Candace looked at her watch and paced nervously. It was 12:30 AM, and her cousin's red-eye flight was due in half an hour ago. Her apartment wasn't that far away, but there was still plenty of street between here and there, and for a winter night, that meant plenty of space for bad weather to influence one's driving. An agonizing eternity went by before the PA system finally crackled to life. "Ladies and gentlemen, Flight 2487 from Tobyhanna is now arriving at Gate 1." About time, Candace muttered angrily. She moved towards the glass doors and saw the plane's doors opening up. She saw a group of people disembark the aircraft, mostly older white people, but then she saw a dark silhouette moving against the white backdrop of the winter snowfall. It was her 23-year-old cousin, Dorian. He always covered up from head to toe in the cold weather, and the word 'cold' was an understatement tonight. It was Thanksgiving weekend, and it was Candace's first away from home. She had invited the whole family to come visit her from Philadelphia, and they were due to arrive early Friday morning. Dorian, however, was finished working for the weekend so he agreed to come up earlier.
The sliding glass doors opened and Dorian removed his hat and scarf. He scanned over the small group of people present before picking out his cousin.
"Hey, Candy, how have you been?" he exclaimed, setting his bag down and bear-hugging his twenty-year-old cousin.
"Good, Beau, and you?" Beau had been Dorian's nickname ever since he was a baby.
"I'm good. My platoon sergeant's been busting my balls all week about this weekend, but oh well."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, trying to get me to pull charge of quarters Friday for someone else. I told him no; I've had my pass request in for three weeks now."
Candy smiled. "Well, the good news is, you're here. I really appreciate you flying in tonight. Everyone else won't be in until Friday, and I really didn't want to be alone on Thanksgiving Day."
Dorian kissed her on the forehead. "Truth be told, neither did I."
The two exited the terminal and got into Candace's car. The wind and snow battered them all the way back to her apartment. Once they got there, Dorian quickly began shedding his clothing. He was wearing two leather jackets with a denim vest over the top, a testament to brutal Pennsylvania winters. He was left in a sweatshirt and his jeans, which he removed once Candy showed him to the guest room. He stripped down completely naked and lay down to go to sleep.
Meanwhile, Candy took a quick shower and got ready for bed. Before she lay down, however, she stopped in front on her mirror. She was a little on the thick side, standing around 5'8" and weighing about 180 pounds. She had an athletic build, with 36DD breasts and a nice, round ass. So why was she having this problem? She couldn't figure it out for the life of her, and it was making big news on campus. She was the only person in the school suffering from this condition, and it was discomforting to say the least. But the problem itself was only half the story. The real dilemma lay in the fact that there was no one she trusted enough to help her in solving her problem.
Then her thoughts turned to Dorian. He had more than likely had the same problem when he first left home, so hopefully he'd be able to give her some advice. In truth, the two were not blood relatives, but one couldn't tell that from the way they interacted with each other. Their parents (who were also childhood best friends) had raised them only two houses apart. More than that, the two were more like siblings, having been almost inseparable from the time they were babies. She looked down towards a photo frame on her dresser. It held a picture of herself, Dorian, and Candy's brother Andrew. Whenever the chance was afforded them, they spent as much time together as they could. Dorian, Candy and Andrew trusted each other completely, sometimes with things they'd never even tell their own parents. Dorian was the only person Candace trusted enough to help her in this instance, yet it somehow seemed wrong to even think about it. She tried to lay down and go to sleep, but she could not rid herself of these perverse thoughts.
