At first I didn’t know it was her. Just a brilliantspill of bright blonde hair and a small slim body in apink La Sucia Hijastra Latina Betty La Ternurita Se Folla A Su Padrastro PORNO EN ESPANtildeOL blouse and snug faded blue jeans, standing in lineat the coffee shop. I was behind her and I looked herover, admiring her lovely hair and her cute little ass.But then I heard her order a tall mocha and recognizedher voice.“Make it two,” I said, sliding a ten dollar bill overthe counter to the barista.For a fraction of a moment the beautiful little blonderegarded me with suspicion, but then she realized Ambitious Licie Blowing Well itwas me and her face lit up with surprise and delight.“Oh my God!” she cried. She threw her arms around meand I laughed into her golden hair as she hugged me.“Oh, Andy,” she said against my neck, “I can’t believeit’s you. Where have you been? It’s so good to seeyou!” “It’s good to see you too, Nikkie,” I said.She stepped back and we looked at each other. Icouldn’t be sure of what she thought about me, but myown reaction to seeing her was the same as it hadalways been: startled, and just a bit sad. My babysister was My Step Father Caught Me Watching Porno And Disciplined Me Very Rigid For It Squir7een still the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.“It’s been so long,” she said. “I’ve missed you somuch.” “I’ve missed you too.” I took my change from thebarista, who was beaming at us as if she wasresponsible for some grand romantic reunion. I grabbedNikkie’s hand and said, “Let’s go sit down.”We got a table near the door and sat across from eachother.“Well, Nikkie,” I said, “you’re still as lovely asever.”Nikkie smiled shyly and replied, “Oh, thank you, Andy.You’re always so sweet.” She reached over and lightlypunched my shoulder. “You’re still a cutie too. So,what have you been doing? Where’ve you been? Are youstill in school? Are you doing okay?” “Hold on,” I said, laughing, “one question at a time.”I filled her in on what I’d been up to in the threeyears since we’d last seen each other: I hadn’t La Sucia Hijastra Latina Betty La Ternurita Se Folla A Su Padrastro PORNO EN ESPANtildeOL leftthe city, just kind of hung around downtown, movingfrom one job to the next while I got through college;I’d worked as a janitor, as a security guard, acabinetmaker (the best paying job I’d had, though itonly lasted one summer), even a car wash attendant. Butnow that I had my bachelor’s degree I was working as aproofreader at a small downtown publishing firm. Thehours were lousy, the pay even worse, but it wasn’tdangerous or physically demanding and I had the chancenow to pay more attention to my writing.“So, what are you doing, Nikkie?” I asked.“Me? I’m on my break,” Nikkie replied with amischievous grin.“Two tall mochas,” the barista called from the coffeebar.“You little brat,” I said, then went and got ourdrinks. When I returned I said, “So, if you’re on yourbreak, you must be working.” “Sure am,” Nikkie replied. “I’m an administrativeassistant at the adult education center next door.” “The place next door? Kind of a rough clientele, isn’tit?” From what I’d heard, the place mainly catered tothe homeless, and to people recovering from dg andalcohol ae.“Nothing I can’t handle,” my little sister replied witha shrug. She sipped Beautiful Girl Sex By The Window Russian Porn Part1 at her coffee and said, “Besides, Idon’t really have much to do with the students. MostlyI just push paper and make typing noises on thecomputer all day. Which I’m gonna have to get back to.I’m only on a fifteen minute break.” “Yeah, me too. But Nikkie, I want to talk to you sobad. What do you say we get together later on? Probablynot tonight because I’m working late. How abouttomorrow? It’s Saturday.” “That would be great,” Nikkie said. My baby sister puther soft hand on top of mine. “I’d love to spend moretime with you, Andy. Get caught up and everything.” “Then it’s a date,” I said.We got up from the table and headed for the door. Whenwe got outside we hugged each other goodbye. Nikkiekissed me on the neck and said, “I live on the cornerof Second and Trade Street. Apartment 208. Can you makeit around noon?” “Absolutely,” I said. I could smell the sweet scent oflilacs in her beautiful hair as she continued to Depiladora Falou Que Era Para Facilitar A Depilaccedil_atilde_o Mas Ela holdme.“Oh God, Andy, I really have missed you.” “I know, sweetheart.” I kissed her quickly on the lips.“See you tomorrow.” “Can’t wait,” Nikkie said. I turned to go but shestopped me with a hand on my arm. “Hey, did you meanit?” “Did I mean what?” “When you said it was a date. Are we going on a date?”She had that mischievous grin on her face again.“Sure,” I said. “If you want it to be a date, thenit’ll be a date.”Nikkie smiled and her big blue eyes shined.“Wonderful,” she said.We parted reluctantly and I walked back to work,absently drinking my espresso and telling myself that Iwas an incredibly lucky guy; I had a date with the mostbeautiful girl in the world.The neighborhood Nikkie lived in wasn’t the best in thecity, but it wasn’t the worst either. Mostly low incomeapartment buildings and mom RealityKings HD Love Seductive Shae and pop shops, with acoffeehouse, a bohemian theatre, an antique store, anadult bookstore, and restaurants scattered here andthere. I’d been a little surprised when she told me heraddress; for the last year or so since she’d moved outof our parents’ house we had lived only six blocks fromeach other and didn’t even know it.I’d gone into some of the shops, had bought coffee onthe corner, had watched a few independent films at thetheatre and frequented the adult bookstore on a regularbasis, and yet we had never run into each other. Notthat Nikkie had ever gone into Black Bull Impregnates Cuckolding Wife Angie Moon After Ruining Her the adult bookstore,though I wondered now as I drove past its garish neonsign and bright red door and parked in front of herapartment building, if she’d ever seen me going in orcoming out. It was probably a relatively good thingthat we hadn’t reunited until now.As I entered Nikkie’s building and followed theapartment numbers down the hallway and around thecorner, I thought about her, about how much she’dchanged in the last three years, and how much shehadn’t changed. She was sixteen when I left home, justa cute young kid who looked younger and purer than shereally was. She still looked too young and too pure,but it seemed more like just appearances now.I wasn’t sure what it was about her that gave me thatimpression; maybe something in those beautiful blueeyes, or her posture, or the way she’d looked at me andtalked to me, more like a downtowner than a young girlfrom Shower Sex They Both Came At The Same Time the upper middle class neighborhoods of the WestEnd. Maybe it was just how nice her ass had looked inthose blue jeans. Whatever it was, I knew as I came upon apartment 208 that I was dealing now with someonewho was going to be new to me in some ways and yet justas familiar as ever.I knocked and a few moments later Nikkie opened thedoor. She was wearing a simple white dress with tinypink flowers all over it and her sunlight colored hairwas tied back in a ponytail. She looked so fabulousthat for a second I was speechless.“Hi, Andy,” she said, giving me a big sweet smile.“Hi, Nikkie,” I said. “Are you ready for our date?” “Sure,” Nikkie replied with a giggle. “Just hold on forone teeny minute, okay?”She ducked into the bathroom and I waited there in thedoorway. While I waited a very pretty brown-haired girlwith large doe eyes and a nice little body came to thedoor. She looked like Tomochka Tribute To You From Arthur From France she was about my age.“Hi,” she said, “I’m Maggie, Nikkie’s roommate.” “Hi, Maggie,” I said, “I’m her brother Andy.” “Yeah,” Maggie said, looking me over. “Her brother. Theone she ran into yesterday. She hasn’t stopped talkingabout you since. But did you, um, did you say you weretaking her on a date?” “Yes, but it’s not that kind of date.” “Yeah, okay.” Maggie continued to scrutinize me and itwas obvious that she didn’t believe me. I didn’t knowwhat to do with that, so I just stood there andscrutinized her as well. She opened her mouth to saysomething more but just then Nikkie came out of thebathroom.“Ready,” she announced. She slipped her arm aroundMaggie’s waist and pecked her on the cheek. “Bye, hon.Don’t wait up for me.” She giggled again.Maggie responded by taking Nikkie in a full embrace.She kissed her on the lips, then held my sister’s facein her hands and said softly, “Bye, sweetheart.” Shegave me a pointed FIRSTANALQUEST HARDCORE ANAL POUNDING WITH THE BEAUTIFUL ARIEL TEMPLE look, making it clear that she didn’tcare for me very much, then let go of Nikkie and wentback into the living room.“Let’s go,” Nikkie said.We walked together down the hallway, holding hands.“Wow,” I said. “What was that all about?” “Oh,” Nikkie replied, “that was just Maggie being aclown. She’s a big clown.”I suspected there might be more to it than that but Ididn’t say anything.I took her to a small Italian restaurant on the NorthEnd. Sotavento’s, a dim quiet place on Pearl Streetthat served the best spaghetti and meatballs in thecity. Nikkie was delighted by the place, she’d neverknown it existed, and she was just as crazy aboutItalian food as I was. We got a table for two in theback, ordered our lunch, then began to get caught up oneach other’s lives.We talked a little more about our jobs; she said sheonly worked part Drunken Vanda time, for minimum wage, sitting infront of a computer all day managing records and makingforms and typing correspondence. Nikkie talked abouther work in a bored disinterested kind of way thatseemed designed to make me bored and disinterested too,but I wasn’t at all.I was fascinated with her, with the idea of mywonderful baby sister actually out there in the world,taking care of herself. Even her nonchalance wasintriguing, and when I filled her in on the dry factsof my own work, how I spent as many as twelve hours aday poring over manuscripts for continuity andmistakes, I noticed how her eyes bore into me, how sheleaned forward and smiled slightly when I talked. Shehung on my every word.Our lunch came and we ate while we talked about life inthe city.“I love living downtown,” Nikkie declared, “simply loveit. So different from our old neighborhood. There’sjust so much to see, and so much to do. Peopleeverywhere. And the buildings, you know, some of themare just so cool looking. The old buildings, the reallyclassic ones.” “Yeah, the buildings,” I said, “and the women. I Mofos Megan Rain Pervs On Patrol don’tknow why, but downtown Darlington seems to have morebeautiful women per capita than anywhere else in theworld.” “Maybe it’s something in the water.” Nikkie speared ameatball with her fork and pretended to examine it. “Orthe meatballs.” She popped it into her mouth.‘I don’t know,’ I thought to myself, ‘but whatever itis, you’ve gotten the lion’s share.’“So Andy,” Nikkie said, twirling pasta around her fork,“do you have a girlfriend?” “Not at the moment,” I said. “There’ve been a few girlsbut they didn’t last.” “What were they like?” “They were wonderful, of course. Lovely and smart,confident, funny, lots of fun. But they didn’t wantanything serious. The problem was they always waiteduntil I told them I loved them before they let me knowthat. One girl even moved to San Jose after I told herhow I felt about her.” “Oh, you poor guy,” Nikkie said.“Love is a fucking nightmare,” I said, immediatelyregretting the angry tone in my voice.Nikkie chewed a mouthful of spaghetti, swallowed, andsaid, “Sounds to me like they weren’t so smart afterall. I’d kl for a guy who loved me. Especially ahottie like you.”I laughed, surprised and pleased by my sister’scompliment. I thanked her and said, “But what are yousaying, Nik? No guy has fallen in love with you 花季少年小李和小杜互相口交 yet?” “Nope. Not a one.” “I find that impossible to believe. I would think you’dhave guys fighting over you night and day.” “Well, there have been guys, and they’ve told me theyloved me, but….you know, it wasn’t my heart theywanted to get into.” Nikkie smiled an embarrassed smileand I realized that she didn’t resent those guys.“You know, Nikkie,” I said, leaning forward and lookingdirectly into her eyes. “This is one of the reasonsI’ve always adored you. Because there’s no bitternessin your beautiful heart.”Nikkie’s smile widened, her face bright, her eyesglittering.After lunch we drove back downtown. Nikkie said shewanted to see a movie, but she didn’t want to watchanything in the regular theatres. “Something offbeat,”she said, which naturally pointed the way to thebohemian theatre, which was showing a series of foreignfilms that week. It was only a block away from herapartment building, so we parked in the same spot I’dparked in earlier and walked together down to thecorner of Fourth Street and Milton Avenue. When we gotthere we found that ‘Justice Undone,’ a film fromIceland, was only ten minutes away from starting.We bought tickets, sodas and popcorn, and sat in theback row just as the opening credits began to roll.There were only about fifteen other people in thetheatre, which lent an intimate quality to theatmosphere. ‘Justice Undone’ contributed to this, ormaybe just fell in line with it; a dark and somberfilm, it told the story of a man in a small isolatedcommunity who is put on trial for having a sexualrelationship with his sister. Something of anembarrassing development for Nikkie and me; we hadn’tknown what the movie was about.When the show was over we walked together up FourthStreet to the corner coffee shop, both of us silent. Ididn’t know what Nikkie thought about the film and it’ssubject, but I knew what my impression was: I wasstartled and a little sheepish, especially regardingthe scenes that were still lingering in my mind. I felta strong desire to talk about these things but at thesame time was reluctant to do so. Sex had never seemedto me like an appropriate topic of conversation forsiblings. I’d decided not to say anything, but thenNikkie brought the subject up herself.“Well,” she said once we were seated with our coffee,“that sure was a weird little movie.” “Definitely offbeat,” I said.Nikkie gave a concessive nod and smile.“Sure was. Guess I asked for that one. Literally.” Shegiggled. “But it wasn’t really a bad movie. Actually,it was pretty good. Just….confusing. I mean, what wasthe whole point? The guy got off with a light sentence,and it seemed like the town didn’t really know whatthey wanted to do. I mean, they wanted to punish him,but then they hardly punished him at all. And what wasthe point of the sister killing herself? She was theone who started the whole thing. And what does thetitle mean? Justice Undone. Which justice was undone?”She shook her head and sipped at her coffee. “I justdon’t get it.” “Maybe that was the point,” I said. “The confusion, theunclear motivations, the uncertain conclusions. Afterall, the brother and sister were consenting adults, sowhere, really, is the crime? What they did was againstthe law, but the brother was put on trial and convictednot so much for committing i’t as for offending thesensibilities of the community. The film ultimatelyleft the issue unresolved because people are generallyso ambivalent about it.”Nikkie thought about this for a minute, then said,“Yeah, maybe. Or maybe the director just didn’t knowwhat he was doing.”I laughed, but the discussion appeared to be over nowand I was disappointed; I’d hoped we could talk aboutthe two sex scenes, both of them very explicit, almostpornographic, in which the brother and sister first hadintercourse and, later, the sister performed oral sexon her brother. I could still see these scenes behindmy eyes, and I thought about them as I watched Nikkienurse her coffee and change the subject. My adorablesister.After coffee I asked Nikkie what she wanted to do next.“Let’s go look at the bay,” she said. “The waterfrontis so beautiful at sunset.”It was getting close to sunset, and she was right;Friday Bay in the twilight was a remarkable visualtreat. We walked again, back down Fourth Street, pastthe theatre and to the next block, turned onto CanalStreet and walked two more blocks down to the parkoverlooking the bay. We strolled along the promenade,talking about other movies we’d seen and liked. Westopped at a concession stand that was just gettingready to close and bought hot dogs and sodas, then saton 验证视频 a bench and ate and talked as the light faded fromthe sky.“Did you ever see ‘Henry and June?’” Nikkie asked me.“It was such a beautifully made film, and MariadeMedeiros is just plain gorgeous.” “I agree,” I said. I finished off my hot dog. “FredWard did a good job too. Caught the character of HenryMiller perfectly.” “I like Henry Miller. He’s one of my favorite writers.Him and Anais Nin. They seem like opposite sides of thesame coin. I like Jack Kerouac too. It’s a shame theynever made any decent movies from his books.” “Wouldn’t it be great if they did? A quality adaptationof ‘On The Road’ or ‘The Dharma Bums?’ Or ‘DesolationAngels.’” “Yeah, Andy, if they could do it. But whoever did itwould have to be able to bring out the sadness inKerouac’s work without losing any of the joy. He andHenry Miller were like that. They wrote jubilantlyabout life but there was always that subtle despairunderneath it all.” Nikkie balled up her trash andhanded it to me. “Their books always make me think ofyou.” “Me?” I asked as we stood up. I tossed the trash in atrash can as we walked out onto a fishing pier. “Whyme?”Nikkie shrugged her pretty shoulders and said, “Idunno.”We walked out to the end of the pier and stood at therailing. The light was almost entirely gone now and thelights on the bay and the distant shore glittered. Istood behind Nikkie and put my arms around her waist. Ihugged her to me and slutty teens get twats eaten out kissed her ponytail.“I’m not sad right now,” I said.We watched the boats on the bay for a while, thenNikkie said, “I really like some modern writers too.Like Larry McMurtry, and Lynne McFall. Oh, and PatConroy. ‘The Prince of Tides’ just made me totally cry.I like Sarah Schulman too.” “I’ve heard of Sarah Schulman,” I said. I looked downat my sister. “Isn’t she a lesbian writer?” “Yeah. Maggie turned me on to her. She’s not aseloquent as writers like Pat Conroy, but she’s stillvery talented. Funny and gritty. She was inspired byJack Kerouac. In fact, the title of her novel ‘GirlsVisions and Everything’ comes from a line in ‘On TheRoad.’” Nikkie looked up and saw the way I was lookingat her. She gave me a wry smile and said, “Don’t worry,Andy, I’m not a lesbian.” “What about Maggie?” I asked.Nikkie looked back out at the water and said, “Shethinks she’s in love with me.”I wasn’t surprised by this remark, though I wasintrigued by Nikkie’s tone of voice; it suggested amixture of affection and disappointment, conflictedfeelings. I wanted to ask her more questions butcouldn’t decide what I wanted to know.Nikkie sighed and said, “Gee, Andy, this is all sobeautiful. I’m having such a wonderful time with you.”I kissed her cheek and told her that I loved her. Mybaby sister smiled and turned around in my arms. Oureyes met, fell deeply into each other, and suddenly wewere kissing. Not passionately, but there was nodenying the romantic and even erotic energy in the wayour lips touched, pressed together. The kiss onlylasted a few seconds, then Nikkie looked at me andsaid, “Andy. Why does the nicest guy I’ve ever met haveto be my brother?” “I w
