Janet stepped out of the car and looked down the driveway. Silently she rubbed her hands down across her slacks. Slowly she walked towards the door.
She looked down at the doorbell, pausing momentarily before pushing the button.
She watched a man jog by with his Dalmatian and giggle, remembering a joke she heard earlier.
“There you are!” she turned abruptly, her sister holding her arms out for a hug. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Janet slowly reached out to give her sister a hug.
They walked side by side into the living room.
“Look everyone, look who’s here!” Jennifer called out.
Janet slowly looked across the room fist at her sister Lisa, the glint of her pierced bellybutton flashing in front of her eyes.
“When did you do that?!” Janet gasped, pointing at her sister’s midriff.
“Last week,” Lisa bowed her head and looked at her sister Heather. “Heather made me do it!”
Heather smiled coyly looking at her older sister and slowly pulling up her shirt.
“I got one too.”
Janet threw her hand over her mouth and gasped.
“I bet you had a happy thirtieth birthday, didn’t you Heather?” Janet pointed her index finger at the piercing. “I’m surprised you didn’t go and get tattoos.”
Heather shot a giggling glance at Lisa and then broke out in laughter.
“We thought about it,” Heather smiled, “but we didn’t want to give you too old broads a heart attack.
“Hey, I’m only 37,” Jennifer tried to look offended.
Janet sat down on an overstuffed chair.
“It’s not like 40 is that old,” Janet looked at Lisa. “You’re both going to have to grow up someday too you know.”
“So what are we doing?” Jennifer, “since we all got rid of the kids, well except for you,” she looked over at Heather.
Heather looked at her Jennifer, then Janet and slowly her face turned a little red.
“Heather wanted to do something a little different for her birthday party this year,” Lisa looked over at Heather who slowly sunk into her chair.
“She wanted, well you know she hasn’t had a,” Lisa’s words trailed off.
“What? What is it?” Jennifer looked at her sister.
“It all started because I wanted to get a new vibrator,” Heather blurted out.
Janet and Lisa’s jaws dropped as they quickly turned to their youngest sister.
“A what?!” Janet dropped her head to her hands.
“A vibrator!” Heather yelled out. “I took Lisa to go and get a vibrator with me last week and she said that it would be more fun to have a little sex toy party instead.”
Janet started shaking her head no.
“I don’t believe it, you want to have a sex toy party for your birthday?” Jennifer looked at Heather disapprovingly. “A sex toy party…”
“And you said you didn’t want to give us a heart attack,” Janet looked up from her hands, her face ashen in fear.
Heather stood up and walked over to Janet, sitting on the arm of the chair, slowly she rubbed her fingers into her sister’s short black hair.
“Come on girls,” she looked at Jennifer, “we all could use a little help. I haven’t had a boyfriend in almost a year, you two have both told me you barely have sex anymore. Lisa got divorced. Let’s live a little. Let’s have some fun.”
Heather looked down at her sister Janet.
“You used to have a vibrator when you were younger,” Heather looked into her eyes, “I found it in your drawer when I was little.”
“I’m an adult now, I don’t need those, those, things.” Janet looked away as the doorbell chimed through the house.
“I’ll get it,” Lisa sprang from her seat towards the door and quickly returned with a young lady pulling a suitcase on wheels.
“Everyone, this is Claudia,” Lisa waved her hand across the room before turning back towards Claudia.
Heather moved a coffee table into the center of the room, and handed everyone a wine glass.
“I have plenty of wine,” Heather slowly filled Janet’s glass, “so drink up.”
Janet flipped her head back and downed most of the wine as she watched Claudia slowly unzip her suitcase.
“What’s in there a man?” Janet laughed.
“No, he’s in the car in case anything ‘goes wrong’” Claudia looked up at Janet and smiled. “You’ve never done this before have you?”
Janet shook her head no.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about, you’re with your sisters.” Claudia smiled reassuringly as she placed a large dildo onto the coffee table.
“That thing is three times my man,” Jennifer giggled as she reached down and picked it up.
“It’s so soft,” she commented, her fingers running up and down it, “how big is this? Eight inches?”