When my Mom married Jim I was eight years old, and Jim's daughter, Denise, was eleven. Even at eight I took knew that this girl would grow up to be an unbelievable babe. Her father died two years after he married my Mom and she found herself all sort of hobbies to ease the pain.
Shortly afterward she found modeling; it was the one thing she got obsessed with. She would model for herself in her room for hours on end. I found karate and studied that all the way through till high school. Denise did in fact grow to be gorgeous beyond belief. I spent most of my early teens spanking it to images of her. By that time I had found her portfolio of all the pictures she had taken of herself over the years, and found myself plenty of bikini and underwear modeling shots.
Denise and I were close, but not close like a brother and sister would be close. More like good friends, and it was that reason that allowed me to masturbate to her pictures.
Denise got her big break in the second semester of her senior year in high school. She got picked up by a talent agent for Guess, and The Gap, and in no time she was packed up and living in L.A. She became successful too, my Mom would cry when Denise's commercials come on or one of her ads appeared in Cosmo.
As the years pasted without a visit from Denise, my young teen aged obsession moved on to other things, namely Britney Spears and Eliza Dushku. Anyway I had just graduated when my Mom received a letter saying that Denise was going to come home to visit for the summertime. She was coming the day after my eighteenth birthday.
Needless to say my Mom was excited, but I really didn't care. I mean the only time I saw her had been on a billboard or a commercial the last three years. Why the hell was she even bothering to come home?
The day she was coming, I woke early to start to look for a summer job before I began college the following spring. I wasn't going to go to school during the Fall semester because frankly I'd spent the last 12 years running going to school and to me that earned a bit of a break. So I was taking an extra semester off.
Anyway I was browsing through some retail positions when my Mom walked into the room all dressed up, jiggling her car keys. "Hey Matt, are you coming with me to pick up Denise?" She asked.
I half-glanced up from my paper. "Nope." I said simply.
"You don't want to see your sister?" Mom asked. "I bet she has a birthday gift for you."
"Don't care." I said.
"You don't need to be an asshole Matthew. You better start acting nice, she is your sister." Mom told me.
"She's my step-sister and why should I care? She hasn't so much as called in three years." I asked.
"She's been busy with her career. You should be happy that your sister has managed to be so successful." Mom said.
I looked up. "I'll be sure to congratulate her on being pretty."
"You know what? You'd better watch your mouth I don't want you being pissed at her for just because you're jealous." My mom stomped out of the room before I could reply.
They didn't get home until well after dark that night. I figured they went shopping or to a movie and dinner or something. I was getting ready for bed when I heard them come in and I figured that if I at least pretended to be asleep I could avoid my sister until the morning.
No such luck, though. I heard her footsteps come running up the stairs before I finished brushing my teeth. I stepped into the hallway as she reached the top with a huge grin on her face. She never slowed down her pace though as she ran at me. I spun to run to my room but she tackled me with all her might knocking me down to the floor and landed on top of my back.
"HI, Matt!" She cheered, rubbing my head. "Hey you let you hair get long. You going for a rock star look these days?"
I groaned, "Get off me Denise."
"Oh, what happened to Mr. Karate expert?" Denise teased.
"You going to start giving me shit the second you get home?" I asked from the floor.
"What's up your ass?"
I violently flipped her over onto her back and sat on her waist. I got my first look at her then and my breath caught in my throat. I had seen her pictures but nothing compared to the real thing. Her long chestnut brown hair flowed over her shoulders even on her back, her light blue eyes and full lips gave her an exotic yet sexy look that could steal a man's soul.
I shook off my shock and sneered at her. "You disappear for three years and wonder why I'm upset? God Denise, you never even called."
Denise frowned. "I'm sorry, but life has been crazy since I left. With everything between one shoot to the next and moving around L.A. so much, I just never thought about calling. Then one day it hit me and I said I would take the summer off and come home to visit you and Mom."
I frowned and climbed off of her. She sat up slowly, "I'm sorry about everything. I never knew you were so upset about it."
I felt that pang of sorrow you get when you both very happy to see someone and yet very mad at them. Happy and mad together make sad, that's the formula, write it down. "Well, you ARE my sister Denise. I would have liked to have known how you were. I'm sorry I got so mad."
Denise stood and hugged me, I could feel her large firm breasts press against my chest. The feeling of her mounds pressed against me brought all the images of her I used to use to masturbate. I swallowed hard and fought back my suddenly stirring erection.
"Matt, I am sorry I didn't mean to leave you and mom in the dark like that really I didn't." She pulled back and smiled. "Hey you had a birthday yesterday right? What's say you and I go out to the mall tomorrow and I'll get you some make-up gifts?"
"I uh, I guess that sounds good." I said.
She clapped and grabbed my shoulders to kiss my cheek. "Ha, great. We'll make a day out of it." She turned and bounced happily down the hall.
I stared down the empty hallway. I had known Denise a long time and somehow I always could tell when she was hiding something or was full of shit. And all of a sudden, I had the feeling she was doing both. She was here for some other reason, and I had a feeling I would be able to find out.
* * * *
We borrowed Mom's car for our day at the mall. She had been happy to hand me the keys knowing I was going with Denise. She wanted me and her to get along and any sign showing I was getting along fine with my sister was fine with her.
I had to drive because Denise hadn't been around in three years and didn't remember her way around anymore. The mall had nearly doubled in the last three years and Denise let out a low whistle as we pulled into the parking lot and she caught sight of how the large building now wrapped itself around in a giant U shape.
"This place sure got bigger." Denise said.
"A lot happens in three years." I said as I found a parking spot nearby the East entrance to the mall which had all my favorite stores in it, including the Game Mania, and the Walbooks. I was kind of a gaming freak, but only during my down time.
I was actually hoping to get a PS3, but they were too expensive for my Mom at $599 for the 60Gig version. I thought it was worth it though, which was kind of the biggest reason for me trying to get a job. My college had already been covered by a scholarship so all the money I made at work would allow me to save up for my game system.
As we walked into the cool air conditioned building Denise asked. "So what do you want for your birthday? And don't feel shy about asking me for more than one thing. I missed a lot of birthday's and Christmases." She smiled at me and winked.
"Well, I don't really have anything reasonable to ask for." I said.
