"This is your pilot speaking," a voice crackled over the intercom. "We'll be making our final decent into Salt Lake City and landing in about thirty minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts and place your trays in the upright position."
I did as was instructed. I kept my Switch out though, the flight attendant assured me it could stay out till the last ten minutes of the flight. It's been a long one too. Coming from Atlanta, it's a long haul with a layover in Chicago. I was ready to get out of this plane and stretch my legs in the mountain air of Utah. It's looking to be a beautiful fall and I couldn't wait to go hiking in the canyons.
I'll be staying with my cousin, Maddie, for the next month as our moms take a Mediterranean cruise and spend some time in Italy. I wasn't upset that I got left behind, I had no interest in flying across the ocean. I wouldn't mind going on a Caribbean cruise but the Mediterranean is just too far away!
The plane jerked as it hit the tarmac. The sound in the cabin increasing as rumbling returned. The plane slowed and we taxied into place. I stood up, even though I was in the back of the plane and wouldn't get out for a bit, I needed to stretch my legs. Finally, it was my turn. I grabbed my carry-on and made my way to the terminal.
The airport was newly remodeled since I was here last. It seemed as if I was going in circles and I walked for what felt like a mile before making it to baggage claim.
As I descended the escalator I saw Maddie waving up at me. She was gorgeous. I know she's my cousin, but she was my first crush; and you know what they say about first crushes, you never forget them. She was shorter than me, not by much, maybe a few inches. She was slim and had long curly blonde hair. She wore a tight white T-shirt, accentuating her boobs. I didn't know what bra size she was but, I could fit one in my hand. Hip-higher jeans and some brown boots completed her outfit. She was a bombshell, no doubt about it.
I wanted to ask her out and do other things but it wasn't possible. She's my cousin! Why does she have to be my cousin? I once again told myself the thing my dad said before he took off, "You can look, but don't touch. Be respectful, son." Ironic, since he left me and mom when I was seven. But it's a good lesson anyway, be respectful.
"Aaron!" Maddie squealed giving me a massive hug.
"It's good to see you Mads!" I returned her hug, dropping my bag.
I felt terribly drab next to her. I wore an old baggy T-shirt and some joggers. My hair was a little stringy as well. I should've dressed a little better.
"Your arms are bigger," she said offhandedly.
"Yeah," I flexed. "I've lost some belly fat too. The gym routine you sent me has been great!"
She waved it off, "Glad I could help. Now let's get your bags."
"Bag," I corrected. "I thought I'd just use your washing machine. I only brought a weeks worth of clothes and some climbing gear."
"Sounds good to me." She took my hand, "Baggage claim is this way."
We took a place inside the ring of fellow passengers from my flight. The bags started to arrive, slowly at first but then faster and faster. Once the last passenger grabbed their bag and left, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. My bag wasn't there.
"Oh, man." I sighed. My luggage was lost.
Maddie gave me a sorrowful glance.
We made our way to the lost luggage office and placed a claim. I was reminded of the old skit by Jeff Foxworthy of how having a job at lost luggage was like having a job emptying port-a-potty's. You're gonna catch a bunch of crap all day long.
"Well, at least you packed a spare change of clothes in your carry-on, right?" Maddie asked as we made our way to her car.
"Well..." I had used all of the space in my carry on for the essentials: my Switch and games, my chargers, a book or two, you know the important stuff. "I never imagined my luggage would get lost."
"Aaron!" Maddie looked at me bewildered. "You didn't pack any extra clothes just in case?"
"No."
"What are we gonna do with you? You can't wear that the entire time."
"I know, I know. But I don't have a lot of extra money, and our moms won't have service for a while."
Maddie climbed into her car, I got in the passenger seat.
"We could go to DI or Goodwill." She suggested.
I wrinkled my nose. "I'm not opposed to being thrifty, but the stiff there isn't that nice, plus I can never find pants that fit there. And what about climbing gear? We can't get that at a thrift store."
"I'm not worried about that. Mom has her old set in the garage it's still in good condition, we'll just use my ropes since they're newer. The clothes though," she got a gleam in her eye. "I have an idea."
The way she was smiling made me a little uncomfortable.
We arrived at her home. It was a humble two story home. Three beds, two and a half bathrooms. The three bedrooms were upstairs, while the ground floor was a large open concept kitchen/living area. The only part that was closed off was the half-bath and walk-in pantry.
"This is nice." I said. They had moved since I visited last and I liked the design.
"Thanks, mom let me help choose the furniture."
She led me upstairs to the spare room. "This'll be your room for the month. Be nice to it."
I gave her a look, "Naturally! I wouldn't want to be a bad guest."
"Good," she teased, "I'd hate to have to punish you."
"What?" I asked playfully.
"My house, my rules, mister." She placed her hands on her hips.
"Yes, ma'am," I threw my less-than-helpful carry-on on the bed. "So, what's this plan of yours?"
She smirked, "Be right back." She turned and left for a few minutes. In the meantime I looked around the room.
It was certainly a guest room, alright. Meaning, that it was mostly storage space. There were several boxes in the corner labeled old clothes, or extra stuff. I saw some food storage in the closet as well as some formal looking dresses in protective bags. Old prom dresses or wedding stuff, I didn't look through them. When I closed the closet door I saw Maddie had returned.
"Ta-da!" Maddie was holding up a pair of denim shorts in one hand, and a white T-shirt in the same style that she wore.
"Are those," I asked hesitantly, "your clothes?"
"Yep." She said matter-of-factly. She tossed me the shorts," since you don't want to do second hand and a new clothes would destroy our fun money, you'll have to borrow my clothes."
"I don't know," I began. Secondhand stuff was starting to sound pretty good. "I'd at least have to buy underwear."
"Have that covered too," she pulled some pink panties out of her back pocket.
"Pink, really?" I was incredulous.
"Well, I have to tease you somehow," she flashed her beautiful smile, "Erin, with and 'E'."
"Fine," I said grabbing the other two items she offered me. "But this is only to humor you."
"You'll be fine, with the right outfits no one will even know!" She led me to the bathroom.
In the bathroom I stripped, my clothes smelled like travel and airplane anyway. As I held the panties in my hands I couldn't help but think about how I'd wanted to get in her panties, but this wasn't how I imagined it. Stop it, I scolded myself. She's your cousin!
I slowly slid the panties up my legs. The sensation was odd. Even though I'd worn briefs and they were just as tight on me, they felt different somehow. As the gentle materiel molded around my butt and front I loved how soft they were. I looked in the mirror. They made my package look better too, heck yeah.
I then grabbed the shorts, they were much shorter than what I was used to, they ended mid-thigh. I also noticed how much softer these were compared to guys denim. What was that about? Aren't these the same type of fabric?
The last thing was the T-shirt, which I sling over my head. It fit snugly. Again, it was much softer and more comfortable than my normal shirts. My arms looked good, even if the sleeves tapered in a more feminine style.
When I left the bathroom Maddie was smiling at me. She was apparently excited to see me in her clothes. "What do you think?" I asked.
She slowly looked me up and down. I got the feeling she was checking me out, but that was probably my dirty fantasy playing it up. "You look really good."
"Good?" I asked pointing to the shorts. "These are clearly girls shorts, though I'll admit the shirt could pass easily. Don't you have any pants I could borrow?"
"Sorry, Aaron. Our torsos are the same size, you're lucky I only have c-cups, by the way, or the shirt would be too baggy, but your legs are longer than mine, my pants won't fit you."
"So I'm stuck in shorts the whole month? All of your shorts are this small."
"I could get you a skirt, if you'd prefer."
I flinched. "No, no. The shorts are great! Thanks!"
She looked a little disappointed, but that gleam was still in her eye. "You're legs look awful with all that hair. Why don't you go shave them and I'll get your favorite Chinese food?"
"Shave," I said flatly. "My legs?"
"Yep."
"Really?"
"Trust me," she said. "It looks weird. Plus, my house, my rules. I'll teach you. It's real easy."
She pushed me back in the bathroom. She grabbed a Dollar Shave Club razor and showed me how to shave around my ankles, up my legs, and around the knee.
She handed me the razor. "I'll get you some extra cream cheese wontons since this is so much work for you." She mocked. "Bye Erin, with an 'E'."
I sighed, then stepped into the tub. This was going to be a very long month.