarted.

"Forgive me; you said she was busy this weekend."

"Getting me a dress, the sly fox. And the eight-minute dates."

"Smart girl. Sounds like a keeper after all, neh?"

She smiled gleefully. For a girl as made-up as she was, her teeth seemed her brightest and best feature. Should've been a cheerleader. "What's her name?"

Huh? "What'swhosename?"

She touched my cheek, right where Becky had... waitaminute... She turned her own cheek, and there was a big fat splotch of lipstick in the shape of a kiss. Wait, no, there weretwo.

I caught on and stopped looking stupid. "Fast night?"

"Only seven hours left," she smirked. "Got to make the most of it." That does it. All I'd be able to think about the rest of the night was this giddy little highschooler sneaking into the grownup dance to get as many women as possible to kiss her on the cheek. Each of them spinning her around on the dance grass with her arms thrown around their necks, her smiling up at them with that adorable expression just like she was doing to me.

I have to admit, I loved the smile on her face, a smile I had helped her get. And to feel her dancing with me, so refreshing. I don't know how, but she managed to cheer me up in no time at all. "Yeah, to hell with it."

"Beg pardon?"

"Nothing. Dance with me."

"Love to."

As we danced, my worries melted away. As pretty as the environs were, I couldn't help but gaze into the little treasure's eyes, enjoying her beauty, untroubled by this bullshit I was encumbered in. The fuzzy beasts with their pronged heads would waddle past us, jingling of sleigh bells. The Huskys would be in near pursuit with innocently wicked looks on their faces until someone distracted them with food.

"I want to ask a favor," she said, stroking my cheek lovingly. Wait, lovingly? And what was with that look she was giving me?

"Anything for my little buddy."

"That's what I like to hear," she giggled. Then she stopped moving and gave me a very direct stare. "I want us to have a threesome."

Well, replace my heart with a bullfrog and shove it down my throat.

"Umm... you w- you want a... seriously?"

And just like that, she didn't look so confident anymore. I can tell from having seen quite a few girls sweep the floor with their eyes. "Come on; we're both just dating, you and I... Cry says I'm missing out on not having a guy, but I don't want someone creepy, you know? I wantyou."

I was more aware of her moving with me now. Her small, sensitive body was soft and warm, and it fit perfectly in my hands and against my body, moved perfectly with me. Could I imagine takingherto bed? Her, who was unknown to man, who wanted a simple girlfriend to marry after they both graduated high school? Did I dare be the first to show her the life-altering flesh of man?

"I know we're just friends; heck, we just met, but I know you're...experienced, and I don't want to feel like a total... Derrick? You there?"

The musicians saved my by ending their number. "I gotta go piddles; I'll see you laters, alright?"

She smiled a sad smile of defeat, but she gave me a big kiss on the cheek all the same, thanking me for the dance. Two trophies so far, and seven hours to go. Sounds fun.

I went back to the exit where the toilets lived, and since the stadium wasn't serving thousands of people, I got through the line to turlet fairly quickly. I spent a rather long time in front of the mirror after I cleaned my crotch out, and I wasn't sure I liked what I saw. Two large lipstick marks were good for the ego, but how I had gotten them was questionable. Worse still was that neither of them belonged to my date. I know she and I aren't getting married or anything, but shouldn't this night be about me and her?

Stupid serious thoughts. If I was gonna be all noble, I shouldn't've been here at all; Sally was sitting around her father's house doing nothing but getting into fights with her arch-rival Tiffany and cleaning up after the youngsters of the house and their messy friends. Riley was a pure girl that didn't need my influence and Reo obviously had my sister taking better care of her than I ever could. Enough's enough.

I took me to the snack tables to settle my angry stomach, and I found the fare to be quite delicious. I watched the tail go by just like the old days, only it wasn't so fun without my boys to back me up as usual. I wondered what Bill were doing, or Sam or Dree. I wondered where Ivy had disappeared to with her two cute sisters, or what Sadie... Sadie? Wasn't I... where was Bill when... this is too confusing.

Then I thought about my Salamandy, of course.MySalamandy. MyMandy. I wonder what Sam'd think of that. I wonder whatshe'dthink of that. Would she like a guy like me having a crush on her? She does like me, doesn't she? I hope so. I don't know why, but I think I'd feel like killing myself if she didn't. But then, I used to feel like that about Becky, didn't I? Oh well. Time to worry about the now.

"Hey, stranger."

To what do my wondering eyes and all that poetic bullshit?

"Garnet?"

"In the flesh as white as the Christmas snow. Dance?"

Once again, I was spinning on the floor. Only I don't know how good a partner I was being, filled as I was with serious thoughts.

"Are you gonna ask me what I'm doing here?" she asked.

Right, she lives in California. I hadn't seen her since the beginning of summer after Becky and I got ourselves kicked out. "Oh, right. Sorry. Umm... it's nice to see you again."

"Thanks for noticing," she grinned. "But seriously, what's with you? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"My sister, yeah."

"And I'm guessing that's a bad thing. You know how bad I feel for not finding you guys a match." She's a real estate agent for those of you not caught up. She and her husband worked with Becky and me to find a place. Didn't work, but that didn't stop me from fucking her in an alcove of the garden in the big hotel up north.

"We found a good place together. In fact, I'm here with the landlady."

"Which shade is she?" she asked, looking at my cheek decorations.

"She didn't know the rules for our first dance, which is unfortunate. With all the attention she's getting in her dress, might not have any lipstick left for me. Whatareyou doing here, anyways?"

"Mom and Dad are playing in the band and Mom's singing. We decided to come along and get the kids out."

"That's nice."

On we danced. It was nice, being with her again. By all rights I should've been elated, but now that Riley was gone, her cheerfulness left with her. Garnet wasn't slow to notice, sweet woman that she is. "You know, if you wanna feel better, you can kiss me if you like."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. A little kissing never hurt, and it's great for cheering a person up."

I couldn't help but take her up on her offer. We shared several long moments of letting our lips and noses rub together, and I felt the most sweeping sense of elation coming out of her. I decided to just shut my eyes and let my lips take over for me, but it was Becky I was kissing as soon as there was no face to prove me wrong.

I began kissing her more aggressively right away. I don't know whether I was losing control of my fantasy or if I was trying to get her out of my head, but she met me halfway, allowing my tongue to ravage hers far too early into such a sweet kiss.

She withdrew with a pleased smile. "That was wonderful," she said. "But I'm gonna go ahead and say you seeing your sister wasn't the highlight of your day."

"Do you have any brothers?"

"Just one, but we didn't grow up knowing about each other." I blinked at her stupidly for an obscene amount of time. "Hey," she interrupted, "if you're not gonna talk to me, then kiss me." I shrugged, and on we kissed.

"Do you guys run into problems?" I asked.

"Actually, you'll laugh, but we became lovers."

"You did? How? Why?"

"I was raised with my mom and dad, and Roan was with his mom. We went to school together, and we started dating without anyone telling us what was going on."

"Oh, different moms. I get it."

"We ended up living close by, but they never told us they knew each other."

"Whendidthey tell you?"

"We were pregnant before they told us. It wouldn't've mattered to me anyways."

"So there's no secret sister program hidden away in there, making you behave strangely to him?"

"We goof off, but that's just love. I goof off with my parents."