Christmas
by Absfan.



Please send comments to johnsm00007@yahoo.com

I'm not really a big fan of Christmas, it's too much stress with it. I also
have to work a lot, that's my life. In the rest of the year I'm studying, so I
need the money I'm able to earn over the holidays.

I came home a couple of days before Christmas. It was really nice to see my
famely on the airport as I landed. My mom threw herself around my neck as soon
as she saw me, my father gave me a handshake and my little 14 year old sister,
Petra, gave me a good hug. We all drove home where the dinner was prepared by
my granny. You all know that grannys cooking is even better as moms, if
possible. This was going to be a nice time for some days before the work
started.

It was cold on the airport and I didn't really notice that my sister had
gotten bigger since the Summer. But I did notice it when we came home and she
undressed her overcoat. I smiled and asked what had happened to her since
granny moved in? She had gained weight and it was really noticable. She just
lauged and said something about the new food that moved into the house
together with granny.

The dinner was awesome. Real food, not like campus food at uni, this was good.
I never made any food during the semester, I didn't have time - too much to
read and too much to watch on tele. OK - I did heat some frozen pizza, or
sometimes ordered it from the local pizza place. My sister ate a lot, she was
hungry I think, not strange she had gained weight, I thaugt.

After dinner we all sat down for caffe, it was cold and my father wanted to
make a fire in the fire place. He asked Petra to go out for wood, and some
minutes later she came in with a big load. I remember from the time I lived at
home that it's heavy work. But it didn't look like Petra was having any
trouble carrying the wood. The coffe came on the table and we had a nice
conversation. I told about uni and they talked about what had happened back
home in the past.

It was late and the rest of the famely went to bed. I and Petra had nothing to
do the next day, so we didn't go to bed. She told me about school, friends and
stuff. It was fun to hear that she had the same teachers as I did some years
earlyer, and they hadn't changed a bit since. It was starting to get really
hot in the living room, but still we threw more fire wood on. Petra started to
get warm, after all she was wearing jeans and a fleece jacket. Her long blond
hair hang half way down her back in a pony tail and I realized that she was
actually a very cute girl, I guess a lot of boys in her school would like to
take her to the movies.

I took of my sweater, it was just too warm. I told her about the dorm and how
cold it had been there. She said that at home was it the way it allways had
been, our father heating the house very well. Normaly they would sit in only
t-shirts and shorts in the middle of the winter. Then she laughed again and
said that she didn't do it now because she had a nice surprise for me. She had
gained about 7 kilos - but not because of grannys cooking.

Then she unzipped her fleeze jacket. Underneath she had a large t-shirt that
showed nothing but her fore arms. I stared - her fore arms were muscular, when
she turned her fist her whole arm was alive. She lauged again and asked if
that was what I had expected? I was not able to find the right words at first,
and while I was still looking for woords she uncovered her right upper arm and
flexed her biceps. It was really nice, I had been to uni for quite some time,
but I still hadn't seen any girl there with arms that could compete with
Petras.

This is really impressive, I told her.

You haven't seen everything yet, she replied and laughed. Then she stood up
and grabbed the shirt at the bottom and lifted it just enough so I could see
her abdominal muscles. I had allways been looking on the Internet for
washboard abs, but I had never seen it in real life. And now it was my sister.
The good thing was that I could look forward to the Summer at the pool, the
bad thing was that I couldn't fall in love...

So, do you still think I'm fat? Petra asked watching her own abs, two rows of
solid bricks going slowly out and in with her breathing. She hit them and a
smiled at me. Do you want to touch? she said. I did want to and I did touch.

What happens next? You can help me decide - write me an e-mail and tell me
your ideas. johnsm00007@yahoo.com