A Gift Named Holly

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"There's my boy, finally home to see his mother!" she said, but then she saw my beard properly in the light. "Oh, Elliot, what have you got going on there? Did you run out of razor blades?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Come on, it can't look that bad!" When nobody made the effort to agree with me, I rolled my eyes. "No Mom, I didn't run out, I just felt a little free spirited for a while. I'll head into town tomorrow and see Carver for a haircut and a shave. Now give me a hug, it won't bite you."

While I embraced my mother for the first time in months my father stepped out as well. He wasn't really the hugging type, but it was evident he was glad to see me. I gave him a firm handshake as usual and we stepped inside. Aunt Liz was waiting for me in the kitchen where she was helping prepare dinner. She was a younger sister of my mother, and one of my favorite relatives. She was the eccentric type, and her language was usually a bit more colorful than my parents'. I gave her a hug as she threatened to shave my face with one of the knives by the cutting board. Zoe was there as well, but her hug was briefer than I'd expected. She was more preoccupied with getting back to her drawing of a Christmas tree, though I suspected her markers would run dry long before she finished shading in the green areas.

Mom announced that dinner would be ready soon, so I took the opportunity to head upstairs to my room and get settled in. I opened the door to find my room exactly as I'd left it. There was a full-sized bed with a dark blue comforter. The television mounted on the wall was covered in a layer of dust, as was the modest bookshelf next to my old writing desk. I kept most of my clothes in the closet, but I had little motivation to unpack at the moment, throwing my luggage at the foot of the bed.

Aunt Liz's pen was placed safely in my nightstand, but I decided to keep the doll in her bag for now, laying it gently on the bed. I would remove the stain tomorrow while Zoe was busy playing. Chloe would probably have to help me with the wrapping, since I was never really good at that part of Christmas.

I walked into my bathroom and washed up for dinner, taking an extra-long look at myself in the mirror as I dried my hands. Mom was right, I definitely didn't look like the son she knew anymore. I wouldn't miss the facial hair once it was gone anyway. I then realized she would inevitably ask about Brittany during dinner, and the joy I felt at being home evaporated once again.

It was actually my father who brought up the question. I had just sat down to my plate of chicken and dumplings when he asked how things were going with Brittany. Chloe did her best to focus on her own meal while I answered, determined not to prolong conversation more than necessary, but my mother was very nosy. I had anticipated this and was prepared to answer her questions wish short but accurate answers until Dad caught on and changed the subject. Liz, who was usually the curious type, kept silent for the most part. In the end it wasn't as painful as I'd expected, but still not the most pleasant way to enjoy a meal with the family.

"How are you feeling?" Chloe asked as she joined me by the fire after dessert. The parents were already getting ready for bed and Aunt Liz was giving Zoe her bath.

I sighed. "That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Glad it's out of the way."

"Good. You know, she really isn't worth getting upset over. I probably don't have to tell you that, of course," she finished.

"I know. Like I said, it just sucks having your trust taken advantage of. Especially so close to the holidays. I forgot to ask you earlier, is there a special guy in your life these days?"

Chloe shrugged. "Not really. Mind if I get a little personal?"

I raised a brow. My sister and I were best friends, which meant we'd shared quite a lot with one another over the years. Sometimes those conversations were more personal than most siblings would be comfortable with, but neither of us cared. For Chloe to ask permission meant she was about to reveal something juicy.

"Go on," I replied.

She lowered her voice to a near whisper. "Okay, so I haven't told the parents this yet, but I kind of met someone recently at school."

"I thought you just said you weren't seeing anyone?"

"You asked if I was seeing a guy," she replied.

I understood her meaning immediately. "Ah, I see. What's her name?"

Chloe blushed. "Melissa. To be honest it's mostly been a physical relationship, but we've been on a few dates and I think I'd like to make things more serious with her."

Now it was my turn to blush. "I've always heard college was the time for young girls to experiment."

"Yeah, I guess. Anyway, it's been really fun, but I'm not really sure what my next move is going to be."

I took a sip of my eggnog before speaking. "Did you get her a present?"

Chloe laughed. "Kind of. This is probably too personal to tell my brother, but I did pick her up some lingerie."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "My little sister isn't so little anymore. Are you going to tell the parents?"

Chloe shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I don't think they'd really mind, but I'd like to see where this goes first, you know?"

I nodded. "Yeah, don't want to introduce your fuck-buddy to the parents as a way of coming out."

Chloe hit me on the arm, but she was grinning. "I prefer to think of her as a lover, not a consort. Anyway, now you know. It feels good getting that off my chest."

"I appreciate you telling me," I answered with a smile. "Well, you seem to be happy with her at least. Enjoy it while you can."

She looked back at me now with sympathetic eyes. "Am I bothering you, talking about stuff like this?"

I shook my head. "Nah." It wasn't completely honest, but it wasn't fair to ruin Chloe's excitement just because my girlfriend decided to fuck around.

Chloe came closer and wrapped her arms around me. It was a hug well received. "If I could have one wish this Christmas," she said quietly, "I would wish for my big brother to find someone special so he'd never have to feel lonely again."

I squeezed her tighter in my arms. "You're the best, you know that?"

She let go of me with a smirk. "Oh I know. That's why I'd also wish she was absolutely gorgeous, with great boobs and ass, not to mention an insatiable sex drive..."

"Slow down," I interrupted with a laugh. "Santa's already got his work cut out for him, finding a girl that's up to your standards."

Chloe gave me another playful punch. "You never know. She could be in his bag of goodies right now, ready to greet you on Christmas morning under the tree."

"Wearing nothing but bows and ribbon?" I asked. Chloe rolled her eyes in answer.

"If she were, dad would probably try claiming that gift before you got the chance. Anyway, it's getting late and I'm going to get ready for bed. Maybe I'll get lucky and Zoe will want to sleep downstairs with her mommy again."

"Yeah, I guess I should head up as well," I said. "Still on West Coast time though, so don't be surprised if I'm up for a few more hours."

"By the time you get readjusted it'll be time to fly back to California," she replied. With nothing left to say, we ascended to stairs and went separate ways to our bedrooms.

The first thing I did after shutting my door was strip out of my clothes. I'd been wearing the same jeans and sweater since leaving San Francisco and it was time to get comfortable. I tossed my shirt lazily at the hamper and began unfastening my belt when I noticed the doll was still sitting on the bed where I'd left her. Or had I left her there? I paused for a moment, feeling a bit awkward to have eyes watching me, even if they were painted on. I felt certain I'd left the doll in the bag for safe keeping, but clearly I was mistaken. The bag was empty nearby.

Eventually I shrugged the mystery away, assuming jet lag was largely to blame for my lapse in memory. I finished removing my belt and stripped down to my boxers, now entertaining the idea of taking a hot shower. I looked back at the doll, still feeling a bit awkward with her watching my every move, but not enough to prevent me from removing my underwear.

I laughed at my own irrationality before walking naked to the bathroom and turning on the shower. I waited patiently for the water to grow warm before stepping in and closing the glass door behind me. I took my time, letting the warmth ease the tension in my body before lathering up for a wash. I tried to focus only on getting clean, but as my hands finally began to clean further south, my imagination took full control. Images of my last shower with Brittany slithered into my head and I began to stroke myself beneath the showerhead.

She had started by giving me a blowjob, but once I was fully erect in her mouth she stood and turned away from me so I could bend her over. She always made the sexiest little gasp when I entered her for the first time, and I couldn't help but imagine how her tits would look pressed against the glass door of my own shower. I slowly stroked myself with soapy fingers, thinking of how she'd beg me to fuck her harder before emptying my load deep within...

I stopped stroking. Brittany would never have let me cum inside her, and even in my fantasies it felt odd. That wasn't nearly as problematic as the fact that I shouldn't be fantasizing about her at all. I looked down at my erection, impressive as it was, and felt nothing but disappointment. I couldn't give her the satisfaction of one more orgasm on her behalf.

Still, I couldn't go to bed horny.

I had been a loyal boyfriend for two years, and as ridiculous as one might find it, I never masturbated to anyone besides Brittany. Now, for the first time in years, I began to fantasize about another girl. Her name was Samantha, a girl who lived in the same apartment building back in California. I'd never actually seen her naked, but my imagination was quite capable of filling in the gaps, and in my mind, I was filling her gap quite vigorously against the shower door. I imagined her little moans and how the suds would flow gently over her curves as I screwed her against the glass. It wasn't long before I came, leaving pearly ropes on the tile at my feet before the water washed away all evidence of what I'd just done.

I caught my breath and let the water continue washing over me as my body recovered. I expected the erection to subside quickly, but to my surprise I was still hard by the time my heartrate returned to normal. I could have waited longer, but I was ready to dry off, and nobody would notice anyway. I shut off the water and stepped out to grab my towel. A few minutes later I was in my bedroom, still naked and at full mast as I turned back the covers on my bed. The doll was still where I'd left her, but I was no longer wary of her judgment. I picked her up and gave a wink before carrying her over to the bookshelf.

"Enjoy the view. At least I remembered to shave my balls before letting another woman see them," I said jokingly before turning to the television. I wiped the dust clean with my dirty sock and grabbed the remote from the nightstand. I also grabbed my laptop from the luggage so that I could check my email.

Having roommates in college meant I was no longer able to sleep in the nude. Now that I was home I decided to indulge in that little bit of freedom, slipping into bed without bothering to find underwear. The sheets were cold and I felt my balls tighten against me. I tried to ignore the fact that my cock was still hard, so I turned on the TV and found a Christmas program for background noise. I then opened my laptop and logged into my school email account.

With the winter holidays in progress there were very few new messages in my inbox, and none of them required my immediate attention. I closed the program and opened the browser to check through my various social media, though most of the notifications had already been viewed on my phone. Ten minutes later I was bored again and closed the notebook. I grabbed the remote and began to channel surf once more.

Most of them were airing various holiday programs or movies, and eventually I settled on watching Christmas Vacation for the millionth time. Chevy Chase was standing in his kitchen and staring out the window, envisioning the new swimming pool he would install with his holiday bonus. It was one of my favorite scenes in the movie, and I'll admit it has everything to do with the skinny-dipping part of this fantasy.

My erection, which had been slowly dwindling, found new life as the brunette began the slow strip tease from her red bathing suit. By the time she slowly emerged from the water, teasing her audience with a nearly complete view of her breasts, my cock was rock hard once more. The scene was interrupted before her body was fully revealed, and Clark Griswold wasn't the only one to feel a bit disappointed.

"Fuck this," I said to myself, pulling back the covers and staring down at my rejuvenated hard-on. Clearly I was still horny, and it was pointless to ignore this while I had time on my hands. I muted the television and opened my laptop again. I had avoided porn websites while dating my ex, but I still had the links saved in my bookmarks. I clicked on one of my old favorites and began to scroll through the thumbnails.

I was always picky with my pornography, and it took me a few minutes to find one that piqued my interest. Jacking off in the shower had been good for a quick fantasy, but now I was craving something with more passion. I stuck to the Christmas theme and found one that involved a slim brunette surprising her fiancé with holiday themed lingerie. I took my time, enjoying the slow buildup of the video as she teased him. By the time she finished licking his shaft and stood for him to remove her panties, I was already nearing orgasm. I watched her lay on the bed and part her legs, guiding him slowly into her body for a passionate fuck filled with moans and sighs.

Suddenly, I realized that the doll was still on the bookshelf where I'd left her, and those eyes were pointed firmly in my direction. The light from the monitor illuminated the underside of my shaft as I continued to stroke, and in a strange way it turned me on to have an audience, even an inanimate one. I turned back to the screen to see the girl was rolling onto her side. Her lover slid behind her and eased himself back into her depths. I watched them make love for several minutes, imagining that the doll was watching me with lustful eyes. I didn't last much longer.

My cum flowed thickly onto my fingers, the session in the shower having partially drained me. I groaned softly as I came, praying the noise wouldn't carry through the wall to Chloe's room. I continued stroking until the pearly flow ceased and the throbbing became nothing more than my own pulse. Carefully, I climbed out of bed to clean up, not bothering to close the browser as the video played on without an audience.

Moments later I stepped out of the bathroom and switched off the light. The actors were still fucking on screen, now in the doggy position, and for a moment I considered watching more. This time, however, my cock was quick to surrender, and I didn't see the point in getting myself aroused once more. I paused the video and shut the laptop without bothering to close the browser. Then I looked up to the doll, still watching lifelessly from her perch as I stepped closer.

It occurred to me that, in a way, I was mentally replacing my ex-girlfriend with the toy. Brittany had once asked me to watch her masturbate, and in turn she had watched me do the same. Of course, we didn't keep our hands to ourselves for long. Fuck, why couldn't I stop thinking of these old memories?

"Hope you enjoyed the show," I asked aloud as I gave her a wink. I turned away from the bookshelf, but then did a double take. Had I just seen her head nod? I stared back at those steely eyes for a full minute, certain I'd seen the doll move. Nothing happened. Why would it? This was, after all, just a doll.

"Probably just the jet lag," I assured myself aloud. "Or the eggnog. Or the masturbation. I'll have to cut back on all of that." I walked back to the bed, shaking my head as I lowered myself back under the chilly covers. "Okay, maybe not the masturbation." I unmuted the movie playing on the screen and put my mind at ease. Despite my uncalibrated circadian rhythm, I was sound asleep before Cousin Eddie decided to kidnap anyone.

A few hours later I stirred, somewhere between consciousness and sleep. I was vaguely aware of an arm wrapping gently across my chest, and long, feminine hair falling gently against my bare skin. I smiled as my dream took an exciting turn and I felt fingers traveling slowly down my waist, coming to a gentle rest on my manhood. Nervously, they began to play with my shaft, measuring me with their touch and exploring every inch with virgin curiosity. I willed the dream to carry on, but the time zone had finally caught up with me. As fingers began to stroke my length below, the darkness claimed me once more.

I awoke to the sound of Chloe calling from the bottom of the stairs, my eyes blinking against the morning light pouring through my window. "Elliot! Zoe says if you're not out of bed in the next three minutes she's going to eat all your pancakes!"

My first thoughts as I began to regain consciousness were of breakfast waiting down below. I then took note of something sticky against my leg, evidence of a wet dream. This was quickly overcome by the shocking realization that I was not alone in my bed. I felt her head against my chest before my eyes could fully adjust to the light.

For a brief moment I wondered if I was still dreaming. My vision slowly came into focus and I peered down at my uninvited guest. Her hair was black, falling in waves just past her shoulders. Her skin was pale and soft, and she slept soundlessly upon my chest. She lay outside the covers, and I could see that she wore a simple dress of bright red lace that came to her knees. There was a stain at the bottom of the skirt. Her legs were long and slender like the rest of her, and her thigh-high stockings were striped in red and white. It was all eerily familiar.

In my half-awake condition I was incapable of processing this information. With a jolt I climbed out of bed, pushing the intruder away as I stumbled out of the sheets. The last thing I saw were those steely grey eyes, wide with surprise, before I fell hard against the floor.

I stayed there for a moment, dimly aware of a bruise forming on my arm where I'd hit the hardwood surface. I blinked the pain away and climbed to my feet as quickly as I could. At the same time the door flew open behind me, and I knew my sister had come to check on the noise. My first reaction was to cover myself by grabbing the sweater from where I'd left it. I looked up to find Chloe staring in at me, though she quickly averted her eyes upon seeing me naked. I immediately tried to explain myself.

"Chloe, this isn't what it looks like, I swear!" I said as I turned back to the bed, expecting to find a lovely young woman. To my astonishment, it was empty.

"Dude, it's okay, you don't have to justify sleeping in the nude. It just sounded like you fell down or something and I wanted to make sure you were okay," Chloe answered from behind the cracked door.

I wasn't really listening. I pulled the sheets completely off the bed. No raven-haired beauty was hiding underneath, but something did fall to the floor next to my feet. I looked down to find the porcelain doll staring up at me.

"So, are you actually okay in there? I feel kind of awkward standing here like this," Chloe said from behind the door.

"I'm not sure. I think I might be losing my mind," I answered. "When I woke up, I swear there was a girl here in the room with me." Even as I said the words aloud, I knew how ridiculous that must sound to Chloe.