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It was the beginning of August when Chris got the call from her daughter. There were family problems back in the hometown and Chris had to fly up there and referee. She'd be gone at least two weeks, maybe more. Carol and I would be alone in the house for the first time since she moved in.
We put Chris on the plane on August the 7th. I remember because the 8th was Carol's birthday.
The drive home was very quiet with Carol and me exchanging little in the way of conversation. Mostly we just commented on the weather and how we would miss our sister; not really even much small talk.
Once home, Carol went to take a shower and I poured myself a glass of whiskey. This was going to be a long two weeks.
I tried to figure out why Carol and I were so close when Chris was around and yet now we hardly spoke. Was it happening again? Was I alienating Carol again? Was I doing what we did as kids? I had to admit to myself that I felt much closer to Chris than to Carol. What I shit! I did it again. Well, I better get started repairing the damage.
When Carol came out of the shower she was dressed in a pair of lose fitting shorts and an equally lose fitting blouse. Never the less, I could see that she was wearing a bra.
"You want a drink?" I asked.
"Sure," Carol said. She sat on the sofa and watched me pour her a glass of coconut rum. It was her favorite. We sat in silence for a while.
Finally I spoke up. "Hey, tomorrow is your birthday. Let's do it up right. Since tomorrow is Sunday let's celebrate today. What do say?"
Carol smiled. "What do you have in mind?"
I downed the rest of my drink and put the glass on the counter. "Let's go get you a new outfit then have dinner at that Italian joint on 7th street."
"You mean the one Chris has been trying to get us to go to?"
"Yeah, that's the one. Let's go and we won't tell her. It'll be our little secret."
Ten minutes later we met back in the living room all dressed for a day of shopping topped by dinner.
Now I have to say that buying clothes for women is not my first choice of things to do on a sunny afternoon, but with Carol it was fun. As I said earlier, Carol is a very beautiful woman. She's a statuses five feet ten inches tall, dark mysterious eyes and perfectly shaped, large breasts. She stops traffic wherever she goes.
By four o'clock we had the back seat of my car full of bags. Carol was beaming.
"It's too early for supper and too late to go home. This is your day so what do you want to do?"
Carol hesitated for a moment and I think she blushed just a little.
"Well..... All the toys you and Chris and I use are things you either bought before Chris moved in or things you bought for Chris. I would like to get something that is my very own."
I hadn't thought of that. I had unintentionally kept Carol out of our little circle of sex toys. Geeze!
I looked at my watch. "Let's go let you pick out something for yourself." I pointed the car toward the sex shop.
Like Chris, Carol had never been to a sex shop. Again, my fault. And like Chris, once we arrived she wasn't sure if she wanted to go in.
"Don't worry," I said. "Everyone in there is in there for the same reason. Let's go."
As we entered the shop I saw the same look of amazement come over Carol as I'd seen on Chris. The place was huge.
"Holy crap," Carol said. "Where do start?"
"Why at the beginning, of course!"