Have a little fun with some of the patrons

"Why don't we all go to that table over there?" You gesture to one of the more secluded tables in the back, and the group moves towards it.

"Jesus. That's just what I'm talking about." says someone in a not too subtle tone. You turn your head to see a young man in his mid-twenties sitting in a booth, who quickly glances away when he notices you looking at him. He's fairly trim and in shape, and makes quite a pair with the person he's sitting across from, a fairly attractive girl about the same age, with pale freckled skin and long light brown hair.

"John?" Amy asks, looking over her shoulder at you. "You coming?"

"One sec." you respond, waving them on to the table. "You guys go on ahead, I'll be there soon."

You turn back to the couple, intrigued. "Excuse me," you ask. "What were you talking about? You two want to be completely honest with me."

"I was just telling Laura here that it's wild that a guy like you can land a girl like her." he says, gesturing in the direction of Amy and your friends. "Meanwhile, I'm shit out of luck. I'm not that bad looking, am I? I just don't understand how guys like you can get women so far out of your league that it's ridiculous."

"Jesus Kyle." Laura says, lowering her voice in embarrassment. "I agree that he's a bit out of her league, but do you have to be so mean about it?"

"C'mon." he continues, gesturing towards you. "Look at him. Would you really date a guy like that?"

"He's not that bad looking." Laura says, giving you a once over. "I wouldn't say that he's attractive to me though. Honestly, I probably wouldn't even think of him in that way." she shrugs. "Sorry. You're just not really my type."

Despite Laura's reasonableness, you feel your temper flare. Okay, maybe you weren't a supermodel, but it's not like you couldn't get girls. You had a healthy sex life in college, thank you very much, and over the years you've become much less insecure about yourself. However, Kyle's words brought back the memories of high-school bullies and the shit that they would give anyone who they thought was beneath them. You decide that now, with your new power, you had the chance to get some form of ****. But how?

"Ha!" Kyle exclaims, shaking his head at Laura in response. "I mean, no doubt about that. He might be more mom and dad's speed, though. Remember how they freaked when you brought that punk Alan home?"

Ah. Perfect.

"And what's your type of girl, Kyle?" you ask nonchalantly.

"Me? Well if I'm being completely honest, I like them shorter, actually. Blondes, usually, definitely with curves." he responds, head tilted sideways in thought.

"Really?" you raise your eyebrows in mock surprise. You study Laura for a moment. "I didn't figure you'd be into blondes. Actually, you've always been more into brown hair, aren't you? Light brown."

"Uh, yeah, actually you're right. Don't know why I said I liked blondes so much." Kyle scratches his head, momentarily confused.

"And if you're being honest, you don't like them that much shorter. Same height as you or only a little shorter, in fact. Pale skin too, that's definitely a plus." you continue with a grin. "Oh, and thin! A little willowy, not too much curves."

"Yeah...I...well, yeah, you're right. That really does describe my ideal type of girl." Kyle says, smiling. "Man, I guess I haven't really had much luck dating girls my type, have I? I've mostly been with shorter blondes, most of them a little tan. And they've always had more fat than I'd have liked. I mean, they were attractive, but for once I'd like to date a girl who was a bit thinner, and probably a little less gifted in the chest department if you know what I mean."

"And with freckles." you add. "That's definitely your ideal type. A taller than average, pale, thin girl with brown hair and freckles. Honestly, any girl who has all of these physical qualities really does it for you. You can't help but get super turned on when you see a girl like that. You're totally in lust from the moment you lay eyes on her."

"Shit, man." Kyle chuckles. "You got me. I'm a total horndog, I know."

"God, Kyle." Laura says, rolling her eyes. "You are so gross sometimes."

Kyle turns to Laura, ready with a retort, when he freezes in his tracks. His eyes take in the sight of his sister as if he was seeing her for the first time. You see his eyes roam over her body, studying the long brown hair nestled around her freckled face, her thin, pale frame, and finally, her modest cup size. You see Kyle's mouth drop open slightly before he remembers himself.

"Um...yeah...sorry sis." Kyle says haltingly, a tinge of red on his face.

You smile at his discomfort, knowing Kyle was probably dealing with an instant and rock-hard erection under the table.

"Woah, what?" Laura laughs, oblivious to Kyle's difficulties. "When was the last time you apologised to me? Two years ago?" she says jokingly. Her genuine mirth brings out more of the natural beauty in her face, you notice. Kyle notices too, and he stares at his sister, enraptured.

"Uh...yeah, I guess." Kyle says in a daze.

You smile as Kyle struggles with the burning incestuous desires you've placed within him. How much further did you want to go? And in what direction?