Talk is Cheap

Tim looked amazing. Of course he did. Tabby's brother always looked amazing. It was all her friends talked about in those days.

"Oh my god, Tab," one friend would say, "His ass is so amazing."

"I just want him to suffocate me in his cleavage," another would say, "I can't think of a better way to go."

They would all erupt in peals of giggles, but for Tabby it was much worse than a simple crush. Tabby was in love with Tim. Everyone knew it, even Tim. How many nights had she fallen asleep, alone, wishing that she had not told her brother about her feelings. Feelings that, for whatever reason, he didn't reciprocate.

Until now.

And there she was, sitting across the table from the most handsome man on the planet, her one true love. Her brother Tim.

What had changed his mind? She stared at him stuffed into his contoured red leather dress, his breasts threatening to escape out the top (as they often did), as he slowly ran his stocking-clad foot up and down her calf. As far as she could tell, nothing had changed. He was still the same Tim. Smart, driven, attractive, and so very busy. She'd never heard of someone having so many relationships as Tim had, and it kept him extremely busy! Now that their relationship had finally turned a corner, she hoped that he would have time for her, that she wouldn't just get lost in the crowd of doting lovers.

"Dad and I have almost raised enough for your car deductible," she told him, hoping it would make him happy.

"Are you two still doing that thing?" Tim smiled through painted lips, his angelic voice cutting through the din of the bar, "Honestly, I'm sure we could come up with another way..."

"No, I insist," Tabby said, "The accident was my fault. You have to let me fix it. Please?"

"Alright, alright," Tim giggled, "You're so adorable when you beg. How can I say 'no'?"

Her date took a sip of his rum and coke, a stain of his lipstick remaining on the glass when he brought it down from his luscious lips. Oh, how Tabby wished she could be that glass, that his lips would press against her own, that he would drink deeply of her affection...

"The workout thing is really taking off," Tabby continued, trying to stay focussed on the present, "and he's really throwing himself into it. He told me he has a new friend at work who is helping him come up with ideas to engage the audience better."

"Baby," Tim leaned forward and took his sister's hand while his cleavage threatened to draw her eyes, "Not that I don't appreciate the effort, but right now I don't care about my car, and I definitely don't want to spend the night talking about dad."

Tabby could feel the blood rush to her head. She hoped her cheeks hadn't turned too red.

"What do you want to talk about, then?"

"As far as I can tell, sweetie," Tim said in a sultry tone, "I'm on a date with the sexiest woman in the bar. Truthfully, I don't want to talk about anything. I think we've waited long enough to show each other how we feel. What do you say we blow this pop stand?"

If it was anyone other than Tim being that forward, Tabby would have told them to take a hike. But Tim, the man she wanted so badly that her panties felt like they'd been used to wash the dishes, wanted to show her how he felt? There was only one thing to do.

"Where to?" she asked, the sound of her chair against the hardwood announcing their departure, bringing on looks of jealousy from all the watching women in the bar. Tabby loved it. She wore their jealousy like a badge of honour. She'd waited and waited, but finally all her dreams were coming true.