User blog:Blindeyes12/Age Gap 1

You look around the waiting room, trying your best to keep avoid noticing the receptionist. Instead of doing whatever it is she’s supposed to, the witch is licking and sucking at an ice pop as seductively as she can manage. Not that you’re looking or anything. Eventually the door opens and a couple of familiars walk out. One notices you, gently elbows her companion and whispers something to her. The second familiar then looks at you and blushes a deep crimson. Ignoring the giggles, you grab your gift bag and check on its contents before approaching the reception desk.

“Hello Onii-chan! How can I help you? Oops. Looks I got some juice on my shirt~.”

“Actually, I spoke to you the other day. I’m here to see the boss lady.”

“Oh… Ok. You can head in right now.” You thank her before you leave. As you go through the office door, you swear you hear the receptionist mutter “lucky bitch”. The office is oddly dark and unsurprisingly messy. Large dusty tomes, grimoires and Sabbath Today magazines cover every surface of the room. She never was one for keeping tidy. You turn your attention to the desk at the back of the room. It is large and decorated with Sabbath’s teachings, but what interests you the most is the small figure almost hidden behind it. The Baphomet is busy writing something down in a notebook with a serious look on her face.

“Hey sis!” you exclaim with a large smile on your face. She looks up from her work; scowl deepening as she does so.

“What do you want?”

You feign shock before responding with, “Does anyone need an excuse to see his big sis at work?”

“Yeah, you usually do. Anyway I don’t have time for you today; I’ve got a meeting with someone over lunch.”

“That would be me.”

“Nice try,” she says as she looks over her schedule, “I’m meeting with a… Mr. Bromeister? Dammit, it is you!” You can’t help but smirk at the deminuitive girl. “So we come back to my original question, what do you want?”

“It’s nothing too difficult, just lunch. I’ll even pay!” You give your sister your biggest smile, which she returns with a cool glare.

“Lunch? And you’ll pay? The demon lord must have sworn off sex this morning.”

“You can even choose where we go.” She sits back in her chair, hmm-ing and hah-ing as she weighs the pros and cons. She then leans over and turns on the intercom.

“Sasha, I’m going out for lunch today.”

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Of course she had to pick one of the most expensive restaurants in town. Just looking at the prices on the menu is enough to make you sweat. Oh well, you did say she could pick where she wanted to go eat. After your waitress (a golem in a maid uniform) takes your order, your sister turns to talk to you.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now we come to the part where you tell me what you want from me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why do I need to ‘want something’ from you? Why can’t I take my adorable older sister out to dinner?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because you don’t just do that. Whenever you talk to me you always need something. What is it this time? Money? Some sort of favor? What?”

<p class="MsoNormal">You sigh in defeat. “Ok, you got me. I want you to look at the contents of this bag. Let me know what you think.” You hand her your gift bag. She takes it and starts pulling out the newspaper you filled it with. You smile as her usual stoic expression changes into an adorable shocked one. She gently pulls out a porcelain doll in a Victorian era dress.

<p class="MsoNormal">“M-Mrs. Tiddlywinks?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, she’s not THE Mrs. Tiddlywinks. The chances of her being the exact same doll as your old one are tragically slim.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“How did you even know about her? I had to get rid of her years before you were born…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I asked mom. We also have that painting of you holding a doll like that back home. I just happened to find it in an antique shop and thought it would make a good birthday present. Happy one hundred and seventy ninth by the way. I know it’s a little late, and I’m sorry I missed it.” She looks at you, her face has since gone from shocked to confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thanks, but I’m still not sure this is about.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well it comes back to what I want, and I want to fix this,” you say as you motion to her, “I’ve got to thinking lately that I don’t like this situation. I only ever come to see you when I need something and I know for a fact that you don’t like me. I want to be able to come over to your place, just to chat. I… I want to start acting like a brother!” Your sister looks at you, looking for any sign of insincerity.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What brought this on? You didn’t really care before.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you remember when I graduated from University?” She gently shakes her head to indicate that she did not. “I do. I remember that everyone was there. Well, everyone except for you. It was one of the most important days of my life, and you didn’t care. I was furious, just the thought that I meant so little to you made me practically foam at the mouth! Then I started to think, did I give you a reason to care? Did I, in all of the time I’ve known you, ever really try to get to know you? That’s what this is about. Mrs. Tiddlywinks is my olive branch, so to speak.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, it’s not like I don’t like you. It’s just that you were too young. When you were growing up, we couldn’t talk to each other because we didn’t have anything in common to talk about. And you’d bother me at work when I would be stressing out and I’d take it out on you. You were just so young and I’ve been an adult for a while.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, I’m an adult now Onee-chan. I’m sure we can have a more mature conversation now. What do you say?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“If you promise to never call me that again, I think we could manage,” she says before she smiles, happier than you’ve ever seen her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I think that would be nice,” you say as the golem maid waitress brings your food to the table, “and we finish just in time. Wow that looks good!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, it tastes even better!” she says as she digs into her pasta, “So… do you have a girlfriend?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’ve just got back onto speaking terms and that’s the first question you ask? Who are you, mom?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well I am old enough to be mom number two~. So spill it. Are you dating or loli baiting? Because if you are, I can set you up with Sasha.” And so you spent the rest of the night speaking with your smaller older sister.

<p class="MsoNormal">The End

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