My boyfriend, Jeremy, was a hard man to shop for. Or maybe it was just that I always put too much pressure on myself to make any special occasion perfect.
The first time we celebrated his birthday together, I spent months trying to come up with the perfect gift. I had been completely broke then, so I saved my pennies until I could afford a beautiful watch. It was a fitting symbol for the years we planned to spend together but, sadly, it broke just after the warranty ran out.
His birthday was now just around the corner, and I had worked myself up into my usual panicked frenzy, trying to find the gift that could top the last one. He always told me not to worry about it- that he would be happy just spending time together. But it was something that I couldn't help, and probably wouldn't even if I could. So, as usual when I was stuck on a particularly difficult problem, I called in my partner-in-crime and my cool-headed confidant: his sister, Tanya.
We had grown extremely close since I started dating her brother. So close, in fact, that we trusted each other in all things. In a way, I had come to see her as my own sister. We sat at the kitchen table, pitching and rejecting one idea after another.
"Well, what does he need?" Tanya asked.
"Nothing really," I admitted. He was a hard worker and had been very fortunate. He really had pretty much everything that he needed. First world problems, I supposed.
"I wish I had your problems," Tanya said, rolling her eyes. Her and her husband had fallen on very hard times lately, and they were barely making ends meet anymore. It didn't help that her husband had refused a promotion because he "didn't want the responsibility." And he was the only barely-functioning alcoholic I knew that preferred top-shelf liqueur to cheap beer.
That left Tanya to pick up the financial slack. Even then, it was only with her brother's help. Jeremy was happy to do it, of course, but I knew that it was hard on Tanya's pride to accept money from family.
Maybe it was the wine, or maybe just the mounting frustration of the birthday season, but an idea slowly fell into place. An idea that would give Tanya the money that she needed to get through the next few months, and do it in a way that wouldn't damage her pride.
"I could... pay you to fuck my boyfriend." I said it quickly, before I could come to my senses.
Tanya's eyes shot open wide. She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, not knowing how to respond. "My brother?"
"Yes. Exactly. You told me you used to mess around with him when you were younger. So why not do it again?"
"That was years ago," she said defensively. "We were young. We haven't done anything since then. Christ, what the hell's wrong with you?" She glared at me as he stood up. She turned towards the door, but she didn't move towards it.
"And you still think about it," I replied. "A lot."
I knew it was true. She didn't remember telling me, but she had revealed that little secret one night at the hospital. I had taken her to the emergency room when her appendix burst, and a healthy dose of painkillers have a way of getting the truth out of a person. She told me in great detail what she would like to do to Jeremy- how attracted she was to him and how ashamed she was of the feelings. She used the word "forbidden" more than once, which seemed both old-fashioned and endearing.
She looked at me, not comprehending. "You're drunk," she said finally, dismissing my offer. But still, she didn't leave.
I shook my head. "Maybe, but the offer still stands," I laughed. "Oh, come on; we've both seen how he looks at you when he doesn't know we're watching. Remember at the pool, when you got that new two-piece? Why do you think he disappeared for a while after you showed up? He still thinks about it, too. I know it. If he's going to be with anyone else, it should be my best friend."
"You mean his little sister."
"That too."
Tanya's jaw dropped, and she stared at me. "You're serious."
I nodded. "Absolutely."
"So what, I'm like a like a prostitute?"
"Not exactly like that. It's just something that benefits both of us. You get paid, and I get Jeremy the perfect gift. Everyone wins." Especially Jeremy, I thought with a smile. I knew that he wanted her, and I loved him as much as I loved her. It just seemed... elegant, in a way.
"But he's your boyfriend! And my brother! This is crazy." Tanya objected. I could see the interest in her eyes, but she couldn't quite bring herself to embrace it- not yet, anyway.
"So?"
"I don't know; wouldn't you be jealous?"
I smiled, slowly reeling her in. "Not even a little bit. In fact, I really like the idea. Besides, we both know he's good-looking. And, just so you know, his cock is huge, so that's a plus for you."
"I shouldn't know that!" Tanya squealed. But it was a mock objection; I could see the lust slowly starting to cloud in her eyes. "How huge?"
I measured with my hands, approximating his size. Her eyes were opened wide.
"Thick, too. I guarantee you've never been so full."
"What about my husband? What if he gets suspicious?" Almost there.
"I'm sure you can tell him something. Tell him you picked up an extra shift or something, whatever."
Tanya fell silent. I could tell that she was thinking. I could tell what she wanted.
Finally, I broke the silence. "But you need to decide, before I buy him an ugly tie or another damned photo album."
She thought, but only for a moment. I suspected that it was more to keep up the pretense of propriety more than anything else. But I was her very best friend, and knew her much better than that. "How much?" she asked finally.
I smiled. This was going to be the best birthday ever.
...
Waiting for the day was excruciating, for me and Tanya both. I kept worrying that she would change her mind as the day came closer, but if anything, she only grew more excited. It became a bonding experience for the two of us, as we planned how she would fuck my boyfriend. We even chose her outfit for the night together- a perfectly slutty one piece. I was actually a little bit surprised at how eagerly she seemed to accept the task, and hoped that would result in a memorable night for Jeremy.
And for me.
Finally, the day came. I could hardly wait; I hadn't been so excited for a birthday since I was a little girl waiting to see what was in all the carefully-wrapped boxes. But this time, I was excited to see what Jeremy thought of my gift- of his sister. I cooked his favorite dinner, gave him a slice of the cake I baked for him, then took a deep breath.
"Your present is hidden," I said cryptically. "You have to find it."
His eyes lit up, wondering what could it could possibly be. "Is it in the house?" he asked.
"Yes, but right now you're cold!" I stifled a giggle. Jeremy jumped to his feet and made his way towards the garage. "Colder!" I called after him. He turned around with a look of intense concentration, then slowly made his way through the home following my clues. By the time he made it to the closed door of the guest bedroom, he was burning hot. And so was I.
"It's in here, then?" he asked as he turned the nob.
I nodded, biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud. He had no idea what was waiting for him on the other side of that door. He pushed it open and started inside, but then stopped dead in his tracks. There, waiting for him on the bed, was his sister. She was wearing the lingerie that we had picked for the occasion, and nothing else.
"Happy birthday, big brother," she said with a smile.