Fun with Lil Sis

Lil Sis wanted to go out with me again on Saturday night. It was a good idea. This time, though, I convinced her to let me pick her up. I was driving back from some mall on the outskirts, and she would be on the way. She didn’t have to work early on Sunday, so I told her that I’d drive her home in the morning. Everything was perfect.

She thought that we were going straight to the bar, but I pulled the “I forgot something at my apartment” line and we rolled there first. After changing clothes, I made a couple of drinks and put on some music. I exposed her to some really entertaining stuff, and because it was still early, it was all good. I was angling to smash before going out, but after a while she kept saying “lets go to the club.” But I wasn’t quite ready, so I put on some good, stripper-style music, and told her to dance.

She got up and stood next to the pole. But she didn’t start dancing.

“Come on, I know you know how to dance.”

“Yeah but… I haven’t been drinking enough!” She started to move, and it looked a little awkward. “See! I need to drink more. Let’s go out!” I agreed, because nothing is worse than watching bad dancing. It’s truly a turn-off. Plus, I’d have her dance after she was really buzzing, and that’s what I was looking forward to. So we went to the club.

I’m sure you can guess the formula: more drinks, more dancing, more sloppy makeouts. Only this time we did it at a different club. And man was I getting looks from the other girls there. One told Lil Sis how much she liked her outfit. We were a hot couple, until the Cupid Shuffle started. Because she had never heard it, and of course she didn’t know how to dance to it. And boy did she look silly when she tried.

I didn’t bother looking at my watch. Perhaps I should have, because Lil Sis got a text from her brother, Bubba. He was planning on picking her up. I told her that we had already been over this, and that I was driving her home. And then I told her to text that to Bubba. I watched her do it, though I couldn’t see what she typed. So I asked her if she sent it, and she said that she did. Phew.

We went back to having fun. Grinding, makeouts, etc., until closing time. As we were leaving, she pulled out her phone, read some texts, and told me that Bubba was waiting for her outside.

“What the fuck!? I told you that I would drive you home in the morning!” I was angry, and I made sure it was obvious in my voice. I flailed my arms about for dramatic effect.

“I know and I told him but he said that he had to pick me up.”

There was more back-and-forth like this, but there was no getting around it: Bubba was taking her home. It was already the end of the night, so I had Bubba give me a ride to my car. On the way, he asked me what school I went to, to have something to talk about. We happened to be next to it, so I pointed it out, and told him about the graduate program. When we got to my car, I thanked him for the ride, and headed home.

I began wondering why this girl had her family everywhere, cockblocking. But I didn’t think that she had much of a choice. Even though she was 21, she acted a little younger than that. Maybe she had gotten into trouble before, or had to live under certain rules if she wanted to stay living with a relative. So I gave her the benefit of the doubt. Plus, there was a text waiting for me once I got home: “Don’t be mad, I know we could be fucking right now and I’m sorry”

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