Brenda & Bry

I couldn't believe it when I pulled up to the prearranged place. They were both there! Brian smiled when he saw my car. He came up to the passenger window, which I lowered as he approached. "Steve?" he asked.

"Yeah, you must be Brian." I said, nervously.

"Yeah, and this is Brenda," he said, motioning to his sister. She smiled nervously, then gave the giggle that I was familiar with from the phone.

Brian slid into the back seat (my car was a 4-door) and Brenda slid in right behind him. She had a shopping bag and he had a portable stereo tape player. As I headed toward the hotel I searched for various small talk to cut through the silence that was broken only when the two kids would look at each other and giggle. I could not keep my eyes off of the rear view mirror. These two kids looked like brother and sister -- unmistakable.

Both kids had sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes and a slight compliment of freckles across their face. Brenda's hair was shoulder length and Brian had his neatly cut in what mothers like to call "a regular boy's haircut". He had on levis and a "Bon Jovi" tee shirt. She was wearing a white pair of shorts that had wide cross over suspenders. Beneath the wide straps of the suspenders I could see the beginning of what soon would be tennis-ball sized tits. "What's in the bag?", I asked.

"Some tapes, extra clothes, and stuff," Brian said.

We made a few nervous comments before finally pulling into the hotel parking lot. This was an old Embassy Suites. The rooms were actually like apartments, kitchen, dishes and all. There was a living room and two bedrooms and the parking was right in front of the room. I liked that because there was no risk of running into someone that one of them may have known.

Once inside the hotel, I bolted and chained the door after putting the "do not disturb" sign out. Brian looked at me a little concerned when I put the chain on but I quickly joked about his hoping the maid would join us and his apprehension at being locked in seemed to go away. "There's stuff in the fridge, Help yourself" I said. I was relieved that they both took soda and not beer because I didn't want the parents smelling it later. Everyone seemed to take a seat, sort of automatically.