Holiday Spirits

Holiday Spirits

Inhibitions Imbibed Away

Chapter 1 by ofhabit ofhabit

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{endif}You stamp your feet on the doormat to knock the snow off of the bottom of your shoes as you wait for the doorbell to be answered. Shifting the bottle of wine you brought as a host gift from hand to hand, you prepare yourself to be a genteel guest and make the best first impression to the family that you can. Not the best start, however - the inclement roads took longer to navigate than expected. The door swings open.

"You're late." Jen stands in the open doorway with one hand on the door and one hand planted on a cocked hip in mock consternation, but the upturned corners of her lips betray a smile. Stepping back, she gestures grandly. "Come in." Jen is tall and athletic, with wide shoulders and hips and wavy shoulder length brown hair currently pulled back in a pony tail. She is well-muscled, toned by time on the elliptical and the rowing machine, and you brush against her body as you step through the doorway. "Best behavior," she admonishes, smirking. "We're in my mother's house, not my dorm room."

You take off your coat and shoes, and follow Jen through the living room into the dining room. The rest of her family, who you are meeting for the first time, are taking their places at the table, and you can identify them from previous discussions you have had with Jen.

To the left of the empty seat in front of you is Ashley, Jen's sister. A few inches shorter than Jen and two years younger, Ashley's hair is a sandier shade of brown and wavier, worn loose to her shoulders, framing a somewhat rounder and flatter face with finer features. A high school senior on the cross country team, she is fit in a lighter and overall slimmer way than Jen, and the skinniness is highlighted by yoga pants and a voluminous beige blouse that drapes loosely off her shoulders and breasts.

Next clockwise around the table is Gina, Jen's aunt (her mother's sister). In her mid-to-late thirties, she has the flawless skin and disproportionately large chest of somebody who is either fanatical about moisturizing and naturally well endowed, or (more likely) who has had some work done. Her bottle-blonde hair is straight and tied back in bun, and her sparkling teeth contrast sharply with her tanned skin.

On Gina's left arm is her husband, David, also equipped with a dazzling smile, a spray tan, and well-coiffed hair.

Next to David is Barbara, Jen's grandmother. In her mid 60s, she has nearly translucent bright white hair and faintly bored expression.

Next is Robert, Jen's father. A little over six feet tall with brown hair and blue eyes, he is sporting a jovial smile and a close-cropped beard.

Rounding out the table is Karen, sitting down to Jen's right. Though of a similar sturdy build to her daughter, she is a couple of inches shorter and more generously curvier through the chest and hips. In her early forties, her brown hair is sparsely streaked with a few handfuls of stray grey hairs.

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