It was a dreadful storm. The fierce, howling winds had already taken down a limb of an old beech tree in front of my house. It laid across my front lawn like a dead soldier. The rain was pelting down, lashing against the windows and bouncing off of the pavement on Bellevue Road running by my house. It was the worst storm in years. We were getting pommeled by the tail-end of Hurricane Cathy -- hard. It was also coinciding with my thirtieth birthday.
It was only a quarter past four that afternoon, but with the sky filled with billowing dark clouds blocking out the sun it seemed much later. I peered out of the kitchen window for about the tenth time. When I saw the flicker of car headlights in the driveway I watched in near disbelief as the black Audi moved up the driveway.
"You're insane to be out in this weather," I shouted above the howling wind as I opened the door.
"I told you I'd be over. You only have a birthday once a year and I'm not going to miss it," my sister called out as she dashed from the car.
Sara ran up the porch steps and scurried past me. Her auburn hair was drenched and hung limp over her shoulders. She was wearing a navy blue nylon jacket, which was also soaking wet.
Sara walked towards the kitchen table. In her hands was a birthday cake, encased in a clear plastic case. The cake was coated with white frosting, with blue trim around the circumference. Written in red frosting on the top of the cake was
Happy Birthday, Chaz!
. Over her shoulder hung the thin strap of her purse. Dangling from her slender left wrist was a white plastic bag, which obviously contained something. She dropped it and her purse on to the table.
"Happy birthday, little brother." Sara's bright blue eyes met mine as she turned from the kitchen table.
"Thanks, Sara, but I never really expected you to come out during this storm; it's not safe," I said.
"You think I'd miss my little brother's birthday? It's not every day you turn thirty." she shot back. "Brad would have come over, but he said that it wasn't safe to bring Jacob out, so he's at home with him."
At least my brother-in-law knew better than go out in this storm; especially with their four year-old son. I appreciated the effort my sister had made to acknowledge my birthday, but I feared that she had put herself in danger by going out during the height of the storm.
Sara was thirty-three. She was my big sister and always would be -- something she would never let me forget. She relished playing the role of my older, wiser sister, and never failed to forget one of my birthdays. Whether I was in college, or she was doing her Master's degree in Social Work hundreds of miles away, Sara never let one of my birthdays pass by without acknowledging it. Us being the only children in the family meant that Sara's attention and doting did not have to be divided amongst other siblings, which was something I reveled in at times.
"Happy Birthday, Chaz." Sara leaned towards me and kissed my cheek. Her full lips were wet from the rain, but also very soft.
I felt myself blush as I cast my eyes over my sister. She looked lovely. No. She was much more than that. She looked sexy. Desirable. Any man who saw her would have felt the same, but being her brother I felt a pang of compunction as I felt my cock stir at the sight of her. Those were familiar feelings and ones I had grappled with for years.
Sara had taken her rain-soaked nylon windbreaker off and hung it on the coat tree in the corner. Now she looked even alluring. She was wearing a white blouse and a short burgundy skirt made of stretchy, knit material. It barely covered her knees and clung to the curves of her hips and ass. Both were firm and made me wish I could run my hands over them and give them a squeeze. It was my birthday after all. Perhaps she would allow me that one discretion, I fantasized.
My sister's blouse had a scooped neck. The row of white buttons began several inches below her upper chest, which was left exposed by the low neckline of the blouse. As Sara bent over to retrieve her birthday gift to me from the plastic bag I could see her delicate collar bones and bra strap. It was thin and white. I wondered what the rest of her bra looked like.
Sara was slim -- maybe about a hundred and ten pounds or so. No one would ever describe her as "stacked", or consider her buxom, but her breasts were still significantly more than a handful. I knew this based on the perhaps hundreds of times that I had appraised them through her tight blouses, tops and dresses over the years. There were even times that I was fortunate enough to catch glimpses of them down the front of her blouse or dress as she leaned over. Although her magnificent globes were most often held within a bra during the times that my wandering eyes moved down towards them, I could nonetheless tell that my older sister had near perfect breasts that my sweaty palms would not be able to fully hold with ease.
It wasn't just my sister's breasts that made her pretty, attractive or arousing though. She had long, lean legs that were muscled from years of jogging. Her exercise regimen had kept her body in good shape, even after giving birth to Jacob. That, coupled with her bright sapphire eyes and comely smile, ensured that she caught the attention of every man within eyesight of her, including me. For years I was well aware of just how sexy Sara was. It's not something I'm proud of. My carnal thoughts for my sister were something I had wrestled with for close to fifteen years. For a long time I fought my emotions, then realized it was a losing battle. Ultimately I settled for rationalizing that I would never be able to act upon my feelings and that they were a private matter, so I was harming no one with my forbidden lust for my older sister.
Sara pulled a box from the white plastic bag. The box was wrapped in dark blue tissue paper. Tied around it was a white ribbon. A blue bow was affixed to one corner. She presented me with the gift, beaming a smile at me.
"Happy Birthday!" Sara's voice was full of excitement and a tinge of apprehension. She always worried needlessly that I would like what she had chosen as a gift for me on birthdays and Christmas. The truth of the matter was that her taste in gifts was always perfect.
I sat down on a chair at the table and gave the box a shake. I heard nothing ratting inside. Sara laughed as she watched me. Wanting to prolong the process, I carefully tore the bow from the perfectly wrapped gift and placed it on the table. As I was removing the white ribbon from the box the sound of Sara's cell phone ringing in her purse interrupted me.
"That's probably, Brad," she said. "Wait till I'm finished with this before you finish unwrapping it."
I sat with my gift on my lap, looking up at my sister while she spoke into the phone. As she had predicted, it was her husband calling, or at least I surmised as much based on the snippets of her conversation I overheard. Once the conversation ended she placed the phone on the table and gave me an apologetic look.
"That was Brad, alright. He said that he heard on the radio that they've declared a state of emergency up in Cedar Falls. The police are telling people to stay off of the roads, unless it's an emergency. He said I should stay here the rest of the night till the hurricane passes. Sorry."
Sara's eyes met mine with a regretful look. It crushed me because the thought of having her spend the night, especially on my birthday, excited and gladdened me, but if she did not feel likewise, or dreaded it, I did not want her to have to endure being storm-stayed with me.
"Well, maybe it's not that bad out. You still might be able to make it home, if you drive carefully," I told her.
"Maybe, but it's not that," she said. "I just don't want to be an inconvenience, or mess up your birthday by hanging around."
I let out a loud laugh at the irony of her comment. "Mess up my birthday? Do you think I had plans? Geez, Sara, you're the only one who even remembered it was my birthday, besides mom and dad. I just feel bad that you're stuck here is all."
Sara stepped over to me. I felt her knees rub against my right thigh. She leaned over and threw her arms around my shoulders. Her soft cheek brushed over mine as she hugged me. Her silky golden-brown hair tickled my neck and face. The scent of her musky perfume filled my nostrils and fed my arousal. I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, relishing the sensations.
