So I've always thought that it kind of sucks that my Birthday falls on the Fourth of July. We are usually up at my parent's cabin by the lake, and everyone is so caught up with fishing, boating, and boozing that the fact that I'm turning a year older just happens to become an afterthought. The only person who ever seemed to care even a little bit was Jezirah, my older sister by three and a half years, who's birthday just so happened to land on December twenty-fourth.
Jez was a badass, she had my mom's long blonde hair, and rocking figure, and even though she was the oldest, she had still found a way to be the black sheep of the family. I on the other hand have my dad's brain, and lack of fashion sense, but since we had grown up in a family of accountants; I somehow became the wonder child.
After I had eaten my cake, blown out seventeen of my eighteen candles, put up with the questioning about whom I was in love with, and tore open the lone package on the table, I headed back to my tent to play with my new tablet, while everyone else lingered around the bonfire, sipping drinks and telling ghost stories.
I had just finished downloading a handful of epic apps, when I heard a commotion outside the tent, as a motorcycle pulled up. I figured by the silence that followed that it was my sister.
I'm not going to lie, unlike everybody else; I was very excited for her to come. I've had a boner for Jez since the first time I saw her in a bathing suit, and it didn't help matters at all when I walked in on her last year in the shower. Sure there was a Plexiglas door between us and all I could really see was shapes, but I haven't stooped pleasuring myself to that memory ever since.
Jez is tiny, almost a foot shorter than me, and very slim, except in the places that matter. She's got huge breasts that shoot out over a rock hard belly, and an ass that fills every inch of the seat of her jeans.
After a few overly unenthusiastic "Hellos." She unzipped the flap of my tent and poked the dark shield of her helmet inside.
"Hey Zeke." She said, and once again I marveled at how she could make my name sound so sexy. "Do you think mom's going to freak?" She asked as she took off her helmet and revealed her cherry red locks.
I nodded, but couldn't stop starring at her ocean blue eyes, full lips and the ring in her nose. "You're crazy Jez." I said rolling my eyes and pretending to be unimpressed, but when she took off her leather jacket, and I saw her unrestrained, rock hard nipples pressed against the soft cotton of her white tee shirt, I couldn't help but squirm. Then she turned around and bent over to slip out of her boots, and I saw the top of her thong sticking out above her jeans, and as embarrassed as I was, I knew she heard the "Gasp" that slipped out.
When she was done, she peeked over at the tablet. "Surfing some hot porn?" She asked with a smile.
I smiled back. "Nah, just working on building my credit and shit like that."
"You're such a nerd." She said reaching out for me with one hand, and scooping up my Star Wars blanket with the other. "Come keep me company by the fire. I think you're the only person here that doesn't hate me.
Apparently she was right, because everyone else had wondered off, mom and dad were the only two sitting there, and they were busy arguing about how to make the perfect S'more.
