A/N: This is a work of fiction and has never happened to me before. Please do not be offended!
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When I was younger, I hated the holidays. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't always grumpy. It was just sitting around talking to family members, whom I always forgot their names, about how school was or if I was excited about Christmas.
But there was only one person I could stay up late with and watch Christmas movies with, and that was Tom. The both of us were somewhat rebels growing up. On weekends he would come up just to see me, and I loved spending time with him. Despite our 4-year age difference, we were inseparable.
As we got older, I started to see him less and less. The last time I ever saw him was at my fourteenth birthday party.
He had joined a few of his friends and started a band, and they were always called out to tour.
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It had been about four years when that wonderful weekend arrived. The family decided to meet at my grandpa's house for the weekend and I didn't feel like going. My mother understood when I told her about being bored the whole time, so she decided that she would come and pick me up Christmas day.
It was Friday morning when she left across town. I woke up around eight and did my daily morning routine. A nice shower, peach tea, and the morning news all in one hour! Around nine I noticed a blue Dodge truck appear in the driveway through the window. Scared, I jumped up and ran into the kitchen and hid. Now, me being an eighteen year old in a neighborhood full of old men and gunshots every once in a while I was pretty freaked out. I heard a loud knock the peeked from behind the fridge. Through the stained glass at the top of the door I saw a thin figure with, what looked like, long hair. I went ahead and opened the door cautiously.
"JUTURUNA!" The strange boy shouted with joy and hugged me. "My goodness! Look at you!"
Good god was I scared.
"Uhh...h...Hi?" I stammered out in his death hold.
"Oh why you, its me! Tommy!" He said with such a wild smile on his face.
I didn't think anyone could change drastically in four years. That last time I saw him he had short but choppy dark brown hair and was 5'5". Now there he was way taller than I, Me standing at 5'2 and him up to about 5'8" or so, with past the shoulder length, soft wavy black hair. His pale blue eyes were filled with glee like so on Christmas morning. He had a pair of fitted, boot cut black jeans, and a gray sweatshirt. His thin looking figures shivering in the winter air.
"Well, come in it's cold out!" I said catching my breath.
He had a black messenger bag with a white shirt peeking through a hole at the bottom.
"I'm sorry if I scared you dear. Just that I haven't seen you in a while."
"Oh, I didn't even know it was you, you've changed!" I said shutting the door.
"Yea, well, me and the guys got an official record deal, so I've got until February to rest." he set his bag next to the stairs.
"Oh great!" I smiled. "And you came just to see...me?" my smile turned into a faint, unsure smirk and I finally noticed myself in the mirror.
My thin, pale, but slightly curvy figure was covered with a silk plaid red, white, and green nightgown that luckily looked more like a dress since it came down to the top of my knee. My long dark brown wavy hair looked all messed up. My perky 36 B cup breasts jiggled and bounced braless as I briskly walked away.
"Well...I was going to go see what everyone was up to at grandpa's but your mom called me and said you were home alone."
"Oh great, she thinks I need a babysitter!?"
"He he, ah, I couldn't refuse. I was hoping to catch up with you and all."
He walked to the couch and before he sat down he decided to take off his sweatshirt. As he slipped out of it, his blue shirt stuck to the sweater a good bit revealing his skinny frame. Yet he had not so subtle abs that made me loose my balance for staring. I grabbed hold of the stair railing and got a hold of myself as he adjusted his shirt and sat down not noticing me.
"Well. Thanks for swinging by. Is it too hot for you or something? I can turn the AC on if you like."
"Nah, it feels good." He looked over to see me still holding the railing lightly. "Juturuna, are you okay?"
"Yes! I'm fine! I almost tripped over your bag." I lied.
"Oh...yea! I hope you don't mind me staying until Sunday. I figured I could take you to grandpa's instead."
"Aww...I mean that's great!"
I walked into the kitchen to grab some water. I felt a different kind of warmth between my legs and realized that I was...falling for my cousin!? I then realized that this would be a hard weekend.
The rest of the day was spent watching A Christmas Story and talking about our lives. His girlfriend, same with my boyfriend, and how excited he was about this weekend dumped turns out he recently.
"So you want to go get something to eat? I'm starving!" He said placing his hand on his stomach and rubbing it.
"No, its too nice of a night to go out. There's fish sticks in the fridge, it wont take too long to bake them." I said
"Even better!"
We left to the kitchen and started preparing for our simple dinner. He turned the oven on and I put the sticks of the platter. I put them in the oven and turned around to see my cousin looking down as he leaned on the counter.
"Tom?" I said wearily.
