Revised from the original. Very little is different. A few spelling and grammar errors were fixed. The setting is no longer Lincoln, Nebraska, but merely any midwestern city or town the reader wants to create.
Monday June 25
Twenty-three year old brunette Emily Petros looked at herself in the mirror of her bathroom. She was an attractive young lady, but after high school she gained over thirty pounds and wasn't happy with her appearance. She stood 5'7" tall and weighed about 180 pounds. This was still a healthy weight, but Emily felt it was time for a change.
Her skin was nearly flawless, although her recent diet would leave her with an occasional blemish. She had a medium olive complexion brought on by her Mediterranean roots. Her face was between round and oval shaped and her big blue eyes looked back at her in the mirror. She was completely naked and squeezed her round C cup breasts. Her quarter sized areola were a light brown and her nipples nearly filled them.
While analyzing her body she noticed her legs could use a shave. She hadn't been dating because she was so busy with class during her college finals. So not only were her long legs a bit hairy, but her vagina sported her hairiest bush in a while.
Sometimes she enjoyed the au-natural look, but preferred to have very little hair on her vagina. She pulled out a small electric trimmer from a vanity drawer and began to manicure her nether region. She trimmed herself over a small waste basket on the floor. Most of the longer pubic hairs were trimmed quite short and her caramel vagina was revealed. It was slightly darker than the rest of her olive skin.
She brushed away some loose hairs and briefly ran her finger over her clitoris. It protruded a bit from her pink opening. The vibration from the trimmer aroused her a little. She smiled and gently ran the electric razor over her legs. She was filling the tub with water and decided she'd finish detailing her pubic region in the tub. The water felt great as she carefully shaved her legs with a blade. She worked her way to shaving her genitals. Shaving her pussy usually made her horny, but she didn't have time to cum. So her focus stayed on finishing the task at hand.
Her younger brother, Kirby, was coming back from his restaurant apprenticeship in Spain and she needed to pick him up from the airport. It was strangely erotic that he slipped into her head while her fingers met her pussy.
She was about to leave from her family's two story Colonial home. They lived in a midwestern suburb. She'd been staying at home since her last semester of college. She'd graduated in the spring and would be there until she found an apartment in the city.
She threw on a yellow t shirt and some khaki shorts over her blue bra and panties. She exited her home and it was a beautiful, early summer morning. She hopped in her vehicle and turned on the radio and became excited about seeing her brother. He'd spent over a year in Spain. They hadn't gotten to see each other much before he left either. Kirby was sharing the same excitement as his plane touched down.
Emily arrived at the terminal and could see her brother exiting the plane. He carried a large, blue duffel bag and wore a backpack.
He was a twenty year old who stood about six foot tall and shared some similar features with his sister. He was clean shaven with dark, shaggy hair that rested at ear level. She noticed he seemed to be dealing with some weight issues as well. He left looking much more athletic, but it seemed working in a restaurant might've made him fat.
He must've weighed about 230 pounds and it wasn't due to muscle. He was still handsome, but looked little like the man his sister saw last. Nonetheless, she ran over and gave her brother a hug. They squeezed each other tight and smiled ear to ear. They shared some common greetings and walked toward the baggage carousel.
The airport wasn't very big, so Kirby was able to retrieve his bags quickly. He brought a few souvenirs back, so Emily needed to help with the extra luggage. The car wasn't very far away, but the heavy bags made the quarter mile journey seem pretty far.
They loaded up the trunk with his bags and threw a couple more things in the back seat. They jumped into the Honda and began talking about the last year of their lives while driving away from the airport. Emily asked, "Did you meet a girlfriend when you were over there in Spain?"
"No, I was at the restaurant the entire time. Hardly got to see any sites. But it was nice that the apprenticeship paid me well. Some don't offer a paycheck at all. I worked long days and barely left the loft. I was also being pretty lazy though. Used work as a convenient excuse to lay around," he explained.
She agreed. "I know what you mean. I'm the same way with school. I took a few extra credits so I could graduate last semester and it really caught up with me."
"Congratulations, by the way. I can't wait to give you your presents when you get back."
"That's so sweet, lil' bro. You didn't have to get me anything. But I'm glad you did."
"My pleasure, sis. So I take it you aren't dating anyone right now. It's been a little while since you and Bobby broke up."
"I'm still single. I've moved on from Bobby, but haven't met anyone else yet." She'd dated Bobby for about two years, but they broke up when she found out he cheated on her. She took it really hard at first. Kirby helped her cope with the incident, although he felt she was a bit dramatic about the situation. Perhaps it was because committed relationships didn't interest him much.
"I think I'll try to get back out there. Before I start my new job in the fall, I really want to take care of myself better. I'm going to be working a part time job at Jean's Floral Shop until I start at the accounting firm. It's only like twelve hours a week. I start next week. With the rest of my free time I'm going to lose twenty pounds." She'd quickly awakened the elephant in the room. The siblings each noticed each others' weight gain immediately. Emily was always a straight shooter, so he wasn't surprised by her approach.
"Yeah. I think I need to lose closer to fifty. I used to swim everyday. Now I'm afraid to be seen in my swimsuit. I probably need the exercise. At least you look good heavier.
I know I look terrible."
"Hey! You need to be nicer to yourself. Negativity isn't going to get you anywhere. Get excited because you just became my workout partner, bro! With some hard work we can really turn things around. Tomorrow, we start our training. Tonight, you're going to put those cooking skills to work."
The two carried on their conversation as they rode through the countryside and suburbia. Emily talked about her university accounting program. The school helped her line up a job downtown. Now she needed help finding an apartment.
Kirby spoke some about the culinary program he was considering and where he'd travel to next. The conversation made the 45 minute drive feel short. It was 2:30 in the afternoon when the siblings arrived home.
Kirby had three big duffel bags that were packed full, his carry-on duffel and his backpack. They each grabbed some luggage and made their way into the two-story house.
There were stairs in front of the entryway that led to their bedrooms. He couldn't help but look at his sister's nice round butt on the way in. They carried the bags upstairs. He felt a bit guilty for staring at her ass walking up the stairs, but it was hard to resist. Besides, he was only peeking.
Kirby felt a bit winded once all his luggage was in his room. "Thanks for the help. I'm pretty jet lagged. I really need to lay down for a while. I'll wake up when mom and dad get home. Then I can give you your gifts and we can go grocery shopping for this feast you want." He mumbled at the end.
"You make it sound like a chore. You know you'll love cooking for us," she nudged his arm and walked out the door. He peeked at her ass one more time. He undressed down to his boxer shorts and looked at his heavy, hairless belly hanging over the waistband of his drawers. He sighed before he quickly fell asleep under the covers.
It was about 5:30 at night when he heard a knock on the door. "Honey, can I come in?" His mother spoke through the door.
Stella stood about 5'4" and looked quite a bit like her daughter She was a tad thinner and less curvaceous. Her Spanish and Italian background was evident. She was still a fit woman at age 45 and was quite proud of her body. Her long, straight, black hair hung halfway down her back. Her oval shaped face was accented by her glowing blue eyes. Her smile radiated as she waited for her son's response.
Kirby threw on a t-shirt and yelled "okay" as he got out of bed. He was half asleep when she smiled wide and went to hug her son. He was still dreary and neither one noticed his erection until it was poking into his mother's torso.
"Oh sorry, mom. I just woke up. You know how it is sometimes. I guess it just happens so much I didn't notice," he stuttered and stammered.
"Oh, it's okay sweetheart. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but I'm actually quite impressed. How about you wait for that to go down? Then put some pants on and come downstairs." she responded in a loving tone. He looked at her ass as she walked out the door. It seemed being away from his family was bringing out some repressed feelings. He hadn't had many sexual feelings toward his relatives in the past.
Normally his erection would go away almost immediately after waking up, but his mom looked so nice in her tight yoga pants and tank top. Her body put a strain on his cock. His hard-on finally softened and he went downstairs. Hugging his mother again was awkward, but at least his dick wasn't hard.
He greeted his father, Jack, with a hug. He was a fairly handsome Greek man in his early fifties. His hair was mostly dark with some gray poking through. His jawline was still mostly firm, but showed some sagging. He was in better shape than most men his age.
He chatted briefly with his son before Emily chimed in. "So where are those gifts, bro?"
