John was alone for the holidays. His mother and stepfather left for South America to ride out the Chicago weather they would have otherwise been exposed to. Winter in Chicago was one of the cruelest in the country, temperatures dropped below zero and snow piled up to 7 inches a night. John was nineteen and lived in an apartment downtown.
There was a week left until Christmas and all his friends were spending the holiday with their families leaving John with no plans for the 25th of December. He sat in his recliner watching movies and cursing his mother for remarrying and abandoning him. As he sat there and pitied himself his phone rang.
“Hello?” He answered.
“Hey!” The familiar cheery voice of his sister responded.
‘Oh hey, what’s up?” John hadn’t spoken to his sister in weeks, she lived an hour away in the northern suburbs. She was twenty-five and recently married to some guy named Greg.
“I wanted to ask what you were doing for the Christmas?” She said.
“Nothing really.” John said.
“Oh my god! You had no plans and you didn’t call me! You are gonna come spend it with me and your family mister!” She said in her familiar bossy tone.
“Oh really.” John chuckled.
“Yes and better yet you get your butt over here today so you can spend the week with us.” She said. “The guest room is already cleaned and double cleaned so you get over here!” She said.
“Fine, I’ll be there by nine.” John said.
“Okay I love you bye.” She said.
“Yea me too bye.” John said hanging up the phone.
Within the hour Jack packed his duffel bag with enough clothes to last him three days but he would try to stretch them out to last the week. He waved down a taxi and made the trip to his sister’s house. Along the way he thought about his sister. She had always been protective of him growing up and they were very close. However after she got married two years ago she started calling him less and less until they were down to only calling each other once a month.
“Baby Brother!” Julie screeched as she clenched her arms tightly around her brother’s neck. ‘Oh my god you grew a few inches!” She said kissing him on the cheek repeatedly.
“Yeah.” He said. ‘You grew too.’ He thought, noticing her breasts had become much larger since he last saw her. She showed him inside and took off his coat. John sat down in the living room while his sister paid the taxi.
He watched her from his seat. She was beautiful, 5’5, 115 lbs, had a girl next door type of face, she was light skinned, had shoulder length light brown hair, brown eyes, a round bottom, and 34D sized breasts.
“How have you been? How’s mom? Have you seen Aunt Sophie?” Julie asked when she entered the living room.
“Uhh…” John was overwhelmed by the questions.
“Oh my god. I’m sorry you’re probably exhausted.” She stopped herself. “I’ll start a fire!”
Julie walked over to the fireplace and bent down. John’s eyes were drawn to her sweater rising up, revealing a light blue thong peeking out of her jeans. John’s dick was growing into a noticeable bulge in his pants.
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