I got to the in-law's house just in time. They were lighting the candles on Jessica's eighteenth birthday cake when I walked in carrying the gift Nancy and I had bought for her sister. It was a new laptop for her. She will need something better than her four year old tablet when she starts college next month. It was supposed to be all set p and ready for yesterday but they promised it, absolutely, first thing this morning. They got quite an earful when I showed up this morning and it wasn't ready. They at least got started on it. It was going to take two hours, no more they promised, so I took care of a little extra shopping in the meantime. A more personal gift for Jessica. I picked up the laptop with just enough time to race home, wrap the laptop, and get to the party.
Nancy is visibly relieved when I walk in carrying our gift. I set it with the others just in time to join in the required rendition of song. When it's time to make a wish Jessica secretly wishes that this will be the year she gets a boyfriend and gets laid. She's always been something of a wallflower. A late bloomer some called her. She just needs to lose weight her mom always said. And she's tried. Today, though, she can at least wish it, even if she doesn't really believe in it. She inhales deep and blows out all the candles just in case wishes do come true.
Nancy asks what took so long while they are dishing out the cake and ice cream. "I had to stand there and make them get started on it. The bastards didn't have it ready even though they promised. Then it took three hours. But I made it."
"Thanks. At least it's here for her. I know she'll like it. It's got everything she said she was missing on her tablet."
In many ways Nancy is the complete opposite of her younger sister, the social butterfly type. She's a bit taller at five foot eight and more athletic. Attracting boyfriends was always easy for her. I certainly appreciate her lean shapely figure, her thirty three inch chest with the perfect half moon breasts, her thin waist and deliciously curved hips. Her outgoing personality and jest for life along with it hooked me on her.
Opening the gifts generated the usual assortment of discarded wrapping paper and cousin Effie made sure to insist it better all be recycled to save the planet. The computer was a hit. I could tell she liked it better than most of the clothes she got. "Fat girl" clothes the way I see it. Peasant dresses, poofy, flowing blouses, all designed to hide her body. Which is crazy to me. She a cute girl. Just because she doesn't have a beauty contest figure doesn't mean she doesn't have sex appeal. She does. I know because seeing her always tickles my cock. She's never had a boyfriend because the way her family dresses her hides her femininity.
When the party was breaking up and people were saying their goodbyes and parceling out the excess cake I went out to my car to smuggle in my special gift. Then I pulled Jessica aside in an alcove by the pantry and said, "I have a special gift for you, from just me."
"Oh, that's nice Gary, what is it?"
The gifts her family gives her are about their idea of who she ought to be. I wanted to give her a gift that respects who she really is herself. A few weeks before I made an accidental discovery that gave me an idea for the gift. "Now, I hope you won't get mad at me or think I was spying on you. Or that I'm being creepy. But I saw something, and, well, see, it was last month when your mom was on-line to renew the registration on your car. She needed the registration and you were busy so she asked me to go to your car and..."
"Oh my god!" she cuts me off. "You looked in my glovebox?" She blushes. "Oh. I'm so embarrassed."
I put my hand on her shoulder, "It's OK. I understand. I know it's embarrassing but there is nothing wrong with it. It's natural to have those needs. I didn't know it was in there. And I didn't tell anyone. But I noticed it was broken. So I bought you a new one." I take my hand from behind my back and show her a new dildo. "Kinda like the one you had."
She has a look or horror on her face. It soon turns to confusion. Then she begins a tiny smile. "Well, gee, um. It got run over. Long story. But, well, um, thanks. I guess."
"Now that you are eighteen I can give that to you. I'm surprised more guys don't see what you have to offer, Jess, but until they do a girl has her needs now doesn't she?" I wink at her. She smiles sheepishly then I say, "Now put that thing away before anybody else sees it." Then we join the rest of the commotion. Nancy and I stay and help her mom tidy up and take out the trash. And, of course, properly recycle all that wrapping paper.
My work day overlaps Nancy's. I start at the manufacturing plant at six AM and I'm done by mid-afternoon. Nancy works retail and typically leaves work at six PM or later. That always gives me some free time in the afternoon. About a week after Jessica's birthday party I stopped by the in-law's house on the way home. Her parents were out but Jessica was there. I was hoping for that.
I knock on the door and walk in. Jess is in the den watching TV. "Oh, hi Gary. I didn't know you were coming over.'
"I just decided to drop in on the way home from work."
"Mom and dad aren't here," she says.
"That's OK. I really came to see you. I wanted to ask, I've been wondering and I know it's a secret and I hope you don't mind me asking, but, did you try that gift out yet?"
She looks puzzled. I start to reply when her mouth opens wide and she blushes just a little. "I did," she says, "and I liked it. It worked." She doesn't dare tell him she was thinking of me the first time she used it. Or that she named it "Gary".
"Good." I say and smile. "I've always been surprised by something, Jess. You're such a sexy girl and yet you don't have any boyfriends. Is there something wrong with the boys you know?"
"Aw, Gary. I know you're just trying to make me feel good but thanks. But I know I'm, well, big, and guys want skinny girls like my sister."
"There are lots of guys who think big is beautiful."
"Only because the skinny girls don't like them and they are desperate."
I look her in the eye and I say, "That's not true. I don't know if anyone has been telling you that but it's wrong. There are guys who like their girls big. And I can see why, I thought you were sexy the very first time I saw you. You were wearing a tee shirt that fit tight and slacks. The way the fabric hugged your tits looked hot. I remember doing a double take. You looked hot. And I've noticed again from time to time."
She is smiling and there is a gleam in her eyes. "Really? You really think I'm sexy?" Her heart is racing. No one has ever said anything like that to her. It feels so good to her to hear it. She feels a little horny. But he's married. To her sister!. She shouldn't feel that way.
"Oh yes. Sometimes I have to look away before I get horny or something." Her smile has turned to a huge grin.
"The clothes you wear hides your sex appeal, Jess. If more guys could see what you have you'd get more attention." I say, "Here, let me show you," I get behind her. "No one can see what knock-out tits you've got under this tent." I put my arms around her under her breasts, feeling her up as I slowly glide my hands toward her back, drawing fabric to pull the front tight. I clench the excess fabric in one hand behind her back and put the other hand around her under her breast again. "See, that's sexier already. And a nice uplift bra to show of these," I say as I gently jiggle one tit, "would make you a real knock out."
She feels pangs of desire at the touching. She's not quite sure if she's getting felt up but she likes it.