Old Squeeze and Young Love

(I realize I've been using "Pat" as Brandon's friend's name instead of Chuck. Mild retcon to correct that. It doesn't mess up my plans for Chuck.)

Amy sighed as she tossed another useless stack of papers into a pile on the messy desk at the county clerks office. to her right was her computer, connected to the state registry.

Brenda's friend "Chuck" was just old enough that she actually had to sort through paper records as well as digital. She found his highschool records, or more accurately found science awards records from when he was in highschool, but after calling the highschool, she wasn't able to get any contact information for Chuck's friends of family.

She got a bit further when she found records for him at the local community college he attended. People remembered his name, they even had an address for a local apartment complex on record, but after contacting the apartments, she found that he had moved away almost a decade ago, with no forwarding address.

His university record was... spotted. Rather than actually pursuing a degree, he had taken an odd assortment of classes in physics, programming, and a whole suite of 101 courses in different ancient languages. There was no address on record, which surprised the clerk she was speaking to, just as much as it frustrated Amy.

Tax documents seemed an optimistic angle at first... Until records stopped 3 years ago. Either he stopped paying taxes, or moved to a different state.

Amy sighed. She felt bad about the mishap yesterday, it was partly her fault after all, but it was probably best that her sister just get used to the braces, and accept the fact they broke the gun Chuck had gifted her. She had already missed two days of work for this. She had warned Brenda about telling her boyfriend, but Brenda had insisted. She knew how college crushes went, and as likable as Jack was, she wasn't sure if they could trust him with such a big secret. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she even trust Brenda's judgement in boyfriends at all.

A tinge of irritation flared through her.

Jack was just a kid, why would Brenda want to date some Sophomore in college instead of an adult? She had such better prospects.

Amy furrowed her brow at that curious annoyance. Why wouldn't Brenda date someone her age? And why couldn't they trust him? Jack was a sweet kid, and he had been genuine and trustworthy with other things. Particularly when Brenda came out to him.

So why did she feel... Jealous? A flash of a memory passed through her mind. She was doing something obscene with her sister. Stroking her sisters cute little dicklet in the mall bathroom, and teasing her about wearing girly clothes.

Amy gasped, but surprisingly didn't feel grossed out. It didn't matter that they were adopted sisters, she should have felt grossed out... So why didn't she? They had grown up together, this was definitely not a healthy interaction... But when slowed down she couldn't actually remember growing up together... In fact, she had always felt somewhat lonely as a single child. So when did her family adopt Brenda? She blinked. Thought. Blinked again, then stood up with a cry. "SHIT, BRANDON!"

"Dammit Brandon, what did you do with that gun? I knew the mall was a bad idea." She shoveled her things into her bag, and scrambled for the door. Tapping her phone to life, she started searching for Brandon's number in the contacts, instead finding an entry marked "Sis". She gritted her teeth as she called.

It was dark, and cozy, and the movie the pair had snuck into was bad. Some superhero garbage with an absolutely convoluted plot that didn't particularly interest anyone... But then, that was the point. The theater was practically empty, and the pair were in the back.

Brenda smiled as Jack raised the armrest between them, and curled her legs in her seat. She leaned against him, and he rested his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her. He held her, and she settled more comfortably into him. They nuzzled, and teased each other with quick kisses. His hands began to explore her body, squeezing, and groping her chest. She began to press her tush into his crotch, slowly gyrating and grinding. She could feel him get hard... She could feel herself get hard... And then her phone rang.

Neither particularly cared, but the accusatory glances from the other patrons caused them to break from one another's warm embrace. Both of them grumbled, and Jack shifted to give Brenda access to her phone on the floor.

Brenda rolled her eyes. "It's my sister." She whispered.

"Do you need to answer?" Jack asked.

"Nah. I'll just turn it off." Brenda quipped.

The pair smiled at one another as the bright screen of the phone blinked dark, and settled back into each others arms.

"Dammit Brandon. Pick. Up." Amy cursed as she sped along the roadways to the mall.