For the last week I've been chatting with this cute girl on a popular dating app. We're into a lot of the same hobbies, and her personality seems really adorable. There's only one small issue: she hasn't posted any photos of her face on her dating profile, only pictures of her (clothed) body. I'm not too worried about it though, because I don't have any pictures of my face uploaded either, and we've texted enough that I can be reasonably sure she's not some kind of bot or catfish. We've set up a date for tonight at a local restaurant, because we both happen to live in the same city.
I arrive at the restaurant a little early and take a seat at our reserved table. The two of us had previously agreed to wear a specific shade of blue so we can identify each other. It's still quite early, so I decide to wait for a while longer before I start getting nervous that I'm being stood up. A couple minutes later there is a tap on my shoulder and I turn around, my expectant smile turning to one of confusion as I find myself looking up into the smiling face of my younger sister Emily. "Emmy! what are you doing here?" I exclaim. Her expression is equally surprised. "${name}!? What are YOU doing here? Oh my God!" she says, removing her hand from my shoulder, "You were the one I was talking to online?!"
Her face is as red as mine feels, this is such an impossibly awkward and improbable situation. She looks down at herself nervously, realizing how revealing her outfit must be, "Oh, um...I thought I could get away with wearing something like this." She blushes again, glancing over at me and back down at herself. "D-Don't stare, 'kay..." she whispers, taking a seat opposite me. "What are you doing?" "W-Well, we're already here, so we might as well have dinner," she stutters out. The waitress comes by and takes our drink orders, then leaves us alone again.
Despite her earlier plea, I can't help but stare, she's wearing a form fitting baby blue dress. Not only does the dress fail to reach her knees, it is also strapless and even Emily's meager cleavage is well outlined by its shape. She notices my gaze and shoots me a nasty look before burying her face in the restaurant's menu.
We're both quiet for a while, and then I speak up, "What are you doing using a dating app and pretending to be an adult? You're only fourteen years old." She flinches at my words, her embarrassment momentarily hidden by a familiar sisterly irritation. "I know I'm not supposed to do things like that, but I wanted to meet someone older! All the boys at school are gross and immature." I let out a long sigh at her carefree attitude, "Em, you got really lucky, I could have been some creep and then what would you have done?" "COULD have been? Isn't this the big brother who was sexting with someone he thought was a college freshman?"
Her heated voice quiets when she remembers the naughty messages we had texted each other earlier in the week. "D-Don't look at me like that!" she hisses, turning red again at my stare. "J-Just order your fucking food," she mutters, turning away. I can't help but scold her vulgarity which earns me a glare, no doubt the result of the far more vulgar things I had said to her online when I thought she was someone I was going to sleep with. "So what are we gonna do now?" she asks, breaking the silence; "after we eat I mean." "Well... what is there to do? We just finish our food and then go home and pretend this didn't happen." She nods in agreement, her eyes not meeting mine. It is quite awkward to look her in the eyes after all the dirty words we exchanged; thankfully we didn't share any nudes, or I'd never be able to look my little sister in the eye ever again. We wait for our food to arrive and then eat in silence, our eyes occasionally meeting before one or both of us quickly look away.
Once the bill arrives I pay it and she finally speaks, "Hey... I took a taxi here, I was thinking..." she trails off glancing away. It's quite obvious she was thinking her date would take her back to his place. "Idiot," I mutter, but there is a hint of softness and she notices it, smiling, "Thanks, bro, and sorry about all this. Even though it's mostly your fault, if I hadn't been using the dating app this wouldn't have happened." I look back at her as we reach my car. I've always had trouble staying mad at Emily, she knows just the faces to make to get me feel bad for being upset with her. "It's okay, just promise me you won't try and use online dating apps again?" She sighs, turning away so I don't see her pink cheeks, and then nods slightly. I open the door for her, and watch her get in, unintentionally glancing at her short blue dress once again — it really is quite provocative. "Just where are you looking, ${name}?" She asks, her arms moving to cover her chest. My cheeks flush and I look away; having no good answer for her I close the passenger door and walk around to the driver's side.
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Once we're approaching our house I speak, "Listen, I'm bringing you back from hanging out with some of your friends because I happened to be out too, and you called me to pick you up." It was a reasonable enough cover story to use if our parents asked why we came home together. "Oh...right," she says, turning away from me. I drive around the block and pull into our driveway. She glances over at me, her cheeks still pink, "If you ever bring any of this up I'll kill you." I laugh, and get out of the car, opening her door. "Alright, alright." She smiles back, and I'm struck again by how pretty she is; it takes a conscious effort to force my my mind away from thoughts of her slim young body. We head back into the house, and enter our respective rooms.
Even after I've settled down and gotten ready for bed, it stills takes some time for me to fall asleep. I can't get the image of Emily in her inappropriate outfit out of my head. I've finally managed to settle down and feel my eyelids start to grow heavy when I hear a soft rapping on my door. A second later my bedroom door creaks open, before I can even muster the words to ask who it is. "${name}?" Calls out a small voice, and though I know it belongs to Emily it sounds much frailer than usual. "Emmy, what is it?" I ask, unable to hide my surprise at her sudden entrance. "I couldn't sleep and I thought you might be up too," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "Can we talk?" She continues hesitantly, her feet padding on the carpeted floor as she draws nearer to my bed.
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