0 comments/ 4675 views/ 2 favorites Finding Fanny By: wallcleaver ***** I pulled up in front of the house and parked. It was just after noon on Sunday and I was here for my monthly obligation, the family dinner. I shouldn't make it sound like it's a chore, we had been doing this as long as I could remember, although now that I'm grown and living on my own we don't do it as often as we did back then. When I was living at home and growing up, we had a formal Sunday afternoon dinner every week. My mother would spend hours cooking and getting things ready for us and then we would sit down in the dining room for a great meal and time to discuss what was going on in all of our lives. When you are eight years old there really isn't a heck of a lot going on in your life, but as we got older there were more things that we could discuss. Of course, when you're a teenager there are also a lot of things that you don't want your parents to know about so it was a balancing act. I got out of the car and walked to the door, I knew what was coming next. Since my sister and I had moved out and were on our own, our mother had given us some leniency and our family dinner had been relegated to the second Sunday of each month. As I reached the door I pushed the bell, waiting for someone to answer the door and allow me in. This had been a minor issue over the years, my parents insisting that since this had been my childhood home I didn't need to wait for someone to allow me entrance, I should merely just walk through. It had never been an issue when I was living home, but as I went to college and started returning only for vacations and summer break I had felt less connected to the house. Now that I had been out on my own for six years, I thought it considerate to ring the bell and wait for permission to enter. I know it wasn't necessary, but I thought it would show my parents some respect. I didn't have any thoughts that I might walk in on them going at it on the living room floor, that was something my parents would never do and the thought of it kind of turned my stomach. The door opened and I was facing my sister Robin. "Why do you always do this Ray, you know you don't have to ring the bell." She started repeating the same conversation we had every month. "Come on Robin, you know I feel funny just walking in since I don't live here any more." "I've heard it all before but you know how mom and dad feel about it." She continued, we had been over this part too. She stepped aside and I walked in before she closed the door behind me. "Is that your brother Robin?" I heard my mother's voice from the kitchen, but I knew she knew exactly who had been at the door. "Yeah mom, it's Ray." "Can you explain to him that he doesn't have to ring the bell when he comes over. He doesn't seem to listen when I try to tell him." Mom's voice drifted out of the kitchen. "He doesn't listen to me either." Robin announced with mock exasperation in her voice. This same conversation had occurred every month for I can't remember how long. "I need to talk to you Ray." Robin said softly as we moved into the living room. My Spidey sense started tingling as soon as she had said it. This usually meant she wanted something from me and I knew I would find out shortly. "Give me a minute Sis, I should go in and say hi to mom first." "Okay, I'll wait for you here." She said before sitting on the sofa while I went into the kitchen to say hello to my mother. My mother was standing at the stove just as I expected her to be. She was a good cook and spent a lot of time and effort on the Sunday dinners and I couldn't complain about it, the food was certainly better than anything I could cook on my own or the fast food I sometimes found myself eating. "Hi mom. It's nice to see you." I started as I moved behind her to give her a kiss. She turned her head enough so I could reach her cheek before returning to her work after I had brushed it with my lips. "Your father is still upstairs getting ready, he should be down shortly. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour. You can grab a beer if you want, I picked some up at the store yesterday." She said without interrupting her actions. "You want a beer Robin?" I shouted to my sister in the other room before opening the refrigerator to get one for myself. "I guess I could if you want to bring it out." I took two bottles from the refrigerator and popped the caps before walking back into the living room to see what Robin had on her mind. I handed her one of the bottles and then took a sip from mine before setting it on a coaster on the coffee table. "Thanks." She said as she took the bottle I offered her, taking a sip from hers as well. The TV was on with a baseball game playing. I wasn't much into sports and I knew Robin wasn't either, and even if I was, the teams playing weren't any that I followed. As I sat she turned the volume up with the remote and I realized the only reason the TV was on was so no one would hear her conversation with me. My Spidey sense started tingling even more now. "What's on your mind Robin?" I started cautiously. "I want you to do something for me." She asked, her eyes looking first toward the kitchen and then the stairway where my father would descend once he finished getting dressed. I wondered what she had to say if she was so concerned someone might hear her. "And what do you want me to do for you?" I asked, I realized I didn't need to since she had never been hesitant about telling me what was on her mind in the past. "I want you to go out with a friend of mine." She said softly, still looking around the room to be certain no one might be listening to our conversation. "Oh no! I'm not going out on a blind date with one of your friends." I said forcefully, not that I even knew who she might want me to go out with but I had heard all of the horror stories about blind dates. "And why not? You don't even know who my friend is." She said defensively. "All I know is that if you have to try to set me up with her, there must be some reason she can't find her own date." I tried to be logical. Logic had never worked with Robin in the past and I didn't think it would now, but I did need something to say in my defense. "She's a good friend of mine and she just has a couple of problems..." Robin started before trailing off. I knew I would hate myself, but if I didn't ask Robin would tell me anyway. "What kind of problems?" "She has some issues with self-confidence and I think she's a little insecure about herself." "And how will going out with me help her self confidence?" I wondered aloud. "She just has trouble with guys." Robin continued without offering any more specifics. "And what does that mean? Has she had a lot of bad experiences or does she just hate men?" I answered, I wasn't sure exactly why I had said what I did. "She is unsure about guys right now, she thinks she might even be gay." "What?? Why would I want to go out with a lesbian? Why don't you go out with her?" This was getting more and more bizarre the longer Robin talked. "Are you afraid you're not going to get laid if you go out with her? And I'm not that way! You know I'm seeing Porter anyhow." I don't know where her comment about getting laid came from, but I didn't think it was appropriate. "I don't go out with women with the expectation of getting laid." I responded, it was true. Well, it was kind of true. When I went out with a woman it was in the hope we might end up in bed, but wasn't technically an expectation. "I didn't say she was gay, I said she's not really sure." Robin tried to rehabilitate her earlier statement. "So she has self-confidence issues and isn't really sure if she's gay or not. Do I have it right? So tell me again why I might want to go out with her." "She has a really great personality." Robin offered in her friend's defense. "A great personality? That's code for fat and ug... err unattractive." This was getting better all the time. "Look, I told her I thought you might want to go out with her. Say so if you don't, but this means a lot to me." She answered softly, lowering her eyes and fluttering her eyelashes demurely. This hadn't worked any time she had tried it in the past while we were growing up and it wouldn't work now. Unfortunately, she did know what would work and that would be her constant harassment of me until I agreed to do what she wanted me to. I could try to hold out as long as possible but in the end the best way to get her to stop harassing me was to give in. She knew it and I knew it but somehow we always had to play out the game. "Look Robin, this woman doesn't need a date, she needs a therapist." "You just don't understand. She doesn't need other people judging her, she needs some compassion. She's already lost over 100 pounds." I could tell Robin was almost in tears at this point, apparently this woman meant more to her than I had realized. "100 pounds? Just how many more does she have to lose?" I wondered. "I'm not sure, maybe 60?" robin's answer was more of a question than a statement, but she offered it very hesitantly. "Okay, if I agree to take her out, and that's a big if, what did you tell her she could expect from me?" My resolve was starting to crumble. Robbins mood picked up considerably at my last statement, she sat up straighter and I could see a smile start to form on her lips. "I didn't say anything specifically, I thought I would leave that up to you. I don't think you have to do anything fancy, maybe just dinner and a movie or something like that." She left the thought hanging. "I'll think about it." I answered just as my father came down the steps to join us in the living room. "So what's the score?" He asked, glancing over at the game on the TV. "I don't even know, dad. We just turned it on for a little background noise." I offered, that's really all the TV was doing at this point. My mother called us in to dinner shortly, all talk about me taking Robin's friend out was quickly forgotten. I was grateful that any talk about Robin's request was not brought into the conversation, my parents were the type who would feel sorry for Robin's friend and the three of them might potentially gang up on me until I acquiesced to my sister's request. I appreciated her consideration by not pursuing the subject in front of them. Just as it always was, Sunday dinner was great and we spent two hours eating and going over events in our life, nothing special there. Shortly it was time for me and Robin to leave, each of us needing to get back to our own places. "I'm still not certain about this, but assuming I agree, what do you want me to do?" I asked Robin as we stood near the door before leaving. "I've got her number right here, you can call her once you make up your mind and work out the details. I know she'll really appreciate it." Robin said, digging into her purse before taking out one of her business cards with a number written on the back. "You know, you haven't even told me what your friend's name is." I mentioned as I took the card and toyed with it before putting it into my pocket. Robin looked a little embarrassed before softly saying "Fanny." "You did say Frannie, you know like short for Frances?" I asked, even though I was pretty certain I had heard exactly what she said. "No, her name is Fanny. It's her real name or at least that's what it says on her driver's license." Robin added, I'm sure she thought I didn't believe her. Things just kept getting better and better. What else could go wrong?? "Ray, there's a big dog peeing on your car outside." "Thanks dad!" ***** I thought about Robin's request all the way home, I still wasn't sure exactly what I was going to do. Of course that was foolish, I knew that if I didn't I would never hear the end of it, the only way to get her off my back was to do what she wanted. She always knew just how to push the right buttons as we were growing up and she always got her way. I couldn't fault her for that, she was my sister and I loved her dearly. I guess we were fortunate, we didn't have the antagonistic relationship a lot of siblings seem to. In fact, I had always tried to be her protector as we were growing up. I don't know if she knew it, maybe she did and maybe she didn't, but she never said so if she had a clue. When we were younger she didn't need a lot of protecting, we were just two kids whose lives sometimes meshed and sometimes didn't. Once we got into high school, I did start to feel more protective of her. I guess as I started becoming more aware of my own development, both physical and sexual, I started seeing Robin in a different light. Don't misunderstand me, I didn't have any sexual feelings for her and despite what others might do, I had never even thought about her in sexual fantasies I had. She was a very attractive girl but not one of the super hotties in the school. Unfortunately, that was a problem. Most of the guys in school would fantasize about the super hot girls but knowing they could never get them, went after the girls who were a notch below super hot. Robin fit this criterion perfectly and many guys thought she was attainable. That's where the problem came, she had more attention than she knew what to do with it. I didn't think she was naïve and I didn't believe I could really dictate who she saw or what she might do, but still tried to do my best to take care of her. If some guy might be bragging around school that his intent was to get into Robin Franklin's panties that weekend, then I felt the need to counsel him. If she wanted to go out with a loser like that I really couldn't tell her no, but I didn't need him posting it around the school that's what his plan was for her. Maybe some of it was just bravado and bragging for his buddies, but I made certain his intentions were not broadcast to the rest of the student body. For the most part I think I did a pretty good job, she managed to make it through high school without any real issues and some of the dead wood who had thought to make inroads with her had been convinced otherwise by my little counseling sessions. The only real incident came during a period when Robin was going through a rather rebellious phase. For whatever the reason she thought she should do exactly the opposite of what anyone told her. This included our parents and for the period of a few months they weren't certain exactly what to expect from her. I knew that if I tried to tell her one thing she would do the exact opposite so even what little advice I offered her had to be carefully constructed so that she would do what I hoped she would The object of her interest during this rebellious period was Jack Pruett. I don't know why otherwise intelligent girls somehow become attracted to the bad boy, but Jack was definitely the bad boy of the school. It seemed he was constantly in trouble for one thing or another and for whatever the reason that seemed to attract a lot of girls to him. He had a nose ring and wore his torn pants hanging off his ass. He always had a cigarette behind his left ear which totally violated the school's policy and many a time he had been called into the office to be disciplined for it. I can remember the vice principal taking the cigarette from him and tossing it and then seeing Jack take another from the pack in his pocket and replacing it even as he was walking out the door. He drove what had been his mother's 20-year-old Honda commuter car but he had put one of those fart can mufflers on it to make it louder and also some shiny wheels and tires. He had a big whale tail spoiler on the back that was attached with duct tape but he had the coolest car around if you asked him. I remember the day Robin let slip that she had agreed to go out with him one Saturday night. She regretted saying it immediately, but then looked at me defiantly as if daring me to say or do anything. I knew better than that so just kept my thoughts to myself and wondered what I could do to prevent her from doing something which I knew she would regret later. Fortunately she ended up not going out with him, he had to cancel out on their date. Somehow a rake had been left lying on the ground next to his car and as he went out to get in one evening he stepped on the tines which were facing up and the handle came up and hit him square in the face. The handle had been heavy metal and broke his nose. It also blackened both of his eyes and he ended up losing his two front teeth. In the hospital emergency room doctors discovered that his idea of hygiene with respect to his nose ring had been to spit on it every once in a while before replacing it. They found a bacterial infection in the cartilage of his nose and before they were finished, most of the cartilage had to be removed. At some point some cosmetic surgery would enable surgeons to replace the damaged cartilage with a plastic prosthesis, but he finished his last year of high school with essentially no nose. This had caused him to be so distraught that he gave up any desire to go out with women for fear that they might be laughing at him. In truth they were laughing at him and many of those who had succumbed to his advances earlier now felt sorry that they had. Funny thing though, he swore that his family had never owned such a rake and couldn't understand how it had been left lying next to his car. ***** I spent the next two days thinking about Robin's request and worrying about what I might do. In reality I knew I had no options, if I failed to act she would hound me until I gave in. We each knew it so there was no point in trying to put it off to find excuses not to do what she wanted me to do. That part had been settled, but I still had reservations about how to approach this whole thing. Normally meeting a new woman and going out with her had never been an issue for me in the past, but a blind date was new territory for me, and besides that, despite what my sister had done to minimize all of the issues, Robin's friend seemed to be carrying a lot of baggage. Robin had told me that perhaps just a quick dinner and a movie would be suitable and knowing her, I could probably assume she had already promised her friend that would be our plan. With much trepidation I called Fanny on Wednesday night, not sure exactly what to expect. She picked up right away as though expecting my call but her tone was short and curt. I could sense nervousness in her and remembered what Robin had told me about her various insecurities. I didn't have to be a professional therapist to get that vibe from her. Not wanting to prolong things, I came straight to the point and we made plans for me to pick her up Friday evening about 6. All day at work on Friday I started to get more nervous about meeting Robin's friend. I tried concentrating on my work and some of it enabled me to lessen my worry, but still it was there in the background waiting to come forward at any second. I knew this was foolish, I mean I'm a mature adult and I had been on several dates in my life that hadn't turned out as well as I would have liked. I was positive this would probably be another and that fact alone shouldn't have worried me, but for some reason it did. I had originally thought to ask her to meet me at the restaurant just to make it easier to bail if things didn't look good, but that seemed like the coward's way out. Shortly before I left work I told myself that I was being silly and that I should just man up and deal with things however they happened. It took a while for me to convince myself but soon I was driving toward home so I could get ready. I took a quick shower and started to prepare for tonight's date, but then I had to decide what to wear. I knew I had to look nice but at the same time I didn't want to get dressed too nicely just for an informal restaurant and then a dark movie theater. If I had been going out with a new girl I was trying to impress I might have, but now my appearance was less critical to me. I didn't want to appear too casual, so in the end chose a nice shirt and some khakis, I thought it a good compromise between formal and too casual. The clock was ticking as I finished getting ready, I knew I would need to be at her place to pick her up at the appointed hour. Again I worried about time, I didn't want to be late but at the same time showing up too early might look as though I was anxious and I didn't want her to think that. As all these thoughts whirled through my mind I realized I was acting much the same as I had when I was 16 and going to see a girl for the first time in my life. That night had been a little awkward for me but I survived and I assumed I would as well tonight. Finding Fanny I don't remember much about the drive to her apartment, but it didn't take long. What I do remember was my constant worry that I would be looking at her ass when she introduced herself by name. I certainly didn't want to do that, and I knew I would have to use as much discipline as I possessed not to. How could anyone name a child Fanny? The question kept repeating over and over in my mind and before I knew it I was pulling into a parking spot near her apartment. The moment of truth was quickly approaching and I knew this was my last opportunity to bail out if I chose, but that had never been an option. Here goes nothing... I took a couple of deep breaths and then walked to the door, ringing the bell and waiting for her to answer. The door opened almost immediately as if she had been waiting expectantly, I got the same feeling now as I had when I had called her last Wednesday evening. "Hello Fanny? I'm Ray." I said trying to sound confident and at the same time willing myself to look her in the face. "Yes, I'm Fanny." She answered simply. "Are you ready?" I asked, I guess I wasn't certain I might want to go inside with her even if she would consider inviting me in. I hoped I didn't sound as though I was in a hurry to get this over with, but really that's mostly what was on my mind. "Yes I'm ready, as soon as I get my purse I'll be right there." She said as she reached for her purse sitting atop a table just inside the door. She closed the door behind her and locked it and then we were walking toward my car. Once again I was conflicted, should I open the door for her or should I just walk around and let her take care of that herself? Like before I didn't want to look too gallant and have her think I might be developing any feelings for her but I didn't want to look like a complete jerk either. In the end I didn't have to worry since she walked ahead of me and took the handle herself before getting into the car. "What did Robin promise you so you would go out with me?" She asked as I started the engine and backed out of the parking space. "Excuse me?" I asked, I couldn't believe she had asked me such a question and Robin's words about lacking self-confidence came flooding back. "I'm sure your sister had to promise you something so you would agree to take me out." She repeated. "Robin didn't give me or promise me anything." I stated simply. It was true, Robin and I each knew she owed me big time but since we hadn't specified what that might be I could technically state truthfully that she hadn't given me anything. I know it was hair splitting, but Fanny didn't have to know that. I looked over at her face and thought that she hadn't believed my answer but she didn't pursue it. When I first saw her as she had opened her door I could understand why she might not have any dates. She had straight, dark black hair that was cut very short and she was wearing absolutely no makeup at all. Her look was extremely severe and plane. Robin had said that she had lost a lot of weight but still had more to go and as I tried to look at her without making it obvious, I could see the various bumps and bulges that were showing. I'm not a fashion expert, but I have always heard that people should wear dark colors if they wanted to minimize their weight. Fanny was wearing a bright multicolored top that fit quite tightly around her torso. There were bulges under her arms and on her chest just above the top edge of her bra and there was also her stomach which hung over the waistline of her pants in what people call a muffin top. She was wearing dark blue pants which helped, but they were tight enough that I could see her oversized ass cheeks and thighs quite easily. I tried not to let it bother me but I knew if I hadn't been almost forced into this situation, I would never have considered someone looking like her for a date. It's probably wrong, but what can I say, I'm a guy and looks do matter to me. We got to the restaurant after a few minutes and again Fanny opened her own door and got out before we went inside. I hadn't chosen a fancy place, again I didn't want this to look any more than what it really was. As we were going inside I thought to myself that an Italian restaurant probably wouldn't be the best place to take a woman who might be trying to lose weight. Too late now, the hostess was already guiding us to our table. The smell of the food took my mind off of the woman I was with and how things might progress, I realized I was quite hungry. My concerns earlier in the day had pushed all thoughts of hunger from me and I had actually skipped lunch without even thinking about it. "How long have you known Robin?" I asked, hoping it was a safe subject to start a conversation with. "We've been working together for about eight months now." She replied, not offering any more detail. "She seems to like you, I guess you must be good friends by now." "Yeah, she is really nice. I like her myself and I actually introduced her to Porter." Fanny added a little more information this time. The Porter she referred to was Robin's latest crush, she had been seeing him for about three months now that I was aware of. "Who names a kid Porter? That sounds more like somebody who works at the train station or in a hotel." I tried making a bit of a joke. Fanny smiled a little but didn't seem to find my comment all that funny. I don't know, maybe she knew Porter well enough that she thought I was only insulting him. In reality, I had met him a couple of times and although he didn't seem like such a bad guy, for some reason he was kind of squirrelly. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something about him just struck me odd. "I don't know, sometimes you never know what motivates parents to name their children." She answered, I wondered if there was something in her response that might relate to her own parents and the name they had given her. I wasn't going to go there though. The waitress came by to take our order and we had each decided before she came. Fanny chose the vegetable lasagna and I opted for a simple dish of spaghetti with meatballs. Yeah I know, pasta probably wasn't the best thing for either of us but what the heck, it was Friday and I knew that I would have more than enough time to work it off over the rest of the weekend. We didn't really have much in common and our conversation was minimal as we waited for the food and then once the food did arrive, there wasn't much to say as we ate. We finished dinner and our next stop was a movie. Neither of us had ordered any sort of alcohol with dinner but that didn't bother me since I wasn't usually a big drinker anyway. I wasn't much for movies either, but had asked several coworkers what might be playing and might be a good choice to take a date. Several of the girls in the office had suggested a newly released movie that seemed to be popular with everyone who had seen it so I figured why not. It was only as we were going into the theater that I heard several people talking and referring to the movie as a romantic comedy. I cringed to myself when I heard the word 'romantic' associated with this movie. Too late now, we were walking down the aisle and looking for seats. "I've heard a lot about this movie, I hope it's as good as people say it is." Fanny started as we sat. She hadn't been saying much but I was a bit surprised that she actually started a conversation. "I don't often go to the movies, but some people at work I know recommended it. They had seen it and seemed to think it would be good." I answered. "Most of the movies I see are on TV after they've made it out of the theater." Fanny confided, and although she didn't have to say, I had a feeling she didn't get asked out to the movies very often. "Cheaper that way." I said simply "Yeah I guess so..." She replied somberly. I didn't feel like continuing with this line of conversation and fortunately the previews started so our talk ended. The movie actually was pretty good and I think we each enjoyed it. Fortunately it was more comedy than romance so my worries that Fanny might get the wrong idea had lessened. I was starting to relax that nothing bad would happen, we had made it through dinner and a movie without any issues and soon I expected to be taking her home and dropping her off, my obligation to Robin satisfied. "So now what?" Fanny asked as we got into the car, this was a total shock to me. "What do you mean?" I wondered. "Isn't this where you're supposed to try to convince me to go to bed with you?" I wasn't sure what to say. This was crazy and I hadn't given it any thought, not even a passing one. Like I said before, any time I went out with a woman I might hope to get her into bed but not this time. Besides, hadn't Robin told me she was a lesbian? I don't think I had done or said anything to lead her on so I wasn't sure what her thought process was at this time. "I'm not sure what you are expecting, but having sex with you was not part of my plan." I managed, hoping it didn't sound quite as harsh to her as I thought it might. "So you're saying I'm not good enough to have sex with? Is that it?" Fanny shot back defensively. I could feel my anger rising and I'm sure there was a flush on my face. I had agreed to go out with her only at the insistence of my sister, and I felt anything beyond the dinner and movie I had agreed to wasn't covered in our bargain. "Robin told me you didn't like men." I tried to go on the offensive. "I'm not sure if I do or not. I haven't really made up my mind yet." She answered, but there was still something in her voice that let me know my comment had not blunted her argument. "I'm not sure what kind of guys you've been out with in the past, but I don't go out with women solely to get them into bed. Even if I did, why would I want to have some sort of relationship with a woman who isn't even sure if she likes men?" My last comment appeared to have cut into her resolve, she sank back in the seat and didn't say anything for several minutes. I wasn't sure what she was thinking and I hoped I hadn't done anything to further damage her self-confidence, but I wasn't sure what her intentions were either. I'm the kind of guy that likes to know what's going on, I don't like to be surprised and this was certainly a surprise. "I'm sorry, I just thought that all guys wanted to get into a woman's pants. I'm not sure about the lesbian part, I only told that to Robin because I wasn't sure what I wanted. Maybe it was for a little shock value, I don't know, sometimes I just get tired of having to defend my lack of a love life to other people." Fanny was speaking much more softly now than she had a minute earlier and she was sharing some of her insecurities with me. I wasn't sure I wanted the conversation to go in that direction either but what could I do. "I wasn't trying to be mean Fanny, I just wasn't sure what to expect. Don't take this the wrong way but Robin told me all she expected me to do was to take you to dinner and a movie. I don't want you to think that my intention is to rush home and kick you out, my agreement with Robin satisfied, but I really wasn't expecting much after the movie. Nothing personal but I've never been set up on a blind date before and I'm just not comfortable with it." "Maybe I was expecting too much as well. Robin told me what a great guy you are and perhaps I thought something could come out of meeting you. I don't know, maybe she was just trying to build up my confidence or something. She knows how much anxiety I have when it comes to meeting men, and not just meeting men, but with a lot of things in my life." Fanny was again offering glimpses of her personality to me, I didn't want to seem uninterested, but I hoped she wouldn't start in on a crying jag either. "Would you like to do something else or shall I just take you home?" I interjected into her thoughts, I was kind of hoping to get off this subject. "I've got an idea if you're not in a big hurry." Fanny answered. "Oh? And what's that?" I had to wonder what she might be thinking after some of the earlier philosophical stuff. "I've got something to show you but I'd rather not say until we get there. You might like it or you might not but I'd really like you to see for yourself before I say anything. What do you think?" I wasn't sure what she was thinking and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out but I am curious by nature. It wasn't really that late and I had nothing to do tomorrow and despite some nagging doubts in the back of my mind I figured what the heck, maybe doing something with her might make up for any discomfort I caused her by refusing to sleep with her. "Okay, if I agree what do you want me to do?" I started slowly. "You just drive where I tell you, it won't take too long to get there." She added somewhat cryptically. "Are you sure you don't want to give me any hints?" I asked, but I was pretty certain she wouldn't. "I think it will be more interesting if you see for yourself. If you're sure you want to, take a right when we get to the main street and then I'll let you know where to go from there." What the heck I thought, might as well. I drove for about 20 minutes with Fanny giving me directions, turning here and then going down this road and that. I wasn't sure exactly where we were but I had a general feel although I hadn't spent much time in this part of town. "We're almost there, go down a little further and then take a right on that dirt road." Fanny offered as we were getting out of the city and into a more rural area. I thought we were still within the city limits but wasn't certain. "How much further?" I asked, the road was rough and didn't seem to have much traffic. "About 150 yards further, and then you can pull off and Park." This was starting to get strange, here we were in what seemed like the middle of nowhere and she wanted me to Park. A brief thought crossed my mind that maybe she wanted me to get into the back seat with her and make out like we were teenagers. I hoped that wasn't her intention, I was belted in and she would have to drag me into the back seat to do something like that. "There's a little path over here and then it's maybe another hundred feet beyond." Fanny informed me after we had gotten out of the car. There was enough moonlight to see where she was pointing and I still had to wonder where we were going and what her thoughts were. I followed closely behind her now mostly because my curiosity had gotten the better of me. If I had known what her plan was I might not have even followed her directions from the theater, rather just taking her straight back to her place. After a short distance we came out of the trees and into a clearing. In front of me I could see a row of condos and townhouses. We were behind them and I could see a few lights in Windows but other than that there was no activity I noticed. "Where are we and what am I supposed to see here?" I asked Fanny, now that we had apparently arrived at our destination. "Let's get a little closer and then we may have to wait a bit." She said, still not offering much information. She was walking cautiously and had not spoken loudly, I assume she didn't want anyone who might be around to hear her. My Spidey sense which had started tingling as soon as she suggested a surprise was now in full alert mode. I followed her cautiously until she came to a stop on a slight Hill behind one of the condos. There were no lights that I could see and I had to wonder what we were supposed to be doing. "Is this it? What am I supposed to be looking at?" I tried asking one more time. "This is it, but we will have to wait. I don't think it will be much longer so just try to relax." "It's kind of hard for me to relax when I'm not sure where I am or what I'm supposed to be doing." Fanny was about to answer when a light came on inside the condo we were standing behind. I couldn't see anything inside the room since the drapes were drawn over the glass patio doors that led to the small back yard. "This is what I was waiting for." Fanny offered. I didn't know any more now than I did before, only that she had been waiting for someone to turn on the light inside the condo. As I was waiting to see what would happen next the curtains were drawn back and someone opened the glass door. He looked familiar and as I looked more closely I recognized Porter, my sister Robin's boyfriend. "Is that Porter?" I asked Fanny softly. "Yes, this is his place." "What are you watching for?" I asked. Before she could answer my sister Robin came into view inside the room. I guess it shouldn't have surprised me, I knew she had been seeing him for some time and going out with him on a Friday night wouldn't be unusual. I assumed that Porter had opened the door to allow fresh air in, my sister was kind of a nature freak and always had to have a window open. It looked to me as if they had just come in from their date, wherever they might have been. Robin was wearing a sleeveless summery blouse and a skirt and Porter had on a sport coat so they must have been somewhere nice. "It's Robin and her boyfriend. Did you know they would be here?" I asked Fanny. "I was pretty sure they would, they usually come here after they go out on Friday nights." "It sounds like you've been here before, why?" I wanted to know. "Just wait and see, I think you might find it interesting." I'm not sure what I might find interesting about watching my sister and her boyfriend. We had crouched down although I wasn't certain they would be able to see us but probably better safe than sorry. While I continued to watch I saw Porter get some wine from the refrigerator, pour two glasses and hand one to my sister as he took a sip from his own. Robin took a sip from her glass and seemed to be giggling, I wonder if they might have already had a few before they came back. She drained her glass quickly before going over to Porter and helping him take off his sport coat. My interest was piqued even more as she started unbuttoning his shirt. I wondered what they might be doing but that voice in the back of my mind said I was stupid even to think that question. Porter just stood there passively as Robin stripped him out of his shirt and then started working on his pants. She unfastened the belt, unhooked the button and pulled down the zipper and then his pants dropped to his ankles where she got down on her knees before removing his shoes so that the pants could come off. Porter was still standing there passively in only his boxers as Robin got back to her feet and faced him. She was still giggling when she pointed to a chair and Porter obediently went and sat down opposite her. She then slowly and suggestively started unbuttoning her blouse and I couldn't believe I was watching my sister strip. She was slow and methodical but soon the blouse came off and I could see some sort of shiny bra, it was extremely small. She didn't have huge breasts but they were large enough that they appeared to be almost falling out of that small tight garment that seemed hardly capable of holding them in. I had never tried to peek at her when we were growing up and felt a pang of guilt now, but I just couldn't look away. I glanced over at Fanny next to me and she seemed to be just as interested in what was going on inside the condo. Robin next went to work on her skirt but it didn't take nearly as long, all she had to do was unzip and it fell to her feet. She was wearing some thong panties that matched the bra and I realized this was a new Robin. She never would've worn something like that when we were living at home, my mother never would've let her get away with it. Since mom did the wash it would be obvious so I assumed Robin had to be the obedient child while still living at home. She had been saying something to Porter while she had been stripping but I noticed he sat there in the chair watching, still passive and not answering. Robin rubbed her hands over her breasts a few times, cupping them and squeezing almost offering them to Porter but he remained sitting in the chair and simply watched. After a few minutes of teasing she reached behind herself and the hooks came undone and the bra fell to the ground and I could see her bare naked breasts. I had seen my share of naked tits and my sister's could easily compete with any that I had seen personally. I couldn't see any SAG to them and her light Brown nipples were hard and erect, pointing out toward Porter. I looked over at him still sitting in the chair, if it had been me I would've been all over her by this time. I took another quick look at Fanny and she was watching intently, her breathing seemed to have quickened while she watched. I had to wonder if her attention was on Robin or Porter, after all she had said she wasn't certain she might not be gay. Robin was still prancing around apparently putting on a show for her boyfriend, and next thing I knew the thong had disappeared and she was standing completely naked and showing off for him. After what I had seen so far I shouldn't have been surprised that she was clean shaven but that fact shocked me as soon as my eyes were drawn to her bald pussy. Once again the thought that I shouldn't be doing this was gnawing at the back of my mind, but the growth spurt in my pants was trying to shout down the other thought. The notion that I was getting excited about seeing my sister naked had also bothered me, but not enough to make me stop. Finding Fanny Robin was naked in front of Porter for another minute or two as she showed off her body to him even though he seemed oblivious to it. I couldn't understand that either but it's not for me to analyze what some guys like or how they show their excitement. I took a quick look at his crotch to see if he might be excited, not that a man's crotch interests me, but I didn't see any sign of an erection despite what Robin had been doing in front of him. Shortly she picked up his shirt off the floor and put it on, partially covering her own nudity although she did not button the shirt and it barely was long enough to cover her bare pussy lips. Robin raised her hand, crooking her finger and beckoning Porter out of his chair and over to stand before her. He did so obediently although I didn't see any real arousal in him, merely simple obedience. Once standing directly in front of her, Robin put her hands on his shoulders and almost forced him to his knees. He went down quickly and almost lost his balance before recovering and then knelt directly in front of her. She moved even closer to him before putting her hands behind his head and forcing his face into her crotch, Porter apparently knew what to do from here. Although I couldn't see well I had no doubt his tongue and lips were busy pleasuring my sister. The look on her face showed she was enjoying it and a few sounds that made their way through the screen and out to our position confirmed my thoughts. Robin continued to force his face into her crotch as Porter knelt before her, I was surprised to see that his hands were held at his sides rather than using them to pull her closer to himself. Fanny and I continued to watch for several more minutes as Robin got more active, she was finding it difficult to remain standing while Porter continued to lap away. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know when Robin reached her climax, her legs had gotten rubbery and her face was scrunched into a grimace, her mouth open and even outside where we were the continuous scream of delight was more than obvious. Robin was breathing hard and I could see the perspiration that had run down off of her face as it dampened the collar of Porter's shirt. The shirt was pulled open and I could still see her breasts as well as her pussy now that she had stepped back from Porter. He still knelt in the same place, unmoving as he simply watched my sister calm from her orgasm. His face was a wet mess but he made no attempt to wipe it off or to dry himself. After several minutes to get her breathing back to normal, Robin went and poured herself another glass of wine while Porter remained kneeling where he had been for the past 20 minutes. She took the wine and swallowed it in a single gulp before returning to her boyfriend. She said something to him and he stood, apparently she had given him permission to get up. Once standing she took his boxers and pulled them forcefully down where he kicked them away once they reached his ankles. Now that he was naked I took a look at his package and saw that he too had no pubic hair, although I was surprised to see his penis was still flaccid. I couldn't believe he wouldn't be aroused after what I had just witnessed. I shot a look over at Fanny but she was still concentrating on what was happening inside the condo. Robin pointed to the floor and Porter obediently lay down directly in front of her. His face still looked relatively impassive, I couldn't understand what might be going on in his head. Once he was lying where she wanted him, Robin again spoke to him and I saw him grasp his own penis and start stroking it. She stood waiting and watching while he was jerking himself, I wondered what her plan was or if she just wanted to see him masturbate. Watching another guy masturbate wasn't one of the items on my top 10 list of things to do on a Friday night but here I was. It took him a couple of minutes but soon Porter's cock was hard and pointing upward. He wasn't the biggest guy I had ever seen but he did have a good sized cock. Robin again spoke to him and he stopped stroking himself and let his hands fall to his sides. She stepped over him and I watched mesmerized as she squatted down and soon I watched his cock disappear into her pussy. That voice in the back of my head was yelling that I was a pervert sitting here watching my sister have sex. Okay, maybe I was a pervert, but I wasn't going to look away after what I had already seen. I realized my own cock was just as hard as Porter's was and if Fanny hadn't been there I might have taken the opportunity to relieve some of the pressure. Robin was riding hard, she was sliding up and down and seemed to be talking continuously as Porter lay there and allowed her to get off on his cock. I could see her breasts bouncing wildly as she not only moved up and down but back and forth and side to side as well. She seemed to be moving in three different directions at once and I didn't think it would take long for her to reach another orgasm with this type of action. I was right and within two minutes she was once again shuddering and expressing her sexual delight to the world. She stayed seated atop Porter's cock for several more minutes as she calmed and then pushed herself up and off before standing. She went back to her wine glass and poured another, taking a sip and then sitting in the chair Porter had been seated in earlier. She said something to him and once again he wrapped his hand around his shaft and started pumping. She was speaking to him between sips of her wine as she watched him jerk his cock. He was maintaining a slow steady pace and I knew it had to be another five minutes at least before he ejaculated, several blobs of thick white liquid shooting out of the head of his cock, some landing on him and some on the floor. Robin set her wine glass down and applauded as he continued to lay there, small tremors causing him to jerk almost imperceptibly. As I was trying to process everything I had seen, I thought I noticed movements from Fanny to my right, short rhythmic motions that let me know she was trying to release some of her own pressure, but I didn't want to say anything or draw any attention to it. I continued to watch for a few more minutes before Robin helped Porter up off the floor and they each disappeared out of our sight. Shortly they came back into view and each dressed, apparently there evening was over and I assumed Robin would be heading for her own place. The light went out as I saw them walking toward what I assumed was the front door, apparently the show was over for tonight. After the lights went out Fanny and I stayed where we were, I think each of us needed a little time to calm. I know my own cock was still hard as a rock and it would need some relief shortly but I wasn't going to try to do anything in front of Fanny. She had stopped pleasuring herself at some point and was now motionless as we each waited for the other to say something. I didn't know what to say and certainly was even less certain about bringing up what had happened in the condo several minutes earlier. "Are you ready for me to take you home now?" I ventured slowly, the sound of my voice seemed to startle Fanny. "Yeah, I guess it's probably time." Was all she could manage to say. I followed her as she wound her way back through the trees until we came to my car and got in. I was only vaguely aware of where we were in town, so Fanny continued to direct me until we came to an area I was more familiar with. Other than her directions our conversation was nonexistent. I knew at some point we would have to discuss that elephant in the room so I figured what the heck, might as well give it a shot. "I take it you've done this before." My comment was half question and half statement. "Yeah, a few times..." "Why did you think I might want to watch something like that?" I was curious to find out why she thought that watching my sister have sex was something that would interest me. "It was just a whim, I don't know, something I thought of while we were speaking earlier. Maybe I thought it was a way for you to get something over on Robin, I know she probably pushed you into taking me out. She can be pretty persuasive if you know what I mean." "Well, you're right about her being persuasive." I said with a low chuckle. "I think Robin's definition of persuasive is probably a little different than yours and mine, I've known her for a while now." Fanny continued. "I've known her a lot longer than you have and you don't know just how persuasive she can be, especially when she's trying to get something she really wants." I was thinking back to all the times growing up together and remembering how Robin always seemed able to manipulate others to her wishes. With our parents it was always cute and innocent, convincing them that she deserved whatever she wanted from them, and with me it was the knowledge that she would continue to beat down my resistance until I gave in. I'm sure she had the ability to read others and would take advantage of whatever weakness they might show as a means to get what she wanted. Once we had started talking the tension in the car seemed to lessen and I was actually feeling a little more comfortable. We were nearly back to Fanny's apartment and I would drop her off then head back to my own. It hadn't been a bad night with her, and despite the weirdness of watching Robin and Porter, I realized the evening hadn't been nearly as bad as I thought it might be. That didn't mean I had any expectations of taking Fanny out again, but she didn't seem to be quite as flaky as Robin had implied. "We're here, it was a little weird but not as bad as I had heard blind dates might be." I said to Fanny as I pulled into a spot in front of her apartment. "I had some doubts too, I mean I know it must be rough on you to realize someone else has to find dates for me." She confided, I could sense a little of that insecurity coming out in her again. I wasn't going to play therapist and try to talk her out of it, but I didn't want to add to any of her anxieties either. "I'll tell Robin we had a good time and maybe she won't feel obligated to try to set you up again." "If I know your sister she probably won't believe you, but thanks anyway." Fanny added as she opened the door to get out. "Thanks again and have a good evening." ***** I don't even remember the drive home from Fanny's apartment, now that I was alone with my thoughts all I could imagine were reruns of what I had seen earlier. Mostly I was concentrating on my sister's naked body. Despite the fact I had never had any sexual fantasies about her, she was pretty damn hot I had to admit. Once I got past that though, I had to wonder about exactly what had been going on between her and Porter. I mean, she seemed to be taking charge although that by itself wouldn't surprise me. She had never been one to take a back seat particularly when she wanted something, but just the way she appeared to be calling all the shots was a little strange to me. The thoughts I had about Porter and something about him being off seemed justified, but I wasn't sure why. Maybe he just liked his women telling him what to do, but the thoughts that Robin might be some sort of dominatrix were eating at my brain. I knew almost nothing about that lifestyle but Porter did seem to be rather submissive and passive in all of his actions. I wonder if he would be that way with everyone, or maybe just when together with someone who recognized him for what he might be and was willing to order him around. I tried to let those thoughts go, I didn't need to be worrying about what my sister's sex life might consist of all night. Despite trying to push the thoughts out of my head, my sleep was filled with dreams of my naked sister acting as master and some nameless, faceless person doing her bidding. When I awoke in the morning I wondered why Robin's partner in my dreams had been faceless, I would've expected to see Porter but for some reason I didn't. I also had to work hard to get that thought out of my head, I wanted to try to forget the whole experience. I'm sure that was going to be difficult to do, but after all I owed it to my sister to let her live her own life. I had watched over her in our teen years and when in high school, but she had been on her own for long enough that my job as protector was behind me, unless of course something was blatantly obvious and she would become subject to real danger. I didn't think Porter constituted any danger to her so I worked hard to erase the entire event from my memory. ***** Since I had been out late I didn't get up early. It was Saturday and I didn't have anything that had to be done at any particular time so I was just dragging myself out of bed about 10:30 when the phone rang. I checked the caller ID and saw it was Robin and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she probably wanted to hear how my date with Fanny had gone last night. "Hi sis, what's up?" I started as I answered the phone. "Are you home?" She asked me. "Where else would I be?" I asked, I was totally confused. "I thought you might have stayed over at Fanny's last night." She said with a giggle. I didn't know how serious she was with her comment, she had assumed the only reason I went out with women was to get into their pants so perhaps this is what she expected. On the other hand, she might just be busting my balls because of my reaction to her the other day when she had made that statement. In any event, I was still barely awake and not really in the mood for a lot of playful banter. "Fanny spent the night at her place and I spent the night in mine. Is that what you want to know?" I said matter of factly. "You know I was just kidding, right?" She said, but there was enough uncertainty in her voice that I had to assume she was trying to cover her earlier comment. "Like I said, she spent the night in her apartment and I spent the night here. Is there anything else you called for?" "I was just curious to see how you made out, you know me I have to know everything." "We went to a dinner and movie, just like you thought we would." I answered simply. I think Robin could sense I wasn't in the mood to talk, either specifics about my date from last night or anything in general. Perhaps we had been out of the house and living on our own long enough that she didn't remember how crabby I could be in the mornings. "How about if you take me to breakfast tomorrow and you can tell me about the whole thing." She offered, giving me a chance to get my act together today and be more prepared to talk to her about it tomorrow. "Yeah, that's probably a better idea. Meet you at the diner about 8:30?" I asked. "Sounds good to me, I'll see you then." She said cheerfully before hanging up. ***** Sunday morning the diner was a pretty busy place. There was a lot of hustle and bustle but I had managed to secure a table before Robin got there and she saw me waiting for her. She came over and sat down but before she could say anything to me a waitress came over to set a cup of coffee in front of me and asked Robin if she wanted one of her own. "Yeah, decaf with cream and extra sugar." "Still drinking that unleaded stuff? You'd have a lot more energy if you switched over to high-test." I chuckled at her choice in coffee, but then remembered back to what I had seen Friday night and realized she probably didn't need any more energy. She had seemed plenty energetic enough and the thought of her naked was again pushing anything else to the back of my brain. She was wearing a summery blouse and some shorts but as I looked across the table at her, all I could see was her sitting there naked. I had to shake my head to get those images out, I knew I'd never be able to have an intelligent conversation with her if I couldn't. "Okay, you've had a day to rest and get your thoughts together, what did you think about my friend Fanny?" Robin started just after the waitress set her coffee on the table. "She was okay I guess." I said simply. "Just okay? Surely you must have more to say than that." Robin wasn't going to let me get away with a minimalist commentary. "Well, you are right about her problems with self-confidence." I tried adding a little more information, not wanting to get too deep into anything. "Oh? What happened?" Robin wanted to know. I really didn't want to get into details but this was my sister. I knew that until she had interrogated me for every last bit of information I wouldn't hear the end of it. Again, this was our game and even if I might try to hold out she wouldn't quit until she got what she wanted. "The first thing she wanted to know was what you had to give me to go out with her." I said to Robin, hoping to guilt her. "She actually asked you that? What did you tell her?" Robin said with an embarrassed look on her face. "I told her you didn't give me anything." "I'm glad of that, I don't want her thinking that I have to pay people to go out with her." Robin sounded relieved. I was going to stick it to her a bit, she deserved it. "I could honestly tell her you didn't give me anything, but that doesn't mean you don't owe me. You said yourself that you owed me big time, and I plan to collect." "I'm sure you will, but at least you didn't let Fanny know that." We stopped the conversation as a waitress came by to take our order and then picked up again after she had left. I told Robin the highlights of our evening, skipping the entire part about watching her and Porter in his condo. "So, you think you're going to take her out again?" Robin asked after I had explained everything to her. "I don't have any plans to, and I don't think she expects that I will." "I think that's so sad, she really wants people to like her." "I don't know what to tell you sis, she does need help. I'm not just talking about some therapist to help her with self-esteem, she needs to do more to make herself look attractive. I know looks aren't everything, don't get your panties in a knot, but you have to admit she could do a lot more. Maybe a little style to her hair, some makeup, a better choice in the clothing she wears... You know, things that would not be too hard to do but would help to make her look and probably even feel better." Robin didn't say anything but she was nodding with everything I said. "If you feel so strongly about this, maybe you should be the one to try to talk to her about that. You said she had lost a lot of weight so perhaps she has some motivation for self improvement. Just don't let her know that it was my idea, although I'm sure it's totally obvious to anyone who sees her. And lastly, don't you dare imply that I might want to go out with her again. I don't have anything against her personally but it's not my job to make her feel better about herself, understand?" I think Robin was a little taken aback by my forceful statement, but knowing her it wouldn't surprise me that she would do exactly what I told her not to. I was letting her know my position on that issue and I also wanted her to know that I wouldn't appreciate if she chose to ignore my warning. We were still siblings and we got along well, but sometimes she thought she knew better than me and I didn't want her thinking that in this particular instance. We slowed the talk and ate our breakfast, our conversation turning to more mundane topics and by the time we finished, we had put Fanny and my date with her out of our minds. I paid for breakfast and said goodbye, letting her give me a kiss on the cheek and telling her that if I didn't see her before then, I'd see her in three more weeks for Sunday dinner. ***** The next week was a slow one for me. Despite my attempts to block it out of my mind I was unable to forget about what I had seen last Friday night. It would intrude while at work, although I had some success pushing it to the back of my mind if I applied myself more actively to what I was doing. However, once home when I didn't have anything to divert my attention like I might have at work, the thoughts kept coming back. I tried everything I could think of to clear the images from my memory, although I knew that would not be possible. I knew the best I could do would be to push them far enough back that they did not constantly intrude on my day-to-day activities. By the time Friday came I had managed to control them somewhat, although not as much as I would have liked.