My birthday was only a week away. This didn’t fill me with a great deal of excitement, as I was still fairly new here in town, and didn’t really know anybody. Almost twenty-three, and I was still suffering from the shyness that had plagued me all my life. To make matters even worse, my birthday this year fell on a Friday. I’ve always hated weekends; usually I spent them at home, alone, bored. I could easily imagine a multitude of people spending their weekends partying, clubbing, dancing, laughing, making love, and generally having a good time. Meanwhile, I’d have to be content sitting at home watching Cinemax, hoping to find some decent soft porn. Either that, or make a fundamental change in my basic character. Easier to sit at home alone.
My sister, Angela, had convinced me a few years ago that working out and getting myself into shape would help boost my confidence. So I took her advice and began exercising religiously, to no avail. Well, I must admit that I probably looked really good; I’m six feet, three inches tall, with brown hair that falls past my shoulder blades, cool blue eyes, and if I weren’t so shy, could probably pose for one of those beefcake calendars. Unfortunately, this only increased my loneliness, as I was still too shy to try meeting people.
The Tuesday before my birthday, as I was walking in the door from work, my phone rang. Surprised, I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Richard? It’s Angie! How are you, little brother?” She sounded confident and happy, as always.
“Angie! I’m ok. Still just working and sleeping, pretty much. How are you?”
“I’m doing just fine. Hey, I’ve got an idea I want to run by you. Mom and Dad are going out of town this weekend for some sort of conference. And I’m thinking, since it’s your birthday, why don’t I fly out there on Thursday, and we’ll have the whole weekend to spend together. You can take Friday off of work, can’t you?”
“Sure. My boss is pretty nice. And I put in enough hours that taking a day off won’t really be a problem.”
“Great! Then pick me up at the airport Thursday at seven. See you later, little bro!”
As I had told Angie, getting Friday off wouldn’t be a problem. So after work on Thursday, I drove out to the airport to pick up my big sister. It had been about a year since I had seen her. I visited home about six months ago, but Angie had been on a modeling tour in Colorado. Somewhat mercurial, Angela changed her look about twice a year, so I didn’t really know what to expect.
When the passengers began disembarking at her gate, I scrutinized everyone coming off the plane to spot her. I glanced past a number of people, briefly wondering what their lives were like, when a vision of beauty caught my eye. She was almost six feet tall, with long, straight, deep purple hair. Her eyes were hidden behind a very expensive pair of sunglasses. Her calves were encased in a pair of knee-high black leather riding boots; above the knees I could see an impossible length of smooth, perfect thigh that disappeared under a very short black leather mini-skirt. Her waist was flat, tan, and bare beneath a cream silk half-shirt. Her chest swelled out proudly, just begging to be ogled. And over all was a black leather trench coat. Her face, what I could see of it behind the sunglasses, was a vision of such sublime beauty, that I wished I could just stare at it forever. That’s when it hit me.
My jaw dropped as this vision of loveliness turned my way, increased her stride, broke into a huge grin, and flung herself into my arms.
“Richard!”
She planted a soft kiss on my cheek as I stammered out, “Angie?” Grinning, she stepped back, my hands in hers, and looked me up and down. Her nose crinkled up as she took in my boring outfit.
“Richard, dearest, we’ve absolutely got to go shopping tomorrow. You need some new clothes.”
Dragging me toward baggage claim, she began talking hurriedly about her modeling career, her bastard ex-boyfriend, how our parents were doing, and a million other things that I can’t really recall. My mind was reeling at how stunningly beautiful she had become, and my surprise and slight horror at just how appreciative I was of her new look. I let her get a couple of strides ahead of me and surreptitiously adjusted my pants, hoping like hell to conceal the hard-on I had developed at seeing her. A hard-on seemingly unconcerned with the fact that this was my sister!
We went to dinner before heading to my apartment; I can’t figure out how I managed to make it through the evening, intent as I was on getting my hormones under control. Once back at my apartment, I managed to get hold of myself somewhat; at least enough to give her the short guided tour, and help her unpack. We talked into the wee hours of the morning before I finally decided to get some sleep. Grabbing some spare sheets out of the bedroom, I made up the couch to sleep on.
With a final warm, long (and could it be sensuous?) hug, Angela disappeared into my bedroom and I lay down on the couch. I couldn’t get the feel of her in my arms out of my head, nor her incredible beauty, nor her stunning body. Finally, I chalked it up to hormones raging out of control, easy enough to understand since I hadn’t had any intimate contact with anyone in well over two years. In the end, I shrugged and jacked off into my T-shirt, feeling much better afterward. Before finally falling asleep, I put the T-shirt into the hamper in the laundry room. Somewhat satisfied, I at last fell asleep.
“Happy Birthday, Richard!”
