It was amazing how something intended as only light hearted relief could change lives so completely and irrevocably. Craig had only put the advert into the local rag for amusement, hoping for, though not really expecting, a response. He was fairly honest with what he put in, since it didn't cost him anything.
Tall male, mid 20's,
into fitness and music,
GSOH, seeks SWF
slightly younger with
similar tastes, for fun
He had five responses, and diligently replied to each, and over a period of five weeks, arranged to take three of them out. The other two he had been unable to speak to before hand, but had had to leave messages on answer phones or e-email an obviously disguised address.
The three he had been able to speak to, on the 'phone, before hand, had all been friendly; and when he'd finally met them he could see immediately why they had responded to adverts. None of them were the greatest looking girls, all were overweight to a greater or lesser degree, and none of them were particularly pretty. That said, all three turned out to have wonderful personalities, and were self-assured and confident. It was also obvious each time, to both parties, that they hadn't hit it off. They had a pleasant evening and separated on good terms.
The fourth girl, whom he'd only been able to contact via e-email, despite his having given her his number a few times, never turned up, and he never heard from her again. He wasn't that bothered, having never seen her, or even heard her voice. He suspected that she probably wasn't that much different from the first three. He was very wrong in that, but was never to know it. The two of them actually knew each other, living only a couple of streets apart. During one of their e-email exchanges Craig had accidentally given her the clue that allowed her to identify him. She'd decided not to tell Craig who she was, and because she'd never really fancied him, she decided not to bother taking it any further. Craig never discovered who she was, or why she had not contacted him again. In fact she was a very beautiful girl whom Craig had sort of fancied, but always thought of as a 'cold bitch'.
Ali only answered the advert on a dare from her friends, most of whom had steady boyfriends, in one case fiancé, while she didn't, and hadn't had for a good few months. She and Craig, who only seemed to be able to contact each other by leaving messages on their respective answer phones, quickly worked out that because they both worked shifts, it was not going to be easy to find a time when they were both free. After a couple of weeks of trying and failing, they managed to find a free Thursday evening.
They arranged to meet at a pub that neither had frequented before, but was not too far from where either lived, and where they knew they would be able to get a meal if they wanted it. Craig turned up first and sat in the corner, facing the door, with half a pint and a book, the arranged sign so that Ali would know who he was.
Ali turned up nearly ten minutes later, all in yellow, her agreed sign, and as she walked through the door, brother and sister spotted each other immediately and gasped in shock, surprise, and even disappointment, as they realised their date was not to be. She sat down opposite her brother, and gave him a sad smile.
"Hi Alison," at home she'd always been Alison, never Ali, one reason why Craig hadn't clicked.
"Hi, looks like we wasted our time. I never recognised your voice you know."
"No. I never recognised yours either. And I didn't recognise the numbers you gave me. Look," he said after a moment, "I know it's a washout already, but do you want a drink now you've got here? I've not seen you since mum's birthday..."
"Okay," interrupted Ali, "That'd be nice. Half a lager if you don't mind."
They sat and chatted, and eventually ordered a meal, catching up on nearly six months of news and gossip. What had started out as a potential disaster turned into a very enjoyable and relaxing evening for both of them.
"How did you get here?" Craig asked when closing time was approaching.
"I walked. It's not too far back to my flat, but at this time of night I'd planned on getting a taxi home."
"Good idea. Look, it's only two minutes walk back to mine, come back with me for a coffee, and I'll call a taxi from there."
Ali shrugged. "Okay." Any other man suggesting that would have received short sharp shrift, but as he was her brother, she accepted without thought. She was a little drunker than she had thought, and Craig had to catch her arm as they walked the short distance home.
Ali, at five foot eight inches, was only two inches shorter than her brother, and her high heels brought her up to his height. The warm July evening meant that neither had come out with coats or jackets, and when Ali put her arm through Craig's to steady herself, Craig suddenly felt the slim blonde against him, and could feel the movement of her firm muscles as she walked. To his surprise, he was suddenly turned on immensely, and the faint waft of perfume coming from her finished the job. To his immense embarrassment, he got an immediate and hard erection. Fortunately it was now dark, and he hoped Ali hadn't noticed.
He would have been surprised and shocked if he'd known that Ali had had a very similar reaction. She could feel the ripple of her brother's solid muscles, and the heat of his body, through her thin dress. He was quite attractive she thought, and for some reason started to feel a faint tingle all over, concentrated in her nipples and crotch. She was turned on, she suddenly realised, and gave her brother a quick glance to see if he had noticed. She didn't spot her brothers erection, but even so, the sight of him, and the faint smell of his aftershave, along with circumstances, including the fact that she was a little drunk, and suddenly she was more than just a little turned on. She knew she should just walk away, her own flat was only ten minutes walk away, but she couldn't, she suddenly felt strangely helpless and lightheaded. To her amazement she wanted to go home with him far more than she wanted to leave, despite the unexpected feelings running through her.
The narrow stairs up to the flat meant that Craig had to walk behind his sister. In the dim light he could just make out her slim figure, and the swaying of her hips as she climbed the stairs. He couldn't help staring, mesmerized by the wonderful sight, as he realised just how sexy and beautiful his sister really was. His cock, which had subsided a little, began to stiffen again, so that when he had to reach past her to open his front door, he had to bend his back a little to prevent her from noticing the lump in his trousers. Ali rocked backwards, only partly deliberately, and Craig put his hands briefly onto her to support her. He lightly moved her to one side, and Ali almost gasped in lust as she felt her brothers warm hands on her waist. Her legs felt a little shaky, and her thoughts were confused. One part of her wanted to kiss him, to touch him; another part told her not to be silly, to wait a little because this was a first date; and yet another part of her tried to remind her that Craig was her brother.
Craig ushered her into his flat, and showed her into the living room.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" asked Craig, almost desperate to get out of the room before his sister spotted his hard on.
It was too late, Ali had, just that moment, spotted it, and knew her brother was as aroused as she was. That got her even more excited, her nipples swelling and becoming much more sensitive. "Okay," she nodded breathlessly.
Craig turned to go to the kitchen, and Ali admired her brothers muscular form, noting once again the swelling in the front of his trousers indicating his arousal, and watching his firm buttocks walk away from her. After a few moments she got up and followed him, suddenly desperate to be near him. He had just plugged in the kettle and switched it on as she walked through the door. As he reached up to get some mugs down out of a cupboard, Ali walked up to him and put her arms around him.
Craig jumped in surprise, and turned towards her. Ali gave her brother a brief kiss on the lips. They looked at each other, startled by the sudden electric shock that ran through them both, and the feelings they both felt. Craig bent his head towards his sisters face, and kissed her again, softly. It took Ali no time at all to make up her mind about this, she opened her mouth and kissed back fiercely. Their tongues pressed against each other, in unconscious imitation of what they both wanted to do. Craig turned fully towards his sister and took her into his arms. Ali pressed herself against her brother, grinding her belly against his, feeling his hard staff pressing against her, exciting them both even more.
Ali's dress was low cut at the back, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so when Craig's hands found the soft smooth skin of her back he didn't want to let go. He stroked her back before sliding his hands up to slip the straps off her shoulders. Ali began to scrabble at her brothers shirt buttons, sliding her hands inside and onto the skin of his chest, feeling and caressing the smooth almost hard pectoral muscles. As she slid her arms out of the straps of her dress, it slid down, and for a few moments rested on her hips before sliding the rest of the way to the floor with a soft swish of cotton.
Craig allowed his shirt to drop to the floor whilst Ali struggled with his trouser belt. She dragged it out and frantically pushed his trousers to the floor, feeling her brothers hands press against her buttocks, pulling her even tighter against him.
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