A Jackson Family Christmasbyluvthedesserts©
---This story includes sexual scenes of an incestuous nature. All characters participating in said acts are portrayed over the age of eighteen. Please do not read any further if this subject material is offensive to you---
"Exactly what look are you going for, Beanpole?" Dillon smiled at the image of his sister Alexis as she entered the kitchen. She looked like Medusa in snowflake designed flannel pants and an oversized sweatshirt. Her dark hair going in all directions. She was still trying to clear her vision when she rolled her eyes at him and growled before plopping down on a stool.
"Serial killer. I got about two hours sleep with all the snoring and moving around in my room. I don't know why I have to have all the cousins stuffed into my room."
Dillon leaned across the island counter and handed a cup of coffee to her. "It's the holidays. That means you have to pretend to like your family for awhile. Don't worry, they're only here for three weeks."
"And this is only day one. I'll be a psychopath in three weeks."
Walking around the counter, Dillon wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek. "Maybe no one's told you, but ya kind of already are a psycho."
"Thanks." She turned her head to try and look at him when he nuzzled into her neck and sniffed her like he was a dog. Exaggerating the snorts and sneezes in her ear. His arms tightened when she tried to squirm away.
"You need a shower. A really long one. And use soap this time. It helps."
"Anything else? Or is that it?"
"Nah. The rest can wait until you're human again."
Alexis sniffed her armpit. She did stink. Anger, stress, stuck in a house full of relatives. It was already getting to her. She wanted to rip out her own eyelashes. Letting out a lung full of air, she scrunched up her face and saw Dillon smiling at her from the stool next to her.
"Fine." She shook her head and nudged him with her shoulder. "Not a lot I can I do about it for awhile. The bathroom has been full for the last thirty minutes. I'll just have to ferment in my own stink until I can take a shower at school."
"Go use mine."
"No one's in there. You can't believe how quiet it was last night. All alone. No one else in my room. It was almost too quiet. I had trouble sleeping it was so quiet." He needled her a bit as a smirk appeared over the rim of his coffee cup. He was watching her get angrier and angrier with him.
"I hate you. How do you get your own room?"
"I pay rent. And it's not exactly a room, more like a closet with a toilet. It beats having to listen to Dad snore every night." He ran a soft hand over her back. Letting his fingers curl as they ran along her spine. "Go on and grab some clothes. I'll give you the first shower, but try to leave a little hot water for me. I need to get ready for work."
Alexis downed her coffee and made her way back through the house. She could hear her Mom and Aunt Jane babbling about dinner plans in the front room. Her cousin Samantha was coming down the stairs with her six-month-old, Kyle, wrapped up in her arms. Despite her mood, Alexis couldn't help but smile at her favorite cousin. She was the oldest of them all at twenty-two. She'd gotten Dillon's old room so she didn't wake everyone up with the baby. Alexis had heard him crying a few times in the night. It was a welcome sound over the snoring and talking of the younger cousins crashed out all over the floor on blowup mattresses. The damn things squeaked everytime one of them moved.
She refused to be quiet as she rummaged through her dresser and closet for some clothes. An evil smile curled her lips as Amber, the thirteen-year-old, whined and burrowed deeper into her sleeping bag. When she got back to the kitchen, Dillon was slow dancing with Kyle held tight to his chest. His lips were pressed lightly against the top of Kyle's head as he hummed a deep-throated lullaby. Kyle was fast asleep.
"You're brother's amazing, Lex." Samantha was sitting on a stool watching the scene before her as she picked at a fresh muffin.
"Sure he is." Alexis answered sarcastically. "You can have him if you want him."
"For keeps? I'll trade you Amber and Kara for him. You don't know how hard it is to find a good man who is this in love with a baby."
"I'm not in love. How can anyone love something that leaks so much? I think he filled his diaper three times in an hour yesterday. Dad can't even crap that much." Dillon smiled at Samantha. "It's just that we Jackson boys have to stick together. There are only two of us. He'll never survive this family if I don't tell him all its secrets."
"All?" Samantha's eyes twinkled.
"Maybe not all. We should wait to tell him I'm his father for awhile. It might just confuse him."
"Ew." Alexis covered her ears. "Please don't tell me you two have done it."
"She wishes. Always wearing sexy outfits whenever I'm around. Aiming those do-me eyes my way. I'm mean, look at her. How can any guy resist her in that outfit? I almost banged her the minute she walked through the door."
Alexis looked at Samantha's worn and baggy sweats and sweatshirt. Her figure was hidden somewhere in there, but no one could tell it. The baby weight was just coming off her. The only thing pronounced were her breasts and that was only because she was still breast-feeding. She looked as worn out and frazzled as Alexis felt. The only real difference between the two was Samantha's dark blonde hair and being two inches shorter. The cousins shared the identical look of exasperation and finished with an eye roll.
"Have you figured out which guy on the football team is the father?" Dillon continued. Falling right back into the routine of teasing his cousin.
"No." Samantha shrugged and tried to look thoughtful. "It was such an amazing night. It could have been any one of them. We both had so many guys that night. I still can't believe how many you were able to take all at once."
"Good times." Dillon sighed, imagining the scene they'd created out of thin air.
"You two are freaks." Alexis shook her head and stole a bite of Samantha's muffin before giving Kyle a light kiss and headed out the back door to the pool house that had been converted to a tiny apartment. The place was self-contained with a mini-fridge, microwave, flatscreen, and an open shower and toilet. There was no privacy whatsoever in the place and not much room once the double bed was in it. She had no idea how he could stand such a small space.
Stripping out of her clothes, she sighed as the warmth of the water surrounded her. She was in heaven. Steam rolled around her as she lathered up. Her hands moved over her small breasts. A twinge of disappointment struck her at inheriting the Jackson family breasts. Her boyfriend Michael had even commented she should get breast implants. He soon found himself an ex-boyfriend. Her nickname was from her too skinny frame. She'd started to find curves her sophomore year. Now an eighteen-year-old senior, she realized the curving was over and there wasn't much too it. She was still in the shower, remembering the way Dillon's arms had wrapped around her when she heard Dillon's voice.
"You done yet? I need to get going."
"Sorry." Alexis cut off the water and grabbed a towel. Peeking out, she didn't see him anywhere. "Where are you?"
"Over here in the corner. I don't need the image of my naked sister in my brain. I'd never sleep again. There's not enough soap in the world to get that image out of there."
She saw him next to the door, facing the wall. He looked like some kid being punished by a teacher. "I'm decent." She wrapped the towel around her body. "You need better soap and some real shampoo."
"Nah. Chicks dig the smell of a real man." He turned and slid past her at the foot of the bed. There were barely inches to spare. "A little tip from a boy. Girls smell amazing without all the soaps and perfumes. Just clean and natural is the way to go."
"Sure. If a guy doesn't like your natural scent, he doesn't like you. It's an animal thing. Without that natural attraction, sex is just sex."
"I wouldn't know about that. Most guys want big boobs and Laura Winters." She mumbled under her breath.
She heard the shower turn on and her eyes moved towards the sound without thinking. Dillon's naked form stepped under the spray. His back was turned to her. For a moment she just stared. Taking in his tall athletic frame. He still carried the remnants of a tan from working all summer in the hot sun. He'd worked as a roofer and anything else needing done for a friend's father since graduating two years ago. College wasn't his thing. Drinking and partying didn't seem to be his thing either. She'd asked what he like doing for fun and all he'd do was give her an impish smile and say, "Things."
Red faced, she turned and quickly dressed while his back was turned. Her body was quickly growing warm from embarrassment. She knew it wasn't. The same ache he caused everytime he hugged her, rolled through her. There was a growing knot in her belly as she slithered into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She sat down on the bed, her wet hair falling around her. Bent over, she had just finished putting a sock on when her head turned towards Dillon again. He was standing sideways now, facing the showerhead as he rinsed his hair. Her tongue came out to wet suddenly dry lips. She was still staring wide-eyed, her knee tucked under her chin, the second sock in her hand ready to slide onto her foot, when he turned his head to look at her.
She watched as his eyes narrowed a bit and the right side of his lips curled up. His warm infectious chuckle carried over the sound of water. His flat stomach seemed to roll with the sound. Her eyes fell to his stomach, but refused to stay above his waist. She was frozen. Staring right at his penis as it bounced with his laughter. Alexis didn't even notice the shower being turned off, or his hand move down his body to cover himself without any real embarrassment or hurry. He didn't really cover himself, just held his hand between her eyes and his dick.
"Careful. If you make eye contact, he occasionally spits."
Alexis had to swallow a couple times before she could speak. His words and his hand broke her trance. "What?"
"Oh, nothing." Dillon started drying off, ignoring her eyes. "A guy could get the wrong impression from the look you were giving me."
"I...I didn't mean to. You...I...I'm sorry."
"No worries, Beanpole. You're tired. You can curl up and take a nap here if you'd like. There's nothing wrong with skippy school every now and then. No one would ever think to look for you out here."
His playful smile never left his face as he dressed in front of her. She tried to keep her eyes averted, but she couldn't help but watch every movement. The knot was now a massive ball of butterflies. She knew she was blushing. A bead of sweat rolled down her spine. Her hand was still holding the sock inches from her toes when he knelt in front of her and took the sock from her. He slipped it on and pulled her leg down, resting his hands just above her knees.
"You okay?" He was staring up at her, the smile gone, a bit of worry showing through.
All she could do was nod dumbly.
She let out a ragged breath and shook her head.
"What you thinking about?"
"You naked." Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Haven't you seen me naked before?"
"Yes. But not like this."
"What's different about this?"
"I don't know."
Dillon stared at her for a moment. He tried to see what was spinning away in her head. His hands caressed her legs lightly. He watched as a tiny tremble ran through her and her eyes misted. Before the first tear fell, he'd straightened, pulled to her feet, and engulfed her in a giant hug. Her entire body shook as she buried her head into his chest. A deep vibrating rattle overtook her as he began to hum the same lullaby he'd put Kyle to sleep with earlier. Rocking back and forth, he kissed the top of her head, squeezing her tighter to him. They stood like that for five minutes.
"I've got to go to work, Beanpole."
"Why don't you crawl in and get some sleep. You'll feel better."
"I have to go to school."
He turned to grab a jacket when her voice caused him to turn. Her eyes were red and a tear was sliding down her face as her it turned into a crooked expression of pain. "Stop calling me Beanpole."
"What would you like me to call you?"
She shrugged and sat back down on the bed. "I don't know. Alexis, Lex, Lexy, anything but Beanpole."
"Yea. I probably should have stopped that when I started noticing how beautiful you were." With that as his parting words, he disappeared for the day.
When Dillon arrived home, Alexis was curled up on the couch wrapped in a blanket. The day had gone by in a blur. She had sat in class, stunned. The image of her brother in the shower invaded her mind every few minutes. She had no idea what she'd said all day. Aunt Jane was next to her, with her mother on the other side. A poor excuse for a Christmas movie was on. Her cheeks erupted in flames as she pulled her body into a ball to hide under the blanket as soon as Dillon walked into the room.
"Mr. Dillon." Aunt Jane smiled up at him. "How was your day?"
"Freezing cold. It's just started snowing again."
"Were you outside all day in this?"
"No. Inside. I spent the day sheetrocking. The space heaters barely kept the place cold enough to shiver." He stared down at Alexis and motioned with his hands. "Up."
"What?" Her eyes showing fear.
"I'm cold." Reaching down, he pulled her to her feet and sat down. Grabbing hold of the back pocket of her jeans, he pulled her on to his lap and slid her sideways so he could see the television. The blanket covered them both.
Aunt Jane and their mom started up their animated conversation again, completely oblivious of the two kids. It took a full five minutes before Alexis snuck a peek at Dillon. His hand found hers as they were nervously twisting under the blanket and gave them a squeeze.
"You okay?" Dillon's warm breath caressed her neck. His voice barely a whisper.
"No. I'm embarrassed."
"Shouldn't I be the one embarrassed?"
"I don't know. You were laughing at me."
"Not really. I was surprised by your expression. Now I know what I looked like the first time I saw a pair of tits. You looked like a deer in the headlights. Just for future situations, don't get into a staring contest with it. I've yet to see it blink."
"Dillon." She whined and buried her head in the blanket. "It's not funny. I made a fool out of myself."
"Yea, but I'm used to that. I'm pretty sure it's not the worst thing you've done. I have seen you dance, remember." He mock shuddered and let out a chuckle that shook the entire couch.
Mom and Aunt Jane got up and headed for the kitchen to work on dinner. Samantha replaced them and set a baby monitor down on the coffee table. She eyed them both, a curious smile on her face.
"You banging your sister, now?"
"Working on it. I was thinking we could have a three-way. Maybe Kyle can watch from his playpen. Where've you been?"
"Feeding the little perv. He seems to like my breast more than you do."
"The last time I saw your breasts, you were what, twelve? I'm not sure they qualified."
"Shut up." She kicked his leg. "I was a lot older than that and you said they were amazing."
"Yea. Like mosquito bites are amazing. They looked like matching moles. It was sarcasm. I was trying to make you feel better."
"You didn't even know what sarcasm was back then. You still get confused about it."
"What are you two talking about?" Alexis' head was bouncing back and forth like she was watching a tennis match.
"You cousin used to molest me when we were younger. She used to make me practice all sorts of things with her. It was traumatic. I still can't get the image of her going potty out my mind."
"I never." Samantha was laughing and shaking her head. "Panty-boy used to beg to see me naked. I still don't know what he did with my panties."
Dillon couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression on his sister's face. "Oh, you know what I did with them. I did it to them all night long."
"Ew. You're such a pervert."
"You humped her panties?" Alexis' eyes were wide.
"Ew. No." Dillon pretended to shudder in disgust. "What's wrong with you? I'm a sniffer not a humper. Ask your cousin how I like them. And what I had to do to get them."
Alexis watched as Samantha turned bright red and began to squirm. "No way. You swore you'd never tell." She shot him a, shut up or I'll kill you, look.
"I remember. And I haven't. You're the one that started this conversation. I'm thinking, maybe we could reach another agreement." He teased seductively. "Unless Kyle is all the man you need."
"He is hung a hell of a lot better than you. Talk about a mosquito bite. I wasn't sure if you had a penis or a third testicle."
"Hey. I know several woman who find it mesmerizing." As he spoke, he squeezed his sister's hand. "I've gotten a lot better at it too. You should see my stash. It's grown with everything else I've got."
"Don't be mean, Dillon. It's been a year since a guy's even been near me."
Dillon smiled his best evil smile. "I'll be as sweet as you'd like or as naughty, cousin. You won't even have to beg. It's the holidays after all."
Dinner was a noisy affair with two full families together in the medium sized four-bedroom. Grandma and Grandpa Walker finally arrived to make it a bit more crowded. The parents chatted around the table, while Dillon stood at the counter and ate. Two sets of nervous eyes bounced from him to each other. The two youngest found corners out of the way and kept their heads down, texting. They were both miserable to be stuck in their version of holiday hell. Dillon had slipped out after an hour of listening to the weather and all his grandparents' ailments.
He was halfway through washing the day off when he felt a draft. He smiled and kept his head under the spray of water. Praying it wasn't his mom or grandmother. He slid his eyes sideways to see a figure step up to his bed and quickly undress and slip under the covers. A tiny chuckle escaped, before he could stifle it. In slow motion, he lathered back up and cleaned his body. Slow deliberate movements as he kept his head averted or his eyes closed. After five minutes, Samantha's annoyed voice stopped his game.
"Enough. I know you know I'm here."
Covering his chest as if he had boobs, he tried to act surprised. "It's about time Aunt Jane...oh, I mean, Sammy. Whatever are you doing here? I am mortified you have seen me without my clothing. And why oh why have you climbed into my bed, dear cousin."
"Shut up. You know why I'm here, you little pecker. Now, dry off and come here."
He obeyed, his smile growing with his cock as he saw his cousin's brown eyes watching him. Her lips were pursed together nervously. The way they always did. She was trying to control her breathing. "Did you lock the door?"
He was about to slip into bed when she stopped him.
"Turn off the lights." At his confused stare, she explained. "I don't have my body back. It's kind of gross."
He gave her a slight roll of the eyes as if he didn't believe such a thing, but obeyed her again. "Who's body do you have?"
"Mine, but it's not what you remember. I'm fat now."
"No you're not. You're no where near fat." He slipped under the covers next to her. She turned to face him on her side. His hand finding her hip and scooting closer until their bodies were pressed together. Dillon bent down and kissed her bare shoulder, bringing a sigh from her. His hand was playing up and down the small of her back. "What's going on?"