Someone unexpected

Ernest took a deep breath. This was it, the moment of truth, when he figured out if he actually had a magical, wish-granting ring, or if he was just having the most randomly weird day of his life. He walked over to the door and opened it to find...

"Sorry. Rocky got out, and he was hiding under that car you won at the mall. It's really low to the ground, you know that? Took forever to get him to come out, and then I'd locked myself out. Thanks, I owe you one."

It was his older sister, Clarissa, holding an unhappy-looking and very wet brown cat. She set the feline down, and it scampered past Ernest and into the kitchen.

"No worries," he said. A tiny bit of disappointment rubbed up against his brain. He and Clarissa were only a year apart, and had always been close; locking herself out of the house while chasing her cat was just about the most Clarissa thing he could think of, and he was happy to have been able to help her. But still, the ring had been a tantalizing fantasy, and it was too bad that he had to come back to earth now.

Clarissa stepped inside, as if to walk past Ernest. She shut the door...but then hesitated. She was standing only a couple feet away from Ernest, and for the first time since he'd recognized that it was her, he stopped to take a good look at her.

It was still raining outside, the water coming down in sheets. Despite the fact that Ernest definitely hadn't seen her when Tiffany had dropped him off, it looked as if Clarissa had been outside for quite some time. Her red hair, which usually fell in ringlets to her shoulders, was pasted to her neck. She seemed to have rushed out without thinking at all of the consequences (a Clarissa move if ever there was one); she was barefoot, and only wearing her pink nightie. The nightie was also soaked, and clung translucently to her skin. It hid almost nothing now. Her lithe, willowy frame was clearly visible in all of its glory. He could see the curves of her surprisingly large breasts, and even trace the outline of her areolas. She was breathing heavily -- from chasing the cat, maybe? -- and there was a flush to her cheeks.

And now Ernest was remembering some of the thoughts and feelings he'd tried to hide even from himself over the years. He loved Clarissa -- loved her offbeat sense of humor, the care she took for her pets, her willingness to try something new and throw herself into it. He loved their inside jokes, their sense of shared camaraderie. But, if he was to be completely, totally honest with himself, he also thought she was the most attractive woman he knew; the combination of her winning personality and her quirky sexiness put her leagues above anyone else he'd ever met. He'd never said anything about it, never even fully admitted it in his own brain, but it was nonetheless true. She was the girl of his dreams.

"Ernest?" Her voice was low, and there was a catch in it. "I...when I was fishing Rocky out from under the car, I think I tweaked my shoulder. One hand caressed the area in question absently. "Do you...do you think you could massage it for me real quick?"