Chapter 2

I was distracted all dinner. Dennis was, once more, a perfect gentleman. He didn’t comment on my squirming, or the way that I blushed every time he offered me food that even remotely looked like a cock. He didn’t question where I’d disappeared to for ten minutes, or even seem to notice the way that I kept getting lost in his eyes.

Before then, I’d never noticed how ... sexy my brother was. I was having all these weird thoughts - if we hadn’t been on a date, they would have been hugely inappropriate. If we hadn’t been on a date, it would have been sick, thinking about fucking him, or imagining what his cock would taste like.

But in context, it was totally fine.

After dinner, we went on another parade of the city - I asked him if we were going to see a movie, and he just answered, with a grin, “Sort of”.

I’m by no means large, but I’ve got an ample bust and an ass to match it - I’m curvy, and Dennis is tall and thin. So I was impressed by how well he managed to keep me supported as we walked - the guys staring at me were distracting the hell out of me, and I’m not used to walking on heels at the best of times.

I must have stumbled and fallen onto him at least half a dozen times ... and when he started grabbing my ass and breasts to hold me up, another dozen times after that.

Finally, we arrived, and to my shock, it wasn’t the movie theatre we’d gone to last week. It was a porn theatre.

“Dennis!” I cried, trying to ignore the small part of my brain that wanted to check it out. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? What kind of a date is this?”

“Keep it down,” he said, and I nodded obediently. “You’re filling in for Madeline, remember? And Madeline’s profile specifically said how much she liked porno theatres, so that’s where we’re going.”

That shut me up. I’d made Madeline’s profile in ten minutes flat, trying to come up with stuff that would get Dennis interested. A porn theatre sounded exactly like the kind of thing I would write, and Dennis had obviously spent way more time poring over the profile than I’d spent writing it.

I decided to let go, and just sink into the date. I was filling in for Madeline, and Madeline liked porn theatres. Fine.

We went in, and I had this weird mix of emotions. On one hand, I was disgusted - the place stunk, it didn’t feel like anyone had ever cleaned the seats or floor, and I was here with my brother.

On the other hand ... when you’re turned on, the more perverse something is, the hotter it is, and I couldn’t help finding the fact that this was where men got off was kind of ... erotic. I was standing where dozens, hundreds, thousands of men had brought themselves off.

We sat down, and a new film started. I tried to get into it, but the low quality of the plot was only beaten by the acting.

Get to the tits, I silently chanted, and must have jumped two feet off my chair when I felt Dennis’s hand reaching between my legs.

“Dennis,” I hissed, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“This is a date, remember?” he said.

“Yes, but I am not that kind of girl!”

He turned to face me, and I saw that he had one eyebrow raised.

“Tammy,” he said, “if you were out with a girl dressed like this, smelling like cunt, sitting in a porno theatre ... what would you expect?”

I looked down at my clothes ... well, from my angle, I could only see my prominently displayed tits...

Maybe he had a point.

Besides, I was horny ... and it was a date...

“Heya Tammy - ready for date number three?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”

“What’s up?”

“I dunno, I’m just starting to feel really uncomfortable about some of the stuff we did...”

“Like what?”

“Well, I mean, you fingered me for like half an hour...”

“Yeah...”

“And then I went down on you what, three times?”

“You went down on me twice - the last time I just came on your tits.”

“Yeah, exactly. Don’t you feel a little weird about that?”

“No ... it was a date.”

“I know, but ... you’re still my brother.”

“So what’s bothering you?”

“Well, it’s not like what happens on a date doesn’t happen...”

“I know...”

“So didn’t we ... y’know, commit incest? Is that even legal?”

“Oh, I think I know what’s bothering you! Here, look at this.”

“That necklace? Where did you get that, anyway?”

“Don’t worry about it, sis.”

“Don’t ... worry...”

“Now look, I know why you’re feeling uncomfortable. It’s because the lines have blurred - you’re not sure when to act like brother and sister, and when to act like we’re on a date. Is that right?”

“That’s ... right...”

“So why don’t we make it simpler? Even though we’re always brother and sister, let’s always act like we’re on a date. Around the house, in public - no matter where we are, just act like we’re on a date, okay?”

“Always ... on a date?”

“That’s right. Always on a date. Repeat it back...”

“Always ... on ... a ... date...”

“Good girl. Now, when we’re on a date, you’re super turned on, aren’t you?”

“Mmm hmmm...”

“So if we’re always on a date, you’re always turned on, yeah?”

“Always ... turned ... on...”

“And when we’re on a date, it’s okay to give me a blow-job, isn’t it?”

“Mmm...”

“So how about we do that right now? Come on over here, and put that mouth of yours to work...”

“Okay ... Dennis...”

“And don’t worry about our third date. We’ll schedule that for another time.”

I don’t know why it took so long for us to eventually go on our third date, but I was excited. I’d had a few more chats to Dennis (mostly after blowing him) and he’d made it pretty clear what expectations he had for a third date.

It had taken me a while to pick the outfit that I was going to wear - I’d exhausted my own wardrobe, so I had to do some online shopping. But when I saw it, I knew it was perfect.

Technically, it was a top and a skirt ... but if you called it lingerie, it would be hard for anyone to correct you. The top was a strip of fabric that covered my boobs and nothing else - I’d considered getting something that just hid the nipples, but there’s something to be said for the allure of mystery, y’know?