Can there be a better holiday than Christmas? Schools are closed. Most people are off work. And you get presents. Then there's the food. But for me, the presents were always the thing.
I'm twenty now and have, for a few years, had to accept the fact that some people are going to buy me clothes because they have no clue what music I listen to or what video games I play. But that's OK. Sometimes clothes are cool, too.
In fact, clothes indirectly led to the best Christmas present I ever had.
Last year I got home from college the week before Christmas and settled in for a relaxing couple of weeks at home before I had to return to school. My brother, Jim, was also home. He's twenty-two and in grad school.
We get along great. Always have. He'd make fun of me when we were growing up, but at the same time he always protected me and even lied for me if he had to just to keep me out of trouble with our parents.
When I was sixteen and he was old enough to go places I couldn't, I was jealous. Of course, I always hated his girlfriends. He's getting pretty serious with a girl now, but they aren't engaged. Yet. I know I'll just hate it when they get married. He's mine.
When I date, it's usually no coincidence that it's a guy who reminds me of Jim. Tall, thin, smart and kind to me. The problem last year was: I wasn't dating anybody at Christmas and might have been feeling a little sorry for myself.
We went out a couple times just to get food and something to drink. Maybe it was more just to get away from our parents. But I appreciated the fact he would spend time with me.
And he still seemed to like me. It felt good when he put his arm around me or kissed me on the cheek. More than once I masturbated with him on my mind, although it had been a few years since I'd accidentally seen him naked. I suppose I exaggerated his appearance in my daydreams, but I didn't care.
We have a tradition in our family of opening one present each on Christmas Eve and then the rest on Christmas Day. So we waited for Jim to get back from a party at a friend's house and then gathered around the Christmas tree.
I never opened the absolute largest gift early, saving that for the morning. This time I reached for a rectangular present that almost certainly had to be clothes. I figured I'd get it out of the way early and save the good stuff for Christmas Day.
That's when I noticed it was from Jim. As I was taking off the wrapping paper I was trying to remember the last time he had ever bought me something to wear. I couldn't ever remember it happening.
I opened the box and lifted the tissue paper inside. I saw Jim watching me, even though he was opening his own present at the same time. Under the thin tissue paper was a piece of soft, pink silk. I lifted it by the straps and saw that it was a short, silk camisole.
It really was beautiful, with a low cut neck and lace across the top.
"Oh, wow," I said as I hung it in front of me, holding the bottom flat against my stomach.
Everybody looked and my Dad gave a long whistle of approval.
"Wow is right," Mom said. "Who's that from?"
"Jim. Thanks," I said, turning towards him.
"I'm very jealous of the guy who will get to see you in that," he said. "I hope it's the right size. Take it back if you want."
"Never," I said. "I love it."
By now, everybody had opened their one gift and was looking at what everybody else had received. I folded the camisole and gently put it back in the box, feeling the silk on my fingers. I couldn't wait to try it on.
I always found it hard to buy stuff for Jim and I'm sure it was the same with him for me. But he had outdone himself this time and I knew I was going to love wearing his present. All I needed was a guy.
An hour or so later we were about ready for bed. I took my box with the camisole and headed upstairs. Jim and I had rooms upstairs, while our parents had a master bedroom on the first floor. I had always liked this arrangement, especially when I was the only one home and didn't have to share the bathroom with Jim.
Once in my bedroom, I pulled off my sweatshirt and jeans. I looked at the box on the bed, but decided not to try on the present just yet. Instead, I walked across the hall to the bathroom and closed the door.
I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my shoulder length brown hair a couple times. I wasn't real tired and decided to take advantage of the big bathtub, a luxury we didn't have at school.
As it was filling, I removed my underwear. I imagined the camisole hanging over my breasts, the lace covering just the lower half of them. I wondered if the day would come that any guy would ever want me. Before getting totally depressed, I sat in the hot water and leaned against the back of the tub.
About ten minutes later, I was considering getting out when the bathroom door opened. I turned my head and instinctively put my arms across my chest. One hand held a washcloth and it barely concealed a breast from my stunned brother's view.
"Oh, geez. I'm sorry," he stammered, and started to leave.
"No. Wait. It's alright," I answered quickly, giggling at the same time. I pulled my leg up and over the other one to cover myself a little better. "If you just have to pee, go ahead. I've seen worse."
I hadn't really, but was feeling a little excited about showing him this much of my body. He had on boxers and looked better without a shirt on than I had remembered. I reached for the shower curtain and pulled it so that I could not see him any more, although most of my legs must have still been visible.
"Here. I won't look," I said.
"I don't believe this. You're perverted," Jim said sarcastically.
I heard him close the door and walk to the toilet, followed quickly by the distinct sound of a man peeing. I wished I could see him and put my hand on the edge of the curtain.
"Don't even think about it," he said.
I laughed. "What are you doing looking over here? You're going to miss."
"I've done this before," he answered.
I thought about that for a minute, not knowing if he meant peed before or peed while watching a girl in the bathtub.
When he was done, but before he could escape, I said, "Hey, come over to my room in about ten minutes. I have something I want to show you."
He said, "OK" and punched the curtain in toward me. "Nice legs," he said, and the door closed behind him.
I hurriedly stepped out of the tub, dried off and brushed my hair one last time. I wrapped a towel around me and went back to my room. His bedroom door was open, but Jim was not in sight. I closed my door and threw the towel in the hamper.
I stood naked by the bed, staring down at my present. I lifted the camisole out of the box before carefully placing it over my head. The soft material fell over my shoulders and down my body. My arms rose to catch the straps and the camisole hung in place.
I looked down at my breasts and the lace that only just covered their tips. I looked in the mirror and caught a side view of my body. Even I was impressed with the manner in which the camisole highlighted my breasts, until now not my favorite part of my body. Below the bottom of the silky material my hips and ass shimmered in the room's light.
