tagIncest/TabooA Holiday Surprise Ch. 01

A Holiday Surprise Ch. 01


Some time ago I watched a news special about a condition known as sleep sex.

According to the special, some men and women masturbate, and even engage in sexual activity while sleeping.

Those who suffer from this condition are usually unaware that they are engaged in sexual activity while sleeping. They usually find out after their sex partners begin to question them on their strange behavior.

During the special a woman said her Husband would ask her why she masturbated all night long. She said she wasn't even aware that she was doing it.

The interviewer talked to a man's girlfriend, and ex-girlfriend.

Both women said he would frequently have sex with them while he was asleep.

Unfortunately the story didn't discuss whether the condition is hereditary or not.

But wouldn't it be interesting if the condition is hereditary?

Carol Walters sat in the small examination room and listened as Dr. Prague went over the results of the tests he'd done on her.

"Miss Walters, I have good news for you. You are in excellent health. Every test we've run comes back normal."

"That is good news," Carol said feeling relieved. I was worried that something was wrong when I noticed blood spots in my underwear."

"The spotting seems to be a side effect of your birth control pills. That is one of the more common side effects."

Carol became confused by the doctor's diagnosis. "I don't understand. I've taken birth control pills for over twenty years. Why would they start affecting me like this after two decades of use?"

"Side effects from medicines sometimes pop up immediately. Other times, as our bodies change, the side effects begin occurring later in life. You're thirty nine years old. Your body is bound to go through changes. It's like people who have eaten tomatoes all their lives, and suddenly they are allergic."

"Does that mean I should stop taking the pill?"

"That's up to you. However, you are still fertile, and if you stop taking them you could get pregnant."

"Doesn't the risk of pregnancy go down as you get older?"

"The risk of pregnancy doesn't go away just because you're getting older. You should always use precautions as long as your body is producing eggs."

Carol shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't really matter anyway. I haven't had sex in four years. So, I don't have to worry about getting pregnant."

"Is there a reason you've stopped having sex? I'm asking as your doctor."

The tall redhead shook her head. "No, I'm just so busy with my clients that I usually don't have time for a social life. Besides, as much as I hate to admit it, I've sort of given up on men. I've never met Mister Right. Men are usually intimidated by a successful New York attorney. Quite often they see themselves being taken to the cleaners if we get married and then end up getting a divorce; so most don't even try. Besides, I'm nearly forty, so the thought of meeting the man of my dreams is no longer a priority to me."

Dr. Prague nodded his understanding. "If you choose to go off the pill, the spotting should stop after a week or two."

"That's good news. I can start wearing thongs again. I hate these damn panties."

Dr. Prague held back the smile that threatened to appear. "Carol, if you do begin having sex again, I suggest you use condoms, or another form of birth control. Also, if the spotting continues for more than six weeks after you discontinue taking the pills, make another appointment to see me."

"Thank you Doctor Prague. I'll do that."

Three months had passed, and the spotting had completely stopped.

Carol was able to go back to wearing thongs. The bleeding stopped ten days after she discontinued taking her birth control pills.

The Holidays had finally arrived, and Carol was looking forward to spending Christmas and New Years Eve with her older Sister, Emily, and her Sister's family.

Emily is four years older than Carol. She married Frank Burgess, her high school sweetheart. They settled down in Oklahoma City where Frank started his own contracting company.

Emily got her accounting degree at OU and became a successful accountant.

The couple has one son named Jess.

The last time Carol had seen her Sister was five Christmases earlier.

In Late November Carol booked a flight to Oklahoma City, and reserved a hotel room a few miles from her older Sister's house.

Emily called Carol the night before she was to fly out and told her that she wouldn't be able to meet her at the airport to pick her up. "I have to meet with a client who is panicking because he's being audited in January. Don't worry though. Jess will meet you at the baggage claim area."

"Emily, it's been so long since I've seen the boy. I'm not even sure I'd recognize my Nephew. I've seen recent pictures of Jess; but it's been a long time since I've seen him in person."

"He looks just like his Father did when I first met him."

"Then I'll just look for the most handsome young man in the terminal," Carol replied with a laugh.

"Don't let Frank or Jess hear you say things like that. They've both got big enough heads as it is."

The sisters laughed together.

"Jess is eighteen now, isn't he?"

"He turned eighteen last July. I know you were joking, but you're going to be amazed at how handsome my Son has become. His blond hair is thick, and wavy. Jess has a disarming smile that makes girls' hearts melt. He's six foot three inches tall with broad shoulders and an athletic build. And talk about charm. That boy could charm his way into just about anything, or anyone he wanted. The cheerleaders at OU practically fight over him."

"That's right. He's a wide receiver for the OU Sooners."

"Go Sooners," Emily replied enthusiastically. "Jess has been dating one of the cheerleaders for the past few months. Her name is Chelsea Randal. She's a little minx if I ever met one."

"Are they having sex?" Carol asked.

They are fucking like rabbits," Emily replied. "Jess spends the night at her dorm at least three nights a week."

Carol smiled as she listened to her Sister. "It sounds like someone could find herself being called Grandma before long."

"Please, don't even joke about that," Emily shot back. "I keep that boy stocked with condoms. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to buy condoms for your eighteen year old Son? But I'll be damned if Jess is going to fuck up his college education by knocking some cheerleader up."

"It sounds like you're being a good mother," Carol replied, holding back the laughter.

"Sis," Emily's tone changed. "I wish you would stay with us while you're in town instead of a hotel."

"Where would I sleep? You have a two bedroom house. I love you, but I'm not sleeping on the couch for nine nights."

"Jess could crash with his Dad. You and I could sleep in Jess' bed."

"Sweetie, you have a Husband and a Son who are built like NFL football players. I don't think they would be very comfortable sleeping in the same bed."

"I've got good news," Emily said, changing the subject again. "It looks like we're going to have a white Christmas this year. The forecast is calling for heavy snow fall starting tomorrow night. They are expecting up to six inches of snow by morning."

"Does this mean I'll be trapped in Oklahoma for the rest of the winter?"

"Sweetie, the stuff rarely stays on the ground longer than a week. Besides, Frank, and Jess own four wheel drives. My car is a front wheel drive, so I can go most anywhere, unless the snow is too deep. Don't worry about getting back to the airport. You won't miss your return flight."

The next day, Carol stepped off the 727 and headed for the baggage claim. She had her small carry on case in her right hand.

The terminal was packed with travelers heading to visit their families. It was the worst day of the year to be in an airport terminal.

However, for Carol, it was worth the inconvenience. She hadn't seen her Sister in such a long time. As Carol entered the baggage claim area she spotted her Nephew standing near the carousel. She immediately recognized him from his face-book pictures. "Damn, Jess has become a handsome young man," she muttered to herself as she approached the baggage carousel.

Jess spotted his Aunt walking towards the luggage area. He gave the sexy woman a quick once over.

She looked like a younger version of his Mom. Her shoulder length red hair cascaded down around her beautiful face. She was dressed in grey form fitting sweater, a knee length blue skirt, skin tone pantyhose, and pumps. Even with the heavy winter coat covering her frame, he could see her hourglass figure, with large breasts, and hips that begged to be fondled. She looked just like he'd remembered from childhood.

Jess gave his Aunt a warm smile and waved.

Carol returned the smile and waved back.

Jess met his Aunt at the carousel, and immediately hugged her. "It's good to see you Carol."

Carol's face rested against his powerful chest as she returned the hug. "It's good to see you as well, young man." She broke the embrace and looked her Nephew over. "The last time we hugged, it was your face pressing against my chest. It looks like the roles have been reversed."

Jess grinned at his sexy Aunt. "I could lay my head against your chest now if you want me to."

Carol stifled a laugh. "Your Mom wasn't kidding when she said you are a charmer."

Jess glanced at the passing luggage. "Which bags are yours?"

"I don't see them yet... No wait, that's them right there. Be careful with the large bag. There are Christmas gifts in it, and your Mom's present is breakable."

"You left a breakable gift in the hands of the baggage handlers?"

"Damn, I didn't even think of that. I should have put Emily's gift in my carryon bag," Carol exclaimed as she visually inspected the suitcase. "I don't see any wet spots on the bag, so it should be ok."

"You got Mom a bottle of expensive perfume, didn't you?"

Carol smiled at her handsome Nephew. "You will keep that between us, right?"

Jess grinned at his Aunt. "What did you get me?"

"You'll find out tomorrow, when we open gifts."

A half hour later, Jess pulled up to the Madison hotel.

They got out of the SUV and headed inside with Jess carrying Carol's larger bags.

Carol approached the busy check in desk, and waited in line for her turn. She had her carry on bag with her.

Jess stood to one side of the line, with Carol's two large suitcases sitting at his feet. He watched his sexy Aunt wait in line. He couldn't take his eyes off her round bottom, and long legs. It took all of his willpower not to stare at her legs while he was driving to the hotel.

Carol had noticed her Nephew's subtle glances at her legs as he drove down the turnpike. She knew it was natural for young men to check out women's legs, so she didn't take offence at his occasional glances. She actually felt flattered that a handsome young man was taking notice of her well developed legs; even if the young man was her Nephew.

The couple in front of Carol finished checking in.

She stepped up to the desk, and waited for the front desk clerk to speak.

The young woman, who couldn't be more than twenty, smiled at Carol. "Welcome to the Madison Hotel. How may I help you?"

"My name is Carol Walters. I have a reservation for nine days."

The pretty brunette searched her computer. A worried expression appeared on her face as she stared at the screen. She looked up at Carol, and attempted to put on a brave face. "When did you make your reservation?"

Carol began to feel uneasy. "Late last month, why, what's wrong?"

"Do you have a confirmation number?"

Carol thought for a moment. "No, the woman who made the reservation didn't give me one. Is there a problem?"

The young woman's expression of concern became more pronounced. "I'd better let Mr. Bangs, the hotel manager, explain." She waved to a well dressed man who appeared to be in his mid fifties.

The man approached the desk. "Yes Tiffany?"

The girl glanced at Carol for a moment before speaking. "Mister Bangs, this is Carol Walters. She booked a room late last month. She made the reservation for nine days. She doesn't have a confirmation number." The concern on her face could be heard in her voice.

Carol watched the man as he studied the computer screen.

He grimaced as he looked the screen over. He began punching keys on the keyboard. Finally, after several minutes, he looked up at Carol. "Could you come with me please?" He gently asked.

"Why, what's the problem?"

"Please, I'll explain everything in my office."

Carol followed the man into his office. She suspected she was about to get bad news.

Jess started to follow his Aunt, but she motioned for him to stay with the luggage.

Once inside the office, Mr. Bangs offered her a seat. "Miss Walters, I am very sorry to have to tell you this, but last month we had an employee quit unexpectedly. Apparently she took calls throughout the day, but didn't bother to put the reservations in the computer. You are the fourth guest we've had to turn away today because our hotel is completely booked up for the holidays."

Carol could see the discomfort written across the man's face. "You don't have any rooms at all?"

"Unfortunately no one within twenty miles has any available rooms. I have been authorized, as compensation, to offer you three free nights to use any time you like in the future. However, I don't have anything available at the moment."

"Great," Carol exclaimed in frustration. "I haven't seen my Sister or her family in five years, and now that I'm here, I have nowhere to stay."

"Perhaps, your Sister can let you stay with her?"

"She lives in a two bedroom house with her Husband and grown Son."

"I do apologize for the inconvenience, but at the moment I have no rooms available."

"I should have known something was wrong when the girl didn't give me a confirmation number when I booked the room."

"Once again, I am very sorry for the inconvenience this is causing you."

There's nothing you can do about it. I just hope the woman who created this mess is doing something she's able to handle, like cleaning garbage cans."

"As do I Miss Walters; as do I."

Fifteen minutes later, Jess and Carol pulled into the driveway.

Jess grabbed Carol's luggage, and carried it inside. He took the carry on bag and the suitcases to his room, and laid them on the bed.

Carol stood in the middle of the living room staring at the couch.

Jess returned. "Yeah, the couch is kind of small, but I should be ok on it for a few days."

"Carol looked up at her Nephew. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you sleep on that couch for nine days. It's barely large enough for me to sleep on. You would be hanging off of it all night long. Besides, it doesn't look comfortable enough for sleeping."

Jess shook his head. "It isn't. Mom bought it because it looks good."

"That's my Sister alright. Looks are more important than comfort." Carol sighed. "Let me see your bed."

Jess led his Aunt into his bedroom.

Carol was glad that the bed was queen size instead of a full size bed. "You're a big young man, but I think the two of us can manage sleeping in it for nine nights, don't you?"

Jess fought back the excitement he was feeling. "Yeah, we shouldn't have any trouble sleeping on it."

Carol chose to ignore the obvious excitement dancing in her Nephew's eyes. "Very well, for the next nine days and nights, you and I are roommates." Deciding to have a little fun with her Nephew, she added, "However, there will be no attempts at hanky panky. Is that clear?"

"I would never try anything with you," Jess replied defensively.

"I was teasing."

Three hours later Jess' Father, Frank pulled into the driveway. As he climbed out of the truck, his Wife, Emily pulled in behind him. Frank closed the door to his pickup and approached his pretty wife's car.

Emily got out of the car, and hugged her Husband. Her forty three year old features were grim. "You will not believe the day I've had."

"I take it the meeting with your client didn't go well."

"Ron Parker is paranoid. I swear the man thinks he's going to jail. I told him that tax audits are standard procedure, but he's convinced that the IRS is going to find something he missed and arrest him on the spot." A wry smile appeared on her face as she spoke. "He told me I'd go to jail too, since I'm responsible for keeping his books in order."

"If you're convicted of tax fraud, I promise to come and visit you every day."

Emily gave her Husband a seductive smile. "Will I get conjugal visits?"

The big contractor took his wife into his arms and kissed her. "Every damn day," he crooned as he broke the kiss.

"We'd better go inside. I'm sure Carol is here by now."

The family settled in very quickly after the reunion hugs were passed around.

Frank and Jess were in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Carol and Emily sat on the couch, catching up on their day's events.

Emily stared in shock as Carol told her about the incident at the hotel. "I can't believe the hotel's employee would do something like that."

"I'm not the only one who was left out in the cold. Apparently the hotel has had to turn away several guests today. To make matters worse, every hotel is completely booked up. The hotel compensated me with three free nights that I can use in the future. But in the mean time, it looks like you're going to have a guest for the next nine nights."

"Like I suggested last night, we can sleep in Jess' room, and the men can sleep together."

"I think it would be better if Jess and I shared his room. I looked at your bed. There is no way those two will fit on that queen size bed comfortably."

Emily nodded, feeling foolish for not buying a king size bed when she had the chance. "I know I should have bought a king size bed, but I like sleeping close to Frank. Besides, I got a great deal on the bed we have. It was such a bargain that I bought one for Jess as well."

"Then it's settled," Carol said. "I'll sleep with Jess during my stay." She glanced toward the kitchen. "Please tell me he doesn't snore."

Emily laughed. "No, but he does occasionally moan in his sleep. He's not loud, but I sometimes hear him when I pass his room at night. Jess also talks in his sleep. It's usually one or two words though."

"Oh, what does he say?" Carol asked out of curiosity.

Emily glanced towards the kitchen before continuing. She lowered her voice so the men wouldn't hear. "Sometimes he says a girl's name. One morning as I passed his bedroom, I heard Jess muttering 'that feels so good'."

"It sounds like he might be dreaming about having sex."

"I think you're right. I just hope he doesn't decide to snuggle up to you while he's dreaming. Jess would be mortified if he woke up holding his Aunt in his arms."

"I'd be devastated if he held me in his arms, while saying some other woman's name," Carol said in pretended distress. "It would remind me of some of my past dates."

Emily burst into laughter. As her laughter died down, a serious expression appeared on her face.

"What's wrong?" Carol asked.

Emily looked over at the kitchen door for a moment before speaking. "There's something I want to tell you. However, you can never repeat it."

"I won't say a word, I promise."

Emily leaned close to her Sister, and quietly said, "Frank sometimes has sex with me while he's asleep."

"What?" Carol stared at her Sister in disbelief. "How is that possible?"

"It's a condition known as sleep sex. The technical term is sexsomnia. Those who suffer from it can have sex with someone and be completely unaware that they are doing it."

"You must mean that he masturbates with you in the bed, right."

Emily shook her head. "No, he rolls me on my back, which usually wakes me up in the process, pulls off my panties, and then starts screwing me while he is sound asleep. To be honest with you, I've gotten so used to it, that every once in a while; when I'm really tired, I will fall back asleep while he's screwing me. Hell, one morning I woke up to discover my panties had been removed, and my pussy was full of cum. I was so tired that night that I slept right through it."

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