“I’ll have a Bombay Sapphire martini up with a twist and a half dozen oysters,” I told the waiter. He nodded before turning to her with a smile.
“And for you?”
“I’ll have the same thing,” she said.
“No, my little sister here will have a virgin bloody mary, and a shrimp cocktail. I appreciate that you didn’t card her, but she’s not getting drunk on my watch.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” the waiter said, looking her up and down with a leer in his eye that seemed to have only gotten worse. Maybe he decided a sister was better than a girlfriend. Maybe he had a chance.
“What the hell?” she asked, kicking me under the table. “I wanted a fucking drink, and now I have to pretend to be your little sister all night? You’re mean. A mean big brother.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and I smiled back. We didn’t often play in public, but something had gotten into me, and I couldn’t get it out. At least not before I did something about it. Our little sister game was more about pushing and pulling than her listening, but it turned her on at least as much as it did me.
“Go to the ladies room and lock the door behind you,” I said with a smile. “Oh, and make sure to wink at the waiter before you go in.”
She raised an eyebrow, but stood up seconds later. I watched her ass when she disappeared around the corner, and I waited a few minutes before following.
“Hey, did you see my sister? She keeps sneaking off to take selfies under her dress for her fucking boyfriend.”
The waiter opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He eventually just pointed at the ladies room, not moving an inch as I approached the door. I pounded on it loudly, and when I looked back two or three more waiters had joined in his vigil. She opened the door, and without so much as a word I pushed my way in and closed the door.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I screamed. “You can’t go back out looking like that. Come here!”
I pulled her to me and kissed her hard on the mouth. She didn’t hesitate at all when I spun her around, and by the time her panties were around her ankles she was moaning “big brother” over and over again.
“You think this is funny? You want the whole place to know what a whore you are?”
“Fuck you,” she screamed back. “You’ve always wanted to fuck me. You pervert.”
“Yeah, well maybe I should!” I yelled, pushing her over the sink. Her dress rode up instantly and I had my cock in my hand a second later. I grabbed her hips and fucked her quickly, slapping her ass with each thrust.
“You still like being a little slut, huh Sis? Is that what you wanted?”
“You’re sick, you know that? Who fucks his own sister? My boyfriend is going to kill you.”
I pushed her down harder, as I struggled to stand and fuck at the same time. She arched back into me, but after two or three more thrusts, I was finished. I stepped back and put my hard cock back into my jeans before shoving her panties into her purse. She turned and kissed me, a huge smile on her face that wouldn’t quite.
“Walk back to the table alone. Like nothing happened. Don’t make eye contact.”
“Yes big brother,” she whispered as she reached for the door.
“Good girl,” I said, shutting it behind her just long enough for me to get my breath. I tucked in my shirt, ran some water through my hair, and washed my hands.
When I walked out of the ladies room there was no trace of our waiter at all.