But what am I going to do now? How do I handle this terrible secret? I’ve just purchased a date with my former stepbrother, but I suspect he doesn’t remember me one whit. After all, I even changed my name, sort of. When we were siblings, I used the name Angelina, but after moving to Texas, I shortened it to just “Lina.” And my last name, Hall, is so common that no one would put two and two together. Add to that the fact that I don’t look like a little girl anymore, and all bets are off.
Shaking my head, I make myself a warm cup of chamomile tea and return to my bedroom. I get under the covers and just lie there for a moment, contemplating my life. Did I really make love with my former stepbrother? Did my dreams really come true, accepting his huge length into my wetness, the way I’ve always fantasized? A warm tingle starts in my pussy, and I squeeze my thighs together. Yes, I did, and I don’t regret that part one bit.
Then again, Tim paid me for sex, so I’m not sure I should call it “making love.” It was more a scandalous romp in the back room that’s had me dreaming of it ever since. Yet, it was so good, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I could. I still have the three bills that he tipped me with, and a sly smile crosses my face just remembering how he used them. Who knew he was so dirty and that I’d love it so much? Who knew that I’d just want more of the same?
But soon, I’m going to go on a real date with the man of my dreams, and I have to say something. Omission would be scandalous, and Tim would never forgive me if he found out that we’re related some other way. The question is: how do I tell him? And what should I say exactly? Will my former stepbrother hate me if he finds out? After all, I should have alerted Tim from the beginning, before we made love, but now, I’ve already tasted the gorgeous man, and I’m not going to let him go.
6
Lina
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It’s finally Friday night, and I couldn’t be more excited because tonight’s my date with Tim. I want to look good, even though I know I have a tendency to get frazzled when I’m nervous.
I grab my heating iron and spend forever curling my hair, but by the time I’m done, the curls look crazy and uneven. Frustration knots in my gut as I glare at the unruly locks. I decide to leave it for now and focus on putting on my clothes instead. I slip on a purple lace cocktail dress and matching heels that I chose the night before, and the fit is perfect. It’s a bit tight at my bust, with a low vee, but it still looks decent. I’ll have to be careful not to move suddenly so that I don’t pop out.
With that out of the way, I can return to my failed locks. I frown at myself for a little while before a stroke of genius hits me. I gather the curls up into a bun at the top of my head, and they form a cute mass. Now we’re getting somewhere. I play around with the positioning of the curls for a few minutes and practically stick an entire package of bobby pins into it, but by the I’m done, it looks elegant and feminine. Wow, I’m impressed.
The next hurdle to get past is my makeup. I can’t find my rose lipstick, so I settle for a light pink gloss instead, being sure to highlight my cupid’s bow. Will Tim like that? I study myself critically. Guys tend to appreciate plush lips, and I definitely have a pout to remember, so hopefully he finds it irresistible. I giggle a bit, put in a pair of silver chandelier earrings, and then clip a purple chrysanthemum from my shop into the side of my bun. When I look at myself in the mirror, I have to smile. I look quite pretty, if I do say so myself.
Then, I grab my clutch, my keys, and my cell phone, spritz myself with some of my favorite perfume, and head out the door.
Lugo’s is a fancy Italian restaurant in Prescott, and I pull into the parking lot, feeling a bit out of place. Most of the cars here are luxury sedans, while I’m just driving my old clunker. Of course, Tim offered to pick me up, but I said no. I like having my own car, just in case I need to make a getaway for whatever reason. I’m not anticipating that tonight, but who knows? Things could go badly when I reveal our past relationship.