Breakfast with Big Sis

Fiona drives toward downtown, the tall buildings getting closer with each passing minute. Every so often she would look over at you, you would smile back at her. Not much was said outside of idle chit chat.

Eventually she says. "That coat's just gotta go."

"Huh? Oh, but it's cold out." You say.

"Throw it in the back seat." She tells you, brushing off your complaint. "I'll get you something nice. There's a place near the cafe, they'll have something. It'll be off the rack but...I'm sure we'll find something."

"You're...you're buying me a coat?" You ask even as you remove your jacket, pulling out your wallet and such from the pockets.

She pulls to a stop at a red light and reaches over and grabs you in behind your neck. She pulls you in for firm kiss, she holds it a good ten seconds before letting you go. You let out a lovesick sigh, a dreamy smile across your face. "You're my man now Jesse." Is all she says.

"New job must pay good huh?" You probe.

She ignores the question and starts up again as the light turns green. It is not too much longer before she pulls up to a downtown cafe. The pair of you get out and head inside, you wanted to hurry as the cool wind was cutting right through your collared shirt, but you stay abreast with Fiona's steady measured pace. Even just strolling down the sidewalk she did so with effortless power and confidence.

As you enter the cafe you see it was really more a fancy restaurant then a coffee shop. Booths lined one wall with tables all through the rest and waitresses busily went this way and that. It was a nice place. An upscale old world decor. The type of place that made everything from scratch. The way you and Fiona were dressed you fit right in, you made for a striking couple.

As the pair of you wait for a table you stood side by side as you normally would have, but things weren't normal anymore. She takes a step toward you and you shift to keep a respectful distance. As brother and sister ought to. Fiona says in a low voice. "What are you doing? Come here baby, put your arm around me." She is grinning. "Come here Jesse, what's wrong?"

For the first time a pang of nerves hit you. You whisper. "People will see us Fiona." You glance around nervously looking for what you were sure would be familiar faces scattered amongst the other patrons.

"Of course they'll see us. What are you worried about? Do you know these people?" She asks, knowing the answer already. "Come here Jesse." She says, her voice hardening, her grin gradually disappearing. "Give me a kiss baby."

"We can do that at home." You say to her. "Or in the car even." You actually shift your weight away from her. She reaches for you and you deflect her hand away with yours. You felt awful doing it but you weren't going to be all couple-y with your sister out in public, that was too much! In the privacy of home sure, but not here.

You saw anger flash in her eyes at your insolence. "Come. Here." She commands you. "Give me a kiss."

"No...we can't!" You hiss, keeping your voice low.

She slowly turns away from you and stands still, she smolders beside you as you shifted uncomfortably. Her anger and disappointment emanating off of her like heat from a forge.

"Fiona..." You say, trying to get her attention. "Fiona..." She wasn't looking at you.

The waitress chooses this moment to come to guide the pair of you to a table. Fiona follows her without another word. You are lead to one of the booths. Fiona takes a seat, you take the other side. This seemed to annoy your big sister even more. She waves the menus away. "Two coffees, two orders of eggs Benedict on croissant, two fruit salads." She orders for the both of you.

Sensing your sister was in no mood for pleasantries the waitress just nods and hurries back toward the kitchen.

Fiona is shooting daggers at you with her intense gaze. "Come here, sit with me. I want a kiss." She says with a cold commanding voice.

You once more look around fearfully. "Fiona...we can't do this here."

She says none too quietly. "So I'm good enough to fuck in private but..." You flinch and blush as nearby tables surely heard that. You could tell she wanted to say more, so much more, but she was restraining herself.

"Fiona...please. Be reasonable." You whisper. "Mom said the secret had to..."

"We're playing by her rules are we? It's just about the sex then is it?" She clenches her jaw. "Nothing more? Just hiding away and fucking each other? I thought you wanted more Jesse." Nearby heads were turning.

"Fiona..." You say trying to reason with her, though you weren't really sure what to say. "...I do want more. Just not here."

"You don't know anyone here, I don't know anyone here. Come sit with me. I want a kiss." She sits up straight. "If you are my man you will come sit with me right now." The ultimatum was laid down. You could see more than just anger in her eyes now. There was hope and there was love and there was worry, and of course there was still plenty of anger. She wanted you but she needed things on her terms. It was the only way she could do this.

You sit, paralyzed by your worry and embarrassment.

Her eyes slowly lower from you, you could sense the deep disappointment in her. She slowly nods. "Okay." Pulling her keys from her jacket she pushes them across the table toward you. "Hey. It's cold out. You should go get your coat from the car."

You stare at the keys and all they represented. If you took those and walked out now...that would be it with Fiona. At least on some level.

"Don't worry, we can still have some fun at home sometimes...it's okay." She says in a flat emotionless tone.

With a hesitation in her hand she pulls it away from the keys, leaving them in the center of the table for you. The waitress had returned with the coffees and sets them on the table. Fiona nods and takes hers in her hand. She adds some cream and sugar, slowly stirring. Watching the spoon go in small circles.

"Fiona, don't be like this. When we get home we can..." Your voice trails off. You look at your sister sitting across from you. Your powerful independent sister, sitting alone. You knew she had an active social life but she rarely had anyone she'd hangout with casually, she had few real friends growing up. A few hangers on, a few men she'd string along for a while, and a few mean girl sidekicks, but few genuine friends. She kept everyone at arm's length. You usually saw her alone out of the house. Even at home, even among the family, she was a loner.

You sigh. You take the keys from the table and you see as her shoulders slump just barely, almost imperceptibly. You slide from the booth and stand. You could see a few sympathetic faces on the people in the next table, obviously thinking this was a young lovers quarrel of some sort. Which is exactly what it was you supposed.

Now that you were standing you knew you were fooling yourself. You weren't going anywhere. There was no way in hell you were walking out to get that old coat. You smooth out your vest and straighten your tie. Stepping across to her side of the table you slide in beside her. She looks over to you...and that beautiful smile of hers returns. As you hand her back her keys you lean in and give her a little kiss on the cheek.

She throws her near arm around you and pulls you in with a strong embrace for a long deep passionate kiss! The kind of kiss even normal couples don't do that often in public, the sort of kiss that makes onlookers say "get a room!". Just then you hear from the next table. "Geez, get a room you two!"

Fiona lets you go with a smile, ignoring the nearby quip. As she sits with you, looking at you lovingly, her arm around you, you realize that not only was she not embarrassed right now...she was proud. She was proud to be seen with her pretty young man, proud to have you at her side. You were humbled by it.

Pulling you into her side she reaches up and lays your head down on her shoulder. Almost instinctively you slide an arm round her slender waist and settle into her. As when she had dressed you you felt a bit emasculated, this was not a position the male of a relationship was supposed to take in public. But once more, in Fiona's strong arms, it also felt good. There was no guesswork with Fiona. You knew who was in charge. You knew who was top and who was bottom. You knew she loved you. The tension in you relaxes.

Letting out a long breath you wriggle into her even more, your nose nuzzling into her long smooth neck. Her expensive perfume filling your senses. You close your eyes and shut the rest of the world out.

"That's my man. Good boy." She says softly as she begins to stroke her fingers through your hair and around the sensitive edge of your ear. "Good boy."