This is the first thin, I ever send someone on DPP. I sent it to a girl who made a lot of posts about the sister dynamic. Since I was a newbie, I did not answer to a specific prompt, which is maybe the reason I never got a response. Or there are other reasons. I don't know :D
Here it is:
I open the door of the sex shop nervously. The air is warm and sticky inside. As I enter, my palms start to get sweaty and my cheeks redden. I feel like 18 again, going to the porn section of the video rental for the first time.
“Are you looking for something in particular?” I hear a female voice coming from the right. I turn around and there is a blonde girl, maybe 25. “Yeah, umm,…I was kinda looking for a strap on?”
“Oh, strap ons are popular these days. We have quite a few to choose from. They are over there.” She points to the other side of the room and motions me to follow her.
“What do you have in mind, sir?” she asks with a smile on her face as we arrive at the array of strap ons which is indeed not small.
“It’s my first one, you know. I don’t know, maybe not too big?” I bring out nervously, trying to avoid her eyes. “Well, then I can recommend this one here.” She reaches over to the right and hands me a big box. “Comfortable, adjustable and strong, you can rely on D.VICE strap-ons” is written on the box. “Well, ain’t that something,” I think to myself.
“OK, I’ll take it,” I say to the shop assistant and we walk to the register. I pay cash and just as I am about to leave, she leans in and says “It’s a good choice, sir, I speak from experience”. She winks at me and, unable to say anything, I turn around a leave the shop.
*
I park my car in front of the big apartment build on C Street and grab the bottle of red wine. You’ve lived in the small one-bedroom apartment for two month now. At 20, it’s the first place of your own, while making ends meet as a secretary in a small law firm. Getting in the elevator, I wonder what you might think of my recent purchase. I’ve wanted to bring up the topic quite a few times, but I always chickened out. I just couldn’t decide, if you really mean what you said. “You’ll be doing fine,” I say to myself as I knock on your door.
“Hello, come in.” You open the door, wearing grey sweatpants, a hoodie and your brown hair in a ponytail. In your right hand, you have the potholder your granny gave you as a birthday present.
“Hello yourself,” I give you a quick hug-with-hello-kiss. As I walk inside, I notice the smell of garlic that fills the apartment. “So, what’s up for dinner?”
“I made a rice dish, I don’t know, it’s some kind of European meal. Somebody posted the recipe at this forum. Sounded nice, so I tried it. So, what’s up with that box?”
“Uhm, yeah, that box. Well, I think we can talk about that over dinner”, I open the wine and pour it in the two glasses on the table. I’m just about to sit down as you come over to the table with a pan in your left hand and a big scoop in your right hand.
“Watch out, it’s hot”, you say while putting two scoops on my plate and one on yours. While you walk to the oven, I can see your ass slightly wiggle. You put down the pan, turn around and catch me staring. Your face lightens up with a seductive smile. You bite your lip and wink at me. “But, enough of that,” you say as you sit down at the table, opposite of me. “Let’s eat.”
“How was your day?”
“Oh, work sucked. There was this freaky guy coming into our office. His wife has filed for divorce and now he needs a lawyer. Mr. Smith was already talking to a client, so the guy sat there for 30 minutes, staring at me. It was gross. But after work, I made a quick stop at home, well, at my parents’ house. My sister was there, too. They were planning the christmas party.” A smile flickers over your face. It’s that special smile that always comes to your face when you talk about your little sister.
“So, yeah, about your sister. There is something I’ve wanted to talk to you about for some time now. Do you remember the party at Charly’s about 6 months ago?”
“I wish I wouldn’t. I passed out drunk in his parents’ bed. But that doesn’t have anything to do with my sister?” “Well, it kind of does. Do you remember our conversation in the bedroom before you passed out?”
You look at me, surprised and suddenly careful of what you say, “Why do you ask?”
“Because that is what I want to talk to you about. What has been lurking in my mind ever since then?” I pause. “I’m just gonna say it straight out. You asked me if I wanted to have sex with Lauren.” I exhale deeply and look directly into your brown eyes.
You eyes move away just that little bit that admits guilt. I can see, how you feel caught as you look down at your food. You take a spoonful of rice, slowly chew it and swallow. When you look back up, you’ve regained your composure. Without blinking your eyes you seductively whisper: “I’m just gonna say it straight out, too. What if I want you to have sex with her?”
“Oh my god, that would be so great - but I think I can’t do it,” I lean back on my chair with a big grin on my face.
“Then, what is it that you want?” you snap at me.
Without saying a word, I go over to the counter and pick up the generic brown plastic bag that contains the box I bought earlier. Pushing aside all my worries of the last six month, I take the strap on out of the bag and put it on the table. “I want…I want that me and you, we both fuck her together.”
“Well, I just might have an idea,” you say with a big grin.