Being born on October 31st has its privileges. I was born in 1995 on a Tuesday. This year the date falls on a Thursday. I turn 19 this year. Yippee!
I feel older than that most of the time. I turned 6ft tall when I was 15. I'm rather muscular, working out and on the university wrestling team. I have gone undefeated since I started high school. I weigh a steady 175 pounds.
Besides all of that, I am the youngest of three children. Our parents really spaced us out. Charlene, the oldest, is 31 and living with a painter somewhere in Paris, I believe.
Next to be born in the Handley family household, was Charlotte. She is 24, through college and living at home again. She told mom she hadn't found what she was good at.
Char, as I call her, deserves to be described: Red hair, like our mother. She is 5ft7, beautiful legs, blue eyes and an outstanding silhouette rivaled by those marvelous actresses who have all of their brains stuffed in their running bras. She might be a 36DD. Charlotte was a brilliant student in high school and was in the top five of her college graduating class.
I must mention our mother, Charlieze, having just turned 50. She could pass for thirty easily enough. Red hair and pouty lips accentuate her beautiful face and figure.
Dad, first name Chase, is the breadwinner of the family; taking in a high six-figure salary since he has been 25. He works in the Software Engineering industry. He personally helped develop the early mobile phone software. He was paid in stock and cash. We are what the middle class might call the 'uber wealthy' or the 'one percent' you hear in the news. He is 53 and gone for long stretches of time.
I am Chase, the younger ... technically Chase Allan Handley Jr. My close friends call me Allan. I hate being called Chase, or Junior.
Our home is different from most. The front door and the garage door are at the street level. Once in the front door, you turn left for our parent's bedroom, or right for the other three bedrooms. If you walk straightforward; there is a two-story four-foot wide semi-spiral staircase that leads down to the living room, kitchen and dining room. The living room can be made very large by simply moving a few pieces of furniture to the left or right. We have an exit hidden behind the kitchen that takes you up to the back of the garage, the way you get stuff to the kitchen.
There is something I've never told anyone, so I guess you are it. I love my sister Charlotte. Not the traditional brother/sister kind of love, more like the haunting and forever kind.
Of course, she doesn't have a clue. There have been times when I wanted to walk up to her and blurt out that I love her. Maybe come up from behind her, grab her breasts and say, "Guess who?"
Yeah, I would likely end up on my back with blunt force trauma as the cause of my death in either situation. I may be taller and heavier, but she always could knock me off my feet. That was meant both metaphorically as well as physically. She knew I adored her. I just never had the nerve to explain it completely to her face.
With Charlene out of the country and mom either shopping or doing something to raise her personal loftiness, the house felt empty with only Charlotte and me in it. I would often find her in the back yard 'chillaxing' as she called it.
I went out to ogle her. I spent some time in the pool and sunning myself, but my main purpose in life these days was to ogle her.
"Hey Junior," she said.
"Hey, Char," I said. I think I just swallowed my tongue.
"For being only 19, you sure are buff. If you weren't my brother, I would jump your bones in an instant."
"Consider me the pool boy. I come over once a week to skim off the top of the pool. You could tell me there was some work in your bedroom you needed taken care of?"
"How long have you been working on that line Junior?"
"Every day of my life Char. That's how long I have yearned for you."
"Yearned ... are you telling me that you care about me? Sexually?"
"Guilty as charged," I admitted.
"If I let you do what you want, what would you do for me?"
"Anything – anything you want."
"I plan on having a Halloween party. I need a bouncer. You know what a bouncer is?"
"Sure do. A guy who decides who gets in and who doesn't. All you need to do is tell me the parameters of the people not to let in, and I'm all yours."
She thought about it and apparently made up her mind on the spot. As a partial payment, she removed her top allowing me my first up-close look at her marvelous breasts.
A smile formed on my face, and I said, "Thank you. I assume that after the party is over, I get the rest of my payment?"
"You got it, are we good little brother?" she asked.
"Could I get a kiss on the lips? I've never kissed a beautiful half-naked girl before."
She got up, still bare breasted, and pushed herself up against me. We touched lips first, mouths second and chests third. I felt her arms embrace me. The kiss lasted a good thirty seconds. She pulled from me and said, "I can't wait until after the party is over. You need to wear something intimidating. No costume for you."
I walked away from her with a fully formed erection in my pants. She giggled and got on her back again.
I took my personal credit card and bought us some delivery dinner to arrive at 7pm.
I asked her to dress up for dinner. She wondered if I was cooking or not? I avoided the question and suggested she took a bath and to meet me in the dining room at 7:30. The delivery arrived while she was still upstairs. I had us a nice setting with moments to spare.
Her heel clicking got my attention. I looked up and saw her red hair pulled behind her back. A beautiful black dress that couldn't allow a bra to be worn was hanging off her gorgeous body. I went over and took her hand, helping her down the stairs.
We walked arm in arm to the dinner setup.
"Everything looks so yummy," she said.
"Even the food," I added.
That caused her to titter a bit. I went to my chair right next to hers. "You did all of this for me?" she asked with her eyes glistening.
"I've told you how I feel. You deserve to be treated like this every night," I said.
She started to eat, as did I.
We struck up a conversation, "So how many people do you expect at the party?" I asked.
"Forty to fifty. I told them they had to wear a costume. That's one of the criteria you need to know. If they don't, politely ask them to get a costume or get out."
"And if they don't want to leave nicely?"
"Give them one of your wrestling moves, but don't break any limbs if you can help it," she said. "This is very good. Where did it come from?"
"That is my secret, doesn't a couple need to have secrets?"
"Oh," she said. "Are we a couple?"
"By November first, you won't want any other man in your life. That's a promise."
We finished dinner in silence. I should have put on some music ... maybe next time.
I took our plates to the sink, and came back to help her get up. I walked her to the staircase and said, "I sure would like to take you out sometime."
"You mean on a real date?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Sure, but let's get through the party first. I have some girlfriends coming over to dress the place up tomorrow. You can be here or you could leave. I don't want any of my friends trying to jump your bones before I get the chance."
"None of them compare to you Char."
"You are so sweet. Can you unzip me please?"
'This is real, isn't it Chase?' I said to myself.
"Certainly," I said. "I had better leave before my hormones take over and ravish you."
"Love you Jun ... Chase!"
"Love you back, Charlotte."
At the end of the following day, October 30, the place looked ready for the inevitable Slutty Cheerleaders, Katy Perry's and Miley Cyrus's, plus whatever the male twenty-something's are wearing these days.
I got myself some good hard shoes and shin guards (expecting to be stepped on or kicked at) plus a black long-sleeved undershirt with a shirt over it labeled "Bouncer" in three-inch tall lettering. Charlotte liked it and gave me the other criteria. I stood guard by the front door.
She got the only booze allowed at the party, so anybody who brought their own would be asked to take it back to the car or pour it down the sink in the kitchen.
The first guy in was smaller than me, and had vodka in one hand and Cutty Sark in the other. There were people lining up behind him as I gave him his choices.
"Yeah, try to take from me, why don't you?" the little weasel dressed up as Rick Castle said.
Less than three seconds later, I had his arms behind his back. "You can stay, but your booze can't!" I said in the huskiest voice I could.
He handed them to me, and the line was moving again. It didn't stop until a guy walked in without a costume.
"Sorry," I said. "Costumes are required."
"I'm the boyfriend of the bitch whose house this is!"
"I'm the lover of the lady whose house this is. Hey Charlotte, come here?" I said.
She came up the stairs and took me by the arm. "Yes, Loverboy!"
"Show this loser who you love, why don't you?" I said.
She and I locked lips and tongues together for about twenty seconds.
"Sorry dude, try that line again somewhere else."
The party started, in earnest, as everyone she asked had shown up. I locked and latched the door.
.... There is more of this story ...