On Christmas morning at 7am Tom had been awake for a bit and so decided to finally get up. Tom had recently turned twenty, home for the Christmas holidays after being away for over two years. Amy, his eighteen-year-old sister was also awake, sitting up in her own bed in her own reading a teen magazine. Their parents would most likely not be up for hours still. They had been at out at a Christmas Eve office party, and then up late getting all the presents ready for Christmas morning. Even though they were now in their late teens, Tom and Amy still got excited on Christmas morning, and Tom had missed the last couple of Christmas' with his family.
Tom, in just the boxers he wore to bed, headed for the bathroom down the hall. As he headed past Amy's room, he could see her light was on. On his way back from the bathroom he tapped lightly on her door.
"That you Tom?" Amy quietly asked.
"Yeah sis, you up? I saw your light on. Can I come in?"
Amy was sitting up in her old long nightshirt propped against the back wall, magazine in hand. She pulled the sheet up to her waist as he entered. The room was quite warm.
"They still haven't fixed the heat in this room?" Tom remarked.
Her room was always overheated, something to do with having a strong vent in a small room. Because of that she slept in very light pajamas or light nightshirt.
"I'm used to it," Amy scrunched her knees up to give Tom room to sit on the bed next to her. She put her magazine on her bed stand, and the sheet slipped down as she did.
Tom caught a glimpse of her panties as she propped her knees up, and almost blushed, feeling a little naughty seeing them. Then he noticed her dildo sitting on the bed stand feeling even more awkward. He turned, hiding his blush, as if looking at something else, feeling even weirder, not being able to help imagining her using it. He had found himself noticing Amy more then he had in the past anyway. When he had left home she was fifteen, quite pudgy, and was just just starting to develop. Now she had lost all that baby fat and had a quite shapely figure. Her breasts were a firm C cup. She had let her blonde wavy hair grow halfway down her back.
Amy had also realized that her dildo was sitting out, but also realized that doing anything about it now would only draw more attention to it. However, despite the slight awkwardness of the situation, it was nice to have her brother back. She realized she had missed him. Even though they had not been close for a long time, it seemed now that they were both older, they could relate again. Of course, he had become so worldly, at least in her eyes, having been on his own, traveling to foreign countries for over a year, and she was still in high school and had barely ever been out of state. Yet even she had matured, and not just physically. She had grown out of her baby ways, now a senior in high school. She was coming out of the timid shell she had been in, even if slowly. She finally felt she was good at something with her dance classes, giving her more self-confidence.
Tom recovered himself, "It's still the same, we get up early, sit around waiting and they finally get up at like ten," Tom laughed, "I guess things never change." He patted her on the knee, then propped his own knees up folding his hands across them.
Instead of going to college, Tom had decided to "see the world." Mom and dad would have preferred he had gone straight to college. While they did not try to stop him, they made it clear that if he was not going to college he was on my own financially. Tom had saved up a little money during high school. He had worked part time and got odd jobs after school and in the summers. He had always been pretty resourceful.
After high school he went down to Mexico and then Central America, working now and then tutoring English, or even doing physical labor on small farms, but mostly traveling, getting to see out-of-the-way places, having adventures. Unlike his dreams, none of them turned out to be romantic, or even sexual, but still he had an exciting time, and grew up in many ways, learning to be on his own, earn his own living, and find his way around the world.
Tom had always been kind of a do his own thing guy anyway. He got along with people easily, but was just as happy by himself. He did well enough in school, but was never part of a single clique. He played sports, and was considered one of the better soccer players, and was a starter on the basketball team, though not a star. He did well in classes, and the teachers liked him. While accepted among the "smart kids," he did not just hang out with them. He smoked pot regularly and even did some other drugs on occasion; but was not really a stoner or druggie either, not with all the sports, schoolwork, and after school jobs. He was kind of on the periphery of a lot of groups.
Amy usually just had one or two close girl friends, but they changed every year or couple of years. Her current ones were away for vacation. She did well enough at school but had to work at it. Having been overweight and on the shy side, she was on the outside of the cliques.
When they were little, Amy and Tom had been close. They shared a room until Amy was eight and Tom ten. They played together and shared everything, often talking at night about their feelings and their days' activities before falling asleep. Back then they didn't think anything of being naked, changing in front of each other. They had their own bathroom, and didn't bother to close the door or worry about using it together. However, by the time Tom was turning ten, he was starting to notice her nudity, even if she was a pudgy eight-year-old. He did not let on of course.
However, his parents were thinking the same thing about them sharing a room at that age, having saved up enough to move to a newer larger house. They moved to a roomy three bedroom, two-and-a-half bath modern home in a suburban development. Tom started middle school, and they no longer had their bedtime chats. Amy got more into girl things as Tom got into boy things, and while they still had to share a bathroom, it was not at the same time.
About a year and a half before Tom came home from his adventures, Amy took a dance class at school. She found she liked it, and soon got very involved in dance. She also started to pay attention to what she ate, as there was pressure to be in good shape. Within a few months she was going to dance class almost every afternoon, and often practicing on weekends too. She quickly lost weight, and her body toned up. And she also became aware of her body, learning to feel it, use it, be consciously in it. However, it was almost all girls in the dance classes, (and she suspected that most of the boys in dance were gay) and with being busy, not used to being pretty, and still naturally shy, she did not have any boyfriends or even dates.
Amy and Tom sat in silence for a while, not sure what to say, each was thinking their own thoughts. While they were no longer close, over the last week with Tom home, they had been spending a lot of time together. Tom wasn't really interested in seeing his old friends, the few that might be in town, feeling like he had outgrown them. With Amy's friends away, she was glad of his company. She felt proud of him, looked up to him and how easy life seemed for him, how adventurous he was, how independent he was.
"Want to go get some breakfast?" Tom asked.
"I don't feel like getting out of bed yet."
"Want me to leave?"
"No, stay, I didn't mean it like that. It's nice having you around again, Tom."
"Thanks. It's nice being here, a little weird after Central America. When we went to the mall last week, I was in major culture shock! But I'm getting used to it again. I'm thinking of staying around, getting a place, a part-time job and going to the community college. Don't tell mom and dad yet, I want to wait until I'm sure what I'm doing."
"I can understand that" she says, and they sat a bit longer.
"I have an idea, we can exchange our gifts now; I'll go and bring them up here," Tom blurted out.
"You don't think mom and dad will be upset?"
"It's our gifts, I mean, there are plenty of gifts left under that tree."
He got up without another word and went to get the gifts.
His parents had given Tom money to buy gifts from them for Amy. Their parents were a bit self-absorbed. They took their professional jobs seriously, and had stayed passionate about each other. But it seemed it left little attention for their kids. They did show them affection, and treated them well, but mostly just left them alone. It did not surprise Tom that they were glad to have him buy the gifts and not think about it. He figured Amy probably got the gifts for him from them, too. They did see she needed new clothes with all the weight she had lost, and her figure developing, and were quite generous. But Tom also bought her something with his own money.
When at the mall, he had picked out a bunch of clothes from Macy's, including a new nightgown that would be from him. It was lightweight, red in color, full length, with a little white lace at the collar, sleeves and hem. It looked feminine without being sexy. He had them wrap the gifts while he went to do other shopping, making sure to tell them to mark the one with the gown.
Tom returned with the two presents and sat back down.
"You open first," she said.
He sat with it on his lap. He pulled the paper off the box, knowing from the size, shape and weight that it had to be clothes. Opening it he saw a light cotton sweater.
"Try it on," she suggested.
