Eager to get a move on, I stand impatiently in the hot and stuffy passenger compartment. I travel light, no briefcase, just a small messenger bag to hold my iPad, phone charger and a book for the flight and I always curse silently at the assholes who bring their over-sized and over stuffed suitcases on the damn plane when the bags clearly don't fit; we all know those douche bags. The guy who I had been sitting next to smelled as if he showered in that awful Axe body spray and even with my music at full volume, the lady across the aisle still serenaded me with her bear-like snores. I hate flying; it's always a hassle. However, my work pays me well enough to make it tolerable. Luckily, too, my trips often bring me to my sisters neck of the woods which normally meant a comfortable place to stay. Usually I would rent a car, but this time Jenny offered to pick me up; saying it would be one less hassle for me to deal with.
"Finally", I grunted as the line of jerks began to file from the airplane. Once through the jetway and in the open terminal, I hit the gas and zipped by all slow morons in my way. Five minutes later I was at baggage claim. "I hope Jenny is on time", I thought to myself. As I watched the conveyor belt rumble mindlessly around, I thought about how much I looked forward to my trips which brought me here; here to see my sister. She was quite a bit older than me, and had practically raised me. She even was the one to give me the, "birds and the bees", talk, during which, I'll shamefully admit, I had been sporting a massive boner that most of me hoped she hadn't seen. Could you blame me though? I was didn't know much about females, and here was my sister, attractive as she was, talking about tits and dicks and vaginas; come on.
I laughed out loud at the memory. Seeing my bag come around snapped me back to reality, and to a hard penis. "Shit", I looked around to see if anyone had seen the bulge in my pants, "did I really just get a hard on thinking about my sister?"
