The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... safe person to take my feelings to. She has helped me sort through things some.”

“So what did you decide, do you prefer boys or girls?”

“I prefer boys, but I could go for the right girl, if I met her.”

“Is my sister the right girl?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. She might be, or you might be the right boy,” she said, kissing my cheek. “But before I can figure that out, I get the feeling that there is something that the two of you need to sort out before either of you will let me in.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just a vibe I am getting.”

Megan must have sensed that she had crossed some invisible boundary, because she backed off. She leaned back on the couch again and we flipped the TV to a sitcom we watched in silence, sitting naked on the couch still damp from our lovemaking.

Around 10:30 she disengaged from me and dug her phone out, doing a quick check of her email.

“Well, it looks like there is more damage to our power supply than just the cable cut. They are telling us to work from home tomorrow. I probably should go home because they will probably be calling me early and I doubt management will take kindly to me working from your house in my underwear.”

I suggested that we do dinner on Friday (rather than sex on the subway again). Megan agreed.

We kissed and said our somewhat gropey goodbyes then she got dressed and headed out.

I killed the lights, crawled into bed, and slept well for about four hours. Then I woke ...

... up and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, thinking about Megan – and about what she had said about my sister and I.

PART III

I managed another hour or so of sleep before the alarm went off.

Thursday at work went uneventfully. Megan was busy, and we had no interaction except pure business. We were still working remotely because of the power cut and related damage, so we didn’t have any face-to-face time.

I had just wrapped up for the day and was considering what I would do that evening when my phone rang with a video call from my sister.

“Hi Jesse,” I answered. “What’s up?”

“Hi Bryce. I was wondering, do you want to come by for dinner? We haven’t just talked in awhile, or seen each other face to face. You’re my brother and the only living relative I’m close to so we should see each other in the flesh at least occasionally. I’ve got fixings for fajitas. You down with that?”

“Sounds good.”

I pulled on a polo and a pair of khaki shorts and was over her place by about 6:00. Jesse met me at the door in a short flowered sundress and we hugged. She looked really cute.

The fajitas were good and we chatted through dinner and a half a bottle of wine. After eating we wandered out onto her balcony with the rest of the wine. We sat down on a porch swing. The evening was cool and a gentle breeze was coming through the air. We sat in silence for awhile staring out across the city.

The words that Megan had said about my sister and I having things to ...