Author's notes: New Year's-themed incest erotica for the coming New Year. Because why not?
Disclaimer: The following is a piece of fiction. Fiction (in case you don't know) means it's made up, not real, a bunch of lies. The characters in the story are all fictional too, meaning they don't exist. While non-existent, if they existed and had an age they would be over 18.
When pressed, Colin would admit the existence of days which are even worse to be born on than January 1st.
December 25th, for instance, or even December 24th. If you're born on one of those there is simply no way you'll get nearly as many gifts on your birthday as you would if it didn't exactly overlap with the Christmas holiday. Even if your parents tried to be fair about it, if you had siblings they'd all complain if you got more presents "for Christmas" than they did, and before long Mom and Dad will get tired of explaining the reason for it over and over again to their other offspring and take the easy way out. Sure, you'll get an extra "birthday" present or two as way to commemorate the event, but probably not more than that.
Not to mention that any birthday party on Christmas Day or Eve is going to directly compete with a major family holiday. You'll probably never get a big bash with lots of friends. For one thing, those friends need to be with their own families for the holiday. Meanwhile your family will either be busy with preparations to host visitors or will be getting ready to go to whichever family member is doing Christmas dinner that year. So Christmas has definitely got to be the shittiest possible day for your birthday.
Having allowed for this, Colin felt comfortable in asserting that his own birthday on the first day of the year easily wins the silver medal in the "how bad the date of your birth sucks" Olympics. For one thing there was always a competing party the night before on New Year's Eve, one at which the grownups all stayed up real late and often got drunk. Meaning your parents were usually at least a little hung-over the next day and not at all happy about the idea of holding a party where a bunch of screaming sugar-rushed kids would be running around the place. In addition January 1 was close enough to Christmas (exactly a week, every time) that there was still going to be a definite decrease in the number and/or expense of the birthday presents you got. In Colin's case his parents typically gave him mostly the boring useful items ("Look, a nice new sweater and mittens!") for Christmas and held out the best stuff for his birthday, which admittedly made his birthday more exciting but still sucked in the long run.
Another thing that was sort of weird (and frequently sucked) was that Colin was always the same age all year long, whereas every one of his friends would "age up" at some point during the year. For example there was the year he was twelve the entire year while every one of his friends either became thirteen (and thus "teenagers" meaning they were officially cooler than him) or were already thirteen when the year started and turned fourteen! He remembers that fiasco quite vividly.
The same thing happened this year, too, and if anything it was worse than being twelve. This past year was Colin's year for being age twenty. A good enough age in most ways if it weren't for the fact that most of his friends and classmates turned twenty-one at some point, meaning they could finally legally go to bars, buy alcohol in stores, and not have to worry about getting caught drinking at parties.
It wasn't that Colin was a lush or something, nor could he say that he never got to drink booze at all. He frequently (illicitly) drank beer with his buddies, and had his fair share of the "secretly" spiked punch at various college parties. He'd been through a couple fake IDs which had gotten him into clubs and bars before each one was eventually confiscated by a bouncer or bartender who was serious about checking such things. And he'd had more than enough mornings embracing the porcelain throne and regretting what he'd done the night before to think that drinking alcohol was all gain and no pain.
None of that was the point. The point was that he couldn't reliably hang with his friends when he was underage and they weren't, and it had put stress on certain relationships. In particular Colin's relationship with his girlfriend, Tamara. Or he should say, his ex-girlfriend.
He'd thought Tamara was the one. They'd been great together: Shared interests, mutual friends, good in bed. They'd started talking about the future.
Then on November 2nd Tamara turned 21. Naturally her girlfriends took her out drinking. She'd wanted Colin to go along, but the places they were going were 21 and up only and he was between fake IDs at that moment, so he gave his regrets. That night Tamara had gotten wasted, met a cute guy, and let him screw her.
She felt horribly guilty about it afterward and soon confessed to Colin. He'd told her he forgave her (and he definitely tried to) but it was the start of a disconnect in the relationship, one that only got worse despite both their efforts to address it.
They'd broken up for good on December 21st, right before winter break. Colin had wanted to keep on trying to revive what they'd had, it was Tamara who called it. She said it just wasn't working, that it felt to her like Colin was sullen and holding a grudge. Also that his attitude about her lapse made her irritable in turn and she no longer felt happy when he was around.
The worst part for Colin was when she told him it had probably been a mistake all along, that they clearly weren't meant for one another. She'd put it in a way that made it impossible for Colin to argue any more, and that was that..
In the end it the whole thing became another horrible experience which Colin blamed on being born on New Year's Day.
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Colin came home that Christmas to an empty house. His older sister (his only sibling) had married and moved to the West Coast three years back, and she'd given birth to her first child just two months ago. Rather than make her travel with the baby, their parents had flown off to spend Christmas with her and the new grandchild.
A few of Colin's old friends from high school were around, like him back home on winter break. He hung out with them a bit, but discovered the couple years they'd spent apart meant they were no longer as close as they'd once been. They'd all gone in different directions in terms of their interests and goals, and once they got past rehashing the fun things they'd done in high school they didn't seem to have much to talk about.
Colin even tried looking up Wendy, the girl he'd taken to senior prom, only to find out she had a fiancé and wedding plans in the imminent future. Another flop.
So mostly Colin hung around his family's home and moped. It was hard not to. No Christmas morning with his family this year, no party with his friends for his birthday to look forward to. And of course he was still trying to get over Tamara without a lot of success.
On Christmas Eve Colin went to his grandparent's (on his Mom's side) house for dinner. This was the long-held family tradition and he couldn't really have gotten out of even if he'd had something better to do. It was pretty quiet, just his grandparents, Uncle Sean and his wife and kids, and his Aunt Kate with her husband Tim and their toddler. His own parents weren't there of course, and the more remote cousins were all off doing something else this year.
Because of this he ended up talking to Aunt Kate much more than usual. Kate was the youngest in the family, a good ten years younger than his Mom meaning she was only twelve years older than Colin. He'd always thought of Kate as his "crazy" aunt. Not because she had an actual mental illness, or that she believed she had ESP and could "sense" the ghosts from long-dead relatives (that would be his Aunt Rachel on Dad's side). It was more because Kate was the aunt who was always telling weird jokes and stories, or yakking about the impulsive new thing or hobby she'd tried recently, or suddenly coming up with odd plans.
For example there was the time his parents threw a party the weekend before Christmas since it was on a Wednesday that year and Kate tried to get the entire family to dress up like characters from Dicken's "Christmas Carol" using stuff they had around the house and then go out caroling around the neighborhood. The plan didn't go anywhere due to resistance on the part of the other adults, though at age ten Colin had thought it was cool limping around with his junior hockey stick as crutch, pretending to be Tiny Tim and yelling, "God bless us every one!" Everybody thought of Aunt Kate as the wacky one in the family.
Anyway, Kate soon inveigled Colin's history since they'd last seen each other out of him, including all the gory details about Tamara.
"Oh, honey, that really sucks," she said when he'd laid out his tale of woe. Which lined up pretty accurately with Colin's assessment, so he wasn't about to argue. "Are you doing okay?"
Colin shrugged. "Sure."
She looked at him doubtfully. "You don't sound like it. I know your parents are away, what have you been doing since you got here?"
"Not much, I guess. Just relaxing."
"Not going out with friends?"
"Yeah, some of the time. They're kind of busy, and, well, things. I don't know, I guess when we split up after high school ended we all kind of went our separate ways."
"What about Danny, um, Goldstein? I remember you two being thick as thieves at one point."
"He's on a trip with his parents, they always go someplace after Hanukkah." Colin sighed. "I'm okay, Aunt Kate, really. I just need to work through this thing on my own."
