An Anniversary to Remember

Tristan and Natasha were celebrating their fifth anniversary, a fancy date at their favorite restaurant. They were in the middle of a toast, to their love and companionship, raising their glasses and staring into each other’s eyes, hearts filled with warmth and joy, when they heard the scraping sound of a chair being dragged next to them. Tristan stopped talking, and looked over in surprise as a man, who looked to be about the same age as them, sat down at the table with them. Tristan spoke up in an offended manner, as Natasha signaled one of the waiters over. “Hey man, can’t you see this table is taken?”

“That’s okay, you both don’t mind me being here.”

Something came over them both, and suddenly, his presence didn’t bother them anymore. Sure, they were celebrating their anniversary, but a little company wouldn’t hurt, would it? When the waiter arrived, asking a curt: “Is everything alright here?”, Nat replied with a smile “Yes everything is fine, thanks!”

The waiter eyed the newcomer with a sceptical look, but with no complaints from the two guests, he backed off, leaving the trio. The stranger turned back to Tristan, a wide smile on his face. “Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt your lovely little speech. Please, continue!”. Tristan turned towards Natasha, his eyes once again beaming with love, as he resumed speaking, like the man wasn’t even there. “As I was saying, Nat, you are my light in the dark, the love of my life, and I truly look forward to…”. The stranger interrupted once more with an exaggerated sigh. “Gah, so cheesy… You really think this woman here is your one true love? Besides, isn’t she too old for you? You must be what, no more than 20? While she seems to be at least 25?”

That ruffled Tristan’s feathers, as he rubbed his beardless face. Sure, he was quite young, and Nat and him had only been dating a few months now, but he still knew she was the one for him, despite being his first and only girlfriend! A little insulted, Tristan kept going. “I truly look forward to spending the rest of my life with you. That’s why I want to ask you one important question… Natasha Jenkins, will you…”. Before he could finish, he was interrupted once more. “Woah there, were you actually going to ask her to marry you? I must have misheard, because that would really be weird, considering the two of you are sisters…”

This time there was a sense of disorientation as the man spoke, before the two of them regained their wits. Trisha scoffed, insulted. Who did this guy think she was, propose to her own sister? What nonsense! She shot daggers at him with her eyes, before resuming. “What I was going to say was, I look forward to a night of fun and party with my awesome sister!” The two girls clinked their glasses, giggling all the while. The man kept staring at them, with a knowing smile.

“Look Trish, I know you enjoy hanging out with your sister, but you should really find someone your age to spend time with, so that Nat and I can go on a date by ourselves, once in a while…”. Once again, Trish looked abash, pouting. But Nat quickly jumped to her rescue. “Oh, come on Ben, don’t be mean with her, she just enjoys spending time with us, that’s all. I’m sure that she could get herself a boyfriend her own age if she wanted to, with all the boys throwing themselves at her.”

“I’m sure she could…” Ben whispered under his breath, still smiling, before he started eating from the plate set in front of him. The three of them kept eating, drinking, and chatting for a little while without incident, before Nat excused herself to the washroom, leaving Trisha alone with Ben. He eyed her with a predatory look, wide grin on his face. “I know why you like hanging out with us, why you don’t have any boyfriend your age, despite how hot you are. You have a crush on me, don’t you? You are jealous of your sister, for being with me. And every time I kiss you, you wish that it was you that I was kissing instead. Admit it.”

Trisha blushed deeply as he spoke. Was her affection towards him that obvious? She didn’t think it was, but then again, the way he had just called her out on it, it must be apparent. She didn’t reply, only bowing her head down in youthful shame. “But don’t worry. Tonight, when your sister is sleeping, I might just slip out of her bedroom to go to the washroom, and on my way back it is possible that I enter the wrong room, and end up in your bed… Then I could do with you everything I also do with her…” Trisha nearly chocked on her drink at that point, blushing an even deeper red. She didn’t have a chance to respond, and he didn’t get a chance to elaborate, as Nat returned, oblivious to what had happened in her absence.

Trish sat in awkward silence for the rest of the supper, her thoughts and imagination running wild as the couple kept chatting casually. She kept glancing furtively at Ben, hoping that Nat wouldn’t notice anything. But she herself was so focused on her amazing boyfriend, she barely even acknowledged her sister’s presence at the table.

Once dinner was done, they paid the bill and left for home, where they opted to watch a movie. They sat on the couch, Ben and Natasha cuddled up on one end, Trish by herself on the other side, like the third wheel she now was. It wasn’t long into the movie before the couple were no longer paying attention, instead passionately making out in their corner. Meanwhile Trisha was staring at them, picturing herself at her sister’s place, in Ben’s manly arms, his lips pressed against hers…

She was broken out of her reverie as the movie ended, the screen turning black. They decided to call it a night and retreated to their bedrooms. As Trish laid in bed, she heard light thumping, then moans and giggles. But soon, the thumps became harder, more vigorous, as the moans became all out cries of pleasure. Unable to resist, Trish reached down under her dress, slipping her hand in her panties, rubbing herself to the sound of her sister being fucked by her hunk of a boyfriend. As she heard one final high-pitched cry, she felt herself tip over the edge, and came at the same time her sister did. She didn’t get much sleep after that, as she laid in bed, anxiously awaiting to see if Ben really meant what he had said back at the restaurant. Then, after an hour or so, she heard her sister’s door open, followed by her own. Trish sat up in an instant, her heart fluttering at the sight of Ben, this older, more mature, and experienced man. Her crush, the man of her dreams. He threw himself at her, pressing his muscled body against her young, soft, and curvy one, as he laid her back down on the bed, kissing her all the while. She ran her dainty fingers through his short hair, her whole body quivering with passion under his rough touch. She wanted him, needed him inside of her. And soon her wishes came true, as he fulfilled his promise, and fucked her just as he had fucked her sister. And just as he came inside her, sudden clarity over came her, and she remembered who she was, a 27-year-old man, who was about to propose to Nat, his boyfriend, and not her little sister, who had a crush on her boyfriend, this creep, this monster who had ruined their lives. And then, just like that it was gone, and Trish felt content and fulfilled, in a dreamy haze, hoping this wasn’t Ben’s last nightly visit to her bedroom. Lucky for her, it wouldn’t be. And every time he would come inside her, Tristan would resurface, just for a moment, and remember everything, all this nightmare, before fading back into Trish’s consciousness, until the next time.

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