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Jen kept closest to me, sometimes right beside me. We exchanged frequent, blushing glances. Secret looks, little smiles. She squeezed her thighs together from time to time, but I only noticed because I couldn't help glancing that way. Maybe she was still horny, maybe her creamy pussy was distracting. I didn't ask.
Ash and Mandy each caught my eye repeatedly as well, though they mingled a little more and didn't pay me quite as much attention. Still, their pussies were just as naughtily filled, and I imagined they were on the horny side too, despite hiding it well. I liked to think they were being driven a little crazy by it regardless of what they showed outwardly.
It kind of sucked when everyone left later on. I got sneaky kisses from Mandy and Jen before they left, and I managed to get a few feels of tits and ass in too. Mandy somehow had the audacity to grab my cock through my pants during our final hug goodbye, and managed to get away with it without being noticed.
I felt a bit lonely when the house was empty again. Mom and Dad were still there, and Ash of course, but the magic seemed to have left with our relatives' cars. It had been a hell of a Christmas, but we'd come to the end.
I was stocking up on food and planning to barricade myself in my reclaimed room when Ash found me later on. I hadn't eaten much at all so far and was pretty hungry, as well as being resigned to a relatively boring and uneventful rest of the day.
"Hey there," she said cheerfully.
"Hey," I said in a more normal tone. "Getting some food too?"
"Nah." Ash watched me thoughtfully for a moment as I stuck my overfilled plate of leftovers in the microwave. "Wanna go hang in the basement? Watch some more Christmas movies or something?"
"Now?"
"Now-ish. Whenever you're ready."
"To watch movies?"
"Or something. Yeah."
"You didn't get enough of that last night?"
Ash rolled her eyes like I was being painfully slow. "Want to go downstairs?" she said more slowly. "With me? To do 'Christmassy' things?"
The light dawned on me. "Oh. Ohhh."
"Yeah. You know. 'Cause it is still Christmas, after all."
"Good point." I bit my lip, reexamining my options now that I knew Ash wasn't done with me. "Although you know some people say that every day can be Christmas, if you keep the spirit alive in your heart."
Ash gave me a cat-like grin. "Is that what they say? Must be true then."
"Must be."
She moved in and gave me a light, lingering kiss.
"Better eat up, li'l bro. Might be lots of Christmas left yet."
I nodded, my grin matching hers, imagination running wild. "Might very well be."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoOh my god! What a great story, and I believe every word; mainly because once, sort of the same thing happened to me. Not my sister, the sister of my first cousin, who was sort of my kissing cousin. Sara’s sister was about four years younger than us. Her name is Kristy, and she always used to pull her shirt up and show us all her boobs. Of course she didn’t have boobs then. Now she grew up to be the best-looking of her sisters, and they all were visiting. I walked into the old shed to get some chairs out and Kristy was in there just looking at all the junk. I asked her to show me her breasts like she used to, and she said “I don’t have a bra on, and besides they’re a lot bigger now.” I agree that they were, but that shouldn’t stop her from showing me them. Without a word she lifted her shirt. True, they were very nice, no bra and very big. “Now you show me something.” I hesitated but thought what the hell, and unzipped my pants and took my dick out. Ok, it wasn’t huge but it was very hard. I rubbed it in front of her, something I had done with two of her sisters before years before. I looked behind me and said “how about taking your shirt off for just a couple of minutes.” She unbuttoned but left it on, which was probably a good idea. I came to her slowly and with one hand squeezed her right breast, the other stroking myself. It felt so good! Kristy reached out and whispered “here, let me do it. What do you think about something else?” And she lowered her head to my cock and kissed it. She got on her knees and looked up at me. “You want?” I nodded. This was the first time a girl had ever touched me there with her mouth, her lips. Her older sisters and I had never been this bold! But she sucked me slowly, concentrating on the job. The whole time I was feeling her up. What I wanted was to put my fingers in her pussy, but it didn’t happen this time. And in just a minute I whisper-shouted “I’m coming, Kris.” I guess I was trying to warn her, you know, but then I did explode and came in her mouth. And she swallowed it like it was nothing. Years have gone by; we’re both married, with kids, but Kristy and I still get together about once every three months, now in Charlotte in an ok hotel. We spend the afternoon, never the night, too risky, making love, and I know it’s a sin and just wrong against our spouses, hell, our whole families. But funny thing, neither one of us can stop, nor would we as long as we can get away with it. I don’t love her, but I never feel guilty after cumming in her. She is very special. It’s strange, but I don’t even feel naughty anymore. I feel like I’m as committed to Kristy as I am to my wife. I would never leave Gracie, my wife, but I’m not going to stop fucking my cousin either. I guess I do love her.
Anonymousover 1 year agoWOW, what an awesome x-mas gift to receive. I'd never forget it either and I'm pretty sure his sister won't let him forget. She'll be having Christmas ever day from now on.
