Subject: Spending Christmas With Family
Story Codes: MF exhib incest father daughter brother sister cousin
Diary Date: December 25, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Christmas is many things to different people. If you asked me I would
tell you that the primary reason for the season is to celebrate the birth
of Jesus. So far as the secular holiday season goes, for me it’s all
about family. Traditions - both the keeping of old ones and the making
of new ones, play a key role during this time.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Christmas Traditions
Chapter 2 - Christmas With HIS Family
Chapter 3 - Christmas With MY Family Act One
Chapter 4 - Christmas With MY Family Act Two
Chapter 5 - Christmas With MY Family Act Three
Chapter 6 - Christmas Night With My Husband
Chapter 1 - Christmas Traditions
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Everyone has their Christmas traditions whether they admit it or not,
even if it’s NOT to have any traditions. Some folks open all their
presents Christmas morning after Santa has treated himself to milk and
cookies. Others open one gift on Christmas Eve while I have friends that
open them all the night before Christmas. Real tree or fake? Do you
attend a Christmas Eve church service and if so, do you go in the evening
or for the late night version? Where do you go for Christmas or do you
stay at home? Is it always the same place like at grandma’s or the
relatives with the biggest house or do you rotate it around? Does
everyone come together or is your family so far flung that it’s just
impossible?
Growing up my family faced the same conundrum that most do - which family
to visit and when? Long before I was old enough to weigh on the matter
my parents had worked it out to where we met with my mom’s family on
Christmas Eve and my dad’s on Christmas Day. Family presents were opened
when we met while “Santa” gifts magically appeared under the tree
Christmas morning, even long after a friend spilled the beans about the
great myth perpetuated by my parents.
Actually when I say we met with my mom’s side of the family I really mean
usually just her sister and my cousin as my maternal grandparents lived
far away in Illinois. As such we usually didn't actually see them right
on Christmas but usually sometime during the holiday break season when my
dad was able to travel away from the office and my mom could get off from
her hospital duties.
In contrast almost all of my dad’s family resides in the general
Pittsburgh area so it was usually quite a gathering. To lessen the load
we rotate it between the three brothers and my grandparents’ farm. Even
so having it at our house once every four years was still once too many
so far as my mom was concerned!
Anyone who is familiar with me knows I’m a fanatic When it comes to
traditions. I believe strongly in family and I feel that traditions are
critical in maintaining those bonds through thick and thin. So it should
come as no surprise that I have my own little traditions that started
when I was younger and I still work to maintain today. Also, traditions
don't have to be “old” - you can always start a new one when the
opportunity arises. After all, in ten years it won’t be “new” anymore
and it will be something that you look forward to each year or whenever
it occurs.
My sentiment for tradition was passed on to me by my mom who in turn took
it from her mother. Some were little - like the two cookies and milk for
Santa. Never three, it has to be TWO cookies and real milk, none of this
skim or low-fat stuff for Santa. Our stocking were always arranged with
my dad’s on the left, my mom’s on the right and mine in the middle.
Every year I sat on Santa’s lap and recited my wish list. When I got too
old for the store Santa my dad took over the duties.
Who initiated one of my favorite Christmas traditions has always been a
source of disagreement between my parents. Each of them claims the other
got it started although I tend to think my mom had something to do with
it despite her insistence it was all my dad’s idea. Simply put, the last
“Santa” present I open is always a special outfit for me to wear and
model for my dad.
I’ll always remember the year we started this tradition - one that has
been maintained to this day by the way. I was twelve years old,
struggling with the same self-image issues that most girls deal with at
that age. Some of my friends were wearing bras AND actually filled them
out while I barely qualified for a training bra. It wasn't so much I
wanted to wear one, I just wanted to have the boobs to where it fit me.
Although we were only in sixth grade, some of my best friends were
already being asked out by the eighth grade boys. My best friend Beth
was even dating a couple of high school boys but then with her boobs and
a figure advanced for her years she looked more like a full-fledged
teenager than just starting middle-school.
If you were to ask me, the biggest torture we impose on our young girls
is PE class where everyone sees where they rank on the physical maturity
scale. I knew where MY place was - at the bottom or so I thought.
My mom her best tried to help out such as picking out little short skirts
and tiny sun dresses for me to wear. She even let me wear skimpy bikinis
even though I didn't fill them out and at times wasn't sure if they made
me look older or just more pathetic. One area where she helped me a lot
was to teach me to focus on what I DID have and not so much what I did
NOT. Thus while my tiny bikini tops were more for show than anything,
she made sure my thong bottoms were even smaller so they would help to
drew attention to my butt more than my chest. While I was always the one
with the smallest chest, I WAS pretty proud of my ass which my dad always
said was the best of all my friends.
Yes, while my mom bought the clothes it was my dad who took on the role
of being my biggest cheerleader. He was the one who would always
compliment me on my outfits and tell me how cute I looked. I mentioned
him liking my butt... well he was the one I could always count on to pat
my behind and tell me how sexy it was. When I had a new bikini he was
always the first to see it and put me on his lap so he could kiss me and
tell me how great it looked on me. OK, so he was my dad and dads are
suppose to tell their daughters they look good but I still loved him for
it and craved his attention and approval.
This is why I suspect my mother of coming up with the idea of my special
Christmas present. Seeing me beaming after jumping off my dad’s lap
wearing the latest little outfit that invariably left little to the
imagination and knowing her sense of tradition, she’s the logical choice.
So going back to that Christmas morning, my last before I became a
teenager in a few months...
I was opening my presents and reached for one wrapped in the prettiest
pink paper with a red bow but my mom told me to put it aside and open
another. It remained under the tree until it was the last one left after
which I was finally permitted to untie the bow and rip off the paper
(I’ve never been one of those who is careful with the paper).
To my surprise inside I found wrapped in pink tissue paper the prettiest
little baby-doll negligee and panties. Both were sheer white - and I
mean sheer to the point where when I held it up I could see my parents
right through it! Looking at my mom and dad who were sitting on the
couch together I didn't know what to say. It was my very first “adult”
outfit which made me suddenly feel so much older and grownup.
Granted, when it came to sleepwear it wasn’t like I was all that
conservative. In fact that past summer I’d started to emulate my parents
and sleep nude. It wasn’t out of any sexual purpose or something kinky.
I just wanted to be like them and once I tried it I found I enjoyed the
feeling of my sheets against me at night without fussing with pajamas or
night shirts. Of course I kept a robe or nightshirt next to the bed as I
didn't roam the house naked - we weren't nudist after all and I WAS
taught from an early age to have a modest sense of decorum when it came
to public nudity, even at home. Still, while sleeping naked was no big
deal a sexy nightie seemed a little naughty.
“Well? Do you like it?” my mom asked smiling at me. I nodded vigorously
and then they both smiled at each other.
“Then why not go put it on so your father can see you in it,” she urged
me, “After all, he’s the one who picked it out.”
With a giggle I jumped up and ran up the stairs to my room where I
dropped the robe I’d been wearing and slipped on the panties and then the
nightie. Looking in the full length mirror I felt a little tingle. Wow,
I looked so grown up all of a sudden! My dark nipples were clearly
visible and even though they barely made a dent in the silky material for
once it didn't matter to me. The panties were just as revealing, showing
off everything even though it supposedly covered me. Even the light
covering of dark pubic hair I was finally starting to sprout was visible.
The panties came up high on my hips which was so much more grown-up than
my usual ones.
Back in the living room my parents were waiting patiently for me when I
returned. Well, maybe my mom was but my dad seemed more anxious.
“So what do you think daddy?” I asked as I twirled in circles in front of
them.
“Hmmmmmm, I think Santa picked out the perfect gift this year, don't
you?” my dad replied.
I hopped up on his lap, my bare legs extending out with my feet on my
mom’s thighs. Wrapping my thin arms around his neck I kissed him on the
mouth for a moment, noting that he tasted like mint mouthwash this
morning, and then sat back.
“Thank you Santa!” I giggled as I felt his hand move down from the middle
of my back to the top of my butt and then over the thin material of my
panties.
I couldn't help but notice something else - the lump underneath me as I
sat on his lap. Of course I knew what it was - my mom had explained all
THAT to me years before. This wasn't the first time by any means that
I’d felt it which made me feel even better as I knew from what my mom had
told me that it meant my dad enjoyed having me sitting there.
“It’s almost like I don't have anything on at all,” I exclaimed to my
mom, tugging at my chest.
“Well, that’s sort of the whole idea... isn’t it dear?” she said with a
smirk looking at my dad. Then she added, “Now this is something you only
wear at home, right? Don't go showing it off to your friends at some
sleepover or tell anyone at school.”
“Mommmmmm!” I whined, pretending to pout.
Like I was some sort of kid and didn't know better but then she was
always telling me such things. Don't tell people you shower with your
dad. Don't masturbate in church. You HAVE to keep your panties on at
school. It’s like it was always something.
And so we started a new tradition. Each year a pink-wrapped box with a
red bow appeared under the tree on Christmas morning. Every year I’d
open it last, anxious to see what new outfit Santa had brought me that
year. The next year, my first as a full-fledged teenager, was a bright
red bikini with a top that barely covered my nipples and a thong bottom
that was little more than a small triangle over my pussy held on by
strings around my waist and down my butt crack. At fourteen, my first
Christmas as an ex-virgin thanks to my boyfriend Steve, it was a French-
maid style outfit complete with feather duster and fishnet hose. Fifteen
was the year of the naughty nurse with just a short lab coat that was
missing all but one button towards the bottom such that it emphasized my
meager cleavage to the max.
The next Christmas was extra special. That past summer was when my dad
and I first started having sex and even no being months later it was
still almost overwhelming to me each time my dad would take me in such a
special way. Then again, I think it will ALWAYS be special but you know
what I mean. Small little wonder that inside the magic pink box was
something a little different.
“Oh daddy!” I exclaimed as I opened the box.
Inside wasn’t a sexy outfit but instead was the most perfect “little
black dress” ever. It had thin spaghetti shoulder straps and a plunging
neckline I could tell just from looking would dip below my boobs. The
hem was cut at a sharp angle such that on one side it dipped down halfway
from my hip to my knee while on the other it was just inches below my
waistline, revealing massive amounts of my left leg.
“Keep looking,” he encouraged me with a grin.
I set aside the dress and rummaged through the tissue where I found two
tickets to a special Pittsburgh Symphony Christmas performance. I knew
it had been sold out for like forever and I wondered how he had gotten
his hands on them.
“Well, you have to have someplace to wear your new dress,” he said with a
shrug as if it was nothing but we all knew better.
This was the first and only Christmas where I didn't model the outfit he
gave me. Besides, “Santa” had another special gift for me this year
which from the massive erection poking from his robe I knew he couldn't
wait to give me.
As for the dress, I waited until the night of the concert when he
escorted me looking so handsome and proud in his tuxedo. I loved the way
the other men at the affair looked at me when I removed my coat, not to
mention some of the women as well. Knowing that my dad had just fucked
me not an hour before just made it all the more erotic for me. It was
like I could still feel him in me and I wanted to shout it out to
everyone. I loved the concert but it was all the more special to feel my
dad’s hand on my exposed thigh in the darkened theater. It was packed so
it wasn’t like I was going to get away with anything naughty but that
just made it all the more sensual to feel him work his way between my
legs. Later when we got back home I was so horny it was like I couldn't
wait for him to get undressed and bring me to his bed next to my mom.
Just because I’m married doesn’t mean these sort of traditions have to
die. If anything matrimony has opened the doors to new opportunities to
establish traditions between me and my husband that I hope will last for
years. Of course some things do have to change to accommodate new
realities. Like now I don't open my dad’s special gift in front of
everyone since my husband prefers my incestual dealings with my dad stay
between us and not involve him. Still, I always manage to find a time
either on Christmas Day or shortly after when he gives me my special
pink-wrapped box with that red bow so I can model it for him and ‘thank”
him properly.
Yep, you can call me a traditional girl!
Chapter 2 - Christmas With HIS Family
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Having on been recently married, last year was the first time I had to
deal with the issue my parents faced every year - whose parents to spend
what time with.
Since the divorce the Christmas Eve time was sort of superfluous given
now it was just me and my dad with my Aunt Linda and Kristi. While at
first it was more than a little awkward, eventually folks seemed to
accept that my aunt was now living with my dad and part of the family,
even though they never planned to make it official. In a way to worked
out for me as that freed up Christmas Eve to spend with Steve’s family so
we could continue attending the traditional Christmas Day gathering with
my dad’s side of the family.
Similar to what we had with my mom’s side, Steve’s family was quite small
compared to my dad’s. His grandparents had passed away at a relatively
young age and his mom was an only child so that didn't leave many
relatives, especially when your husband ditches you for some bimbo
secretary half his age.
Steve’s mom was transferred to California back when we were dating in
high school, taking the three kids with her. Unlike Steve his younger
brother and sister chose to stay there when she was moved back to
Pittsburgh as they had steady jobs and career oaths that they didn't want
to leave behind. Steve was always more a “momma’s boy” than his brother
Jim so moving back with his mom was more natural for him. Probably the
biggest reason they chose to stay behind though was the relationship that
had developed between Steve and Sharon.
Sharon had been one of my best friends growing up before she moved away
with her mom. Indeed, it was her older brother that first dated me and
took my virginity. EVERY girl I knew had a crush on Steve which made me
all the more proud to have him be my first, not to mention becoming his
steady girlfriend afterwards. Some girls might be embarrassed to have a
guy tell all his friends about the things they did on dates but it just
made me swollen with pride that they DID know that this little fourteen
year-old underdeveloped girl had snagged the biggest catch in school
because she was satisfying him better than any of the older girls.
When I say EVERY girl had a crush on Steve that included his younger
sister Sharon who was almost the exact same age as me. We use to
masturbate together as I told her about how her brother and I had sex
with her demanding to know every detail. She was even the first to take
nude pictures of her brother and me together. Still, no matter how she
flirted with him or even flashed him, Steve never showed the least bit of
interest in her, at least not sexually. Indeed, Steve has never been
turned on by incest, at least not when it involves him. That’s not to
see he doesn’t share the same fantasies just about every man has about
OTHER incestuous families. It’s just HE doesn’t want to have sex with
his own sister. It’s sort of like guys who contact me and tell me how
much it turns them on to read about me and my dad yet they would never do
it with their own daughter.
For purposes of full disclosure, Steve DID have sex ONCE with his mother
but that was back when we were dating and his mom “caught” us having sex.
To be fair everyone at the time was major horny - he couldn't even stop
humping me when his mom walked in the room! One thing led to another and
what is now unthinkable for him happened - he fucked his mom right there
in front of me. At the time I knew nothing about incest so you can
imagine how shocked I was to see them together like that.
To this day both Steve and Marlene swear that nothing has ever happened
like that between them since that one time. Actually even getting them
to acknowledge that it DID happen is like pulling teeth and I learned
quickly that bringing up the subject is a sure-fire conversation killer.
I mentioned Steve was a mom’s boy earlier which is all the more
intriguing considering his anti-incest stance. Apparently having SEX
with your mother is verboten but groping and making out on the couch like
two teenagers in heat is OK. Based on my amateur psychology analysis,
apparently they’ve dealt with their smoldering lust by agreeing to allow
things to progress to a certain point but once the line is reached then
that’s as far as it goes. I have to give them credit for having a lot
more willpower than I would under the circumstances!
What I mean to say is that based on their “rules”, it’s OK for Steve to
massage his mom’s boobs thru a sheer nightie but it’s NOT ok to actually
touch them on the bare skin. Nudity in front of each other, at least
unless he’s having sex with me, is strictly forbidden but so long as
you’re wearing SOMETHING, even if it’s next to nothing, then it’s OK.
Giving her son a blowjob is out of the question but rubbing his dick
though thin boxers works so long as he doesn’t cum. Rubbing her clit
through panties is allowable but pulling them aside to touch her...
never. It was really hard for me to figure it all out at first but once
I understood what was going on it sort of all made sense - in its own
rather kinky way.
Similarly I had to deal with another quirk that on the surface seemed
really weird but once I realized it was honest and well thought out I
accepted it for what it is. By that I mean Marlene’s penchant for
watching her son having sex with me.
Again, using my vast knowledge of Freudian psychology (yeah right), I
think it stems back to that day she first caught us having sex and in the
heat of the moment couldn't help herself from taking her son for herself.
now it’s like she needs to prove to herself that she can see us without
succumbing to her instinctive desires. I Do know it’s a totally
different thing than when my mom use to watch me and my dad together.
She would usually masturbate and even give words of encouragement and
make suggestions watching us whereas Marlene NEEVR touches herself or
says a word the entire time.
I’ll never forget the first time she came in while Steve was fucking me.
I was a little startled to say the least. I mean it’s not like I mind
being watched, but knowing their relationship it surprised me. Steve
just ignored her and so I didn't say anything until we were done and she
had left the room as silently as she’d entered. Apparently I wasn’t the
first girl she’d watched him with which was why he hadn't reacted to her
entrance. Well, he could have forewarned ME though!
Back to Sharon and Jim... I learned from Steve that since Sharon wasn't
able to attract her older brother’s attention she evidently turned to her
younger one - with much greater success apparently. It wasn't the sort
of thing that you can hide for long and when Steve’s mom found out about
it I guess she sort of went ballistic. Still, how could she stop them?
Eventually it became a moot point so long as they didn't flaunt it.
The two of them had attended my wedding the year before so it was the
first time I’d had a chance to talk over the situation with Sharon.
Given all the talks we’d had before about her and Steve, it wasn't like
it was a big deal for her to discuss her current relationship with Jim.
Now that they were out of school they’d moved in together in a new
neighborhood where people didn't know they were siblings. She told me
they intended to get married and have kids which I knew raised Steve’s
blood pressure so I studiously avoided the topic with him.
Last year had been our first Christmas as a married couple. After having
spent the money to attend my wedding a few months earlier, Jim and Sharon
decided to stay in southern California for the holidays so it was just
the three of us for Christmas Eve. I sort of felt sorry for his mom not
having anyone there but her one son. Still, seeing the two of them
making out on the couch after eggnog was more erotic for me to watch than
I think they’d intended.
This year I got an email from Sharon telling me that she and Jim would be
arriving Saturday morning and staying through Christmas Eve to return on
Christmas day as they had to be back at work on the 26th. Well, that
worked out perfect for me as it meant I didn't have to worry about any
schedule conflicts.
One nice thing about them getting in a couple of days early was it
allowed me some time to spend with my old girlfriend while the brothers
caught up on things, well whatever it was brothers caught up on. In
their teen years they hadn't really gotten along that well with Steve
being so much older and always teasing his younger brother. He even had
me flaunt myself and have sex once with Jim just so he would know what
his big brother was getting most every day - and Jim wasn’t.
Sharon stayed at our place for lunch while the guys went out somewhere.
She looked really great! At the wedding last year we hadn't all that
much time to talk given everything going on so this was like the first
time in ages we had some real personal time together. At first we just
discussed the usual things - careers, things going on in the community,
even some politics. Before long we got around to the elephant in the
room - her and her brother.
“So you are planning to have kids?” I asked trying not to appear TOO
incredulous and disrespectful. It wasn't like I didn't respect her of
what she believed, it was just I personally would NEVER have a baby with
my own dad which to me would be similar to having one with your own
brother.
“Why not?” Sharon asked, flipping her hair from her face, “Everyone knows
we’re getting married soon and isn’t that what married people do?”
“Sorry but I have to ask... how did all this get started?”
Sharon smiled at me and had that mischievous look in her eyes I knew so
well from back in our school days. She was always the instigator and
when she got those eyes working I knew something was about to happen that
I would probably regret later!
“I don't know really, it just happened,” she shrugged. Then she pointed
at me and said, “Actually, I would say it’s YOUR fault Kelly.”
I frowned and looked skeptical. How in the world could THAT be? I
barely said a word to Jim back then, actually trying my best to ignore
the little peeping tom. The only time I gave him the time of day was
that one time we did it and that was just to mess with him. Speaking of
which...
“You really don't know, do you?” she continued seeing the look on my
face, “Well after what you did to him that time - which was VERY cruel of
you by the way, I figured why waste my time with Steve when Jim was
available.”
“So just because he fucked me that meant he was available for YOU?” I
asked incredulously. This sounded like a pretty tall tale, even for
Sharon. “And why did it have to be a brother in the first place? You
had all sorts of guys chasing you back then.”
She shrugged and replied, “I don’t know... maybe for convenience?”
This time I couldn't hold back and laughed. “You mean you wanted to
commit INCEST because it was CONVENIENT?”
Bear in mind that Sharon has never known about me and my own dad. First,
my dad and I weren’t doing it back when we were childhood friends. Since
I’d never really seen her since she didn't have way of knowing since
fucking your dad isn’t something you post on your FaceBook page. Since
Steve’s mother wasn't aware of it either, both Steve and I agreed that it
was best that none of his family know anything, especially given his
mother’s firm stance on the subject.
“Hey, don't knock it until you try it,” she said flippantly. I had to
REALLY work hard this time not to crack a smile that might have made her
wonder.
“Whatever,” I said, effectively closing the subject and we went back to
catching up on life in general. Then another thought came to mind...
“Ummmmm, does your mom watch you guys having sex?” I asked.
Sharon’s expression was enough but she answered me anyway. “What??? Are
you kidding me? Why would you ever think that?”
Then her eyebrows furrowed and she looked at me suspiciously. “Wait a
minute.... are you saying she watches you guys? Is that why you wondered
about us?”
I started to protest even though technically she was correct but she shut
me off with an uplifted hand.
“I’m not surprised, she use to peek in on him when he would bring girls
home. I caught her a few times.”
Sharon sat back in the kitchen chair and crossed her arms grinning at me.
“So the sanctimonious bitch gets off watching you guys screwing. And she
has the nerve to say anything about me and Jim - and we keep it private.”
I was sure I liked Sharon referring to her mother as a bitch. In all
fairness Marlene has always been nothing but sweet towards me but then I
could see where in the heat of the moment Sharon might feel a little
pissed off.
Then Sharon leaned forward and whispered, “So has she ever joined in?”
Now it was my turn. “Sharon!”
Sharon leaned back again and laughed. “C’mon Kelly, I know what happened
in the basement. When they started getting all touchy feeling I pushed
Steve about it and he confessed.”
“Whatever... NO, she’s never even said a word,” I informed her.
“So she sits there and watches?” Sharon asked looking a bit taken aback,
“That’s just weird.”
Yeah, tell me about it. That was exactly my feelings the first few times
until I sort of figured her out, or at least rationalized her behavior to
myself.
“Well Sharon, face it, your whole family is a little weird,” I teased her
trying to lighten up the mood.
It seemed to work as Sharon joined in with me. “Yeah, I guess you could
say that. But then everyone can't have the Norman Rockwell family like
yours.”
“We’re not perfect by any means,” I corrected her, “Not like my parents
are still together.”
“Yeah, what’s with that anyway? I never dreamed those two would ever get
a divorce and then suddenly boom, they split. What the hell happened?”
That was one area I really didn't want to discuss. Like how to you tell
a friend that you mom left your dad because he was into little girls.
For that matter, imagine if I were to tell Sharon that her own brother,
while not in the same league as his father-in-law by any means, was also
attracted to them? What would she say if she knew that not much more
than a week ago he’d played Santa for a dozen or so girls ranging from
eleven to fifteen only in this case everyone was nude and the girls were
sitting with Santa’s hard dick inside of them as they recited their wish
list?
So instead I told her in the most diplomatic terms that I didn't want to
talk about it. As my friend, Sharon accepted it for what it was, or at
least what she THOUGHT it was and we moved on.
***************
So it was now Christmas Eve and before heading over to his mom’s place I
dragged Steve to church. While my faith is be one of the foundational
pillars of my life, for Steve religion isn’t exactly on his to-do list.
Still, he knows that there were certain times and events when attendance
is mandatory and he doesn't protest - at least not THAT much. My dad and
Aunt Linda joined us although I noticed somehow Kristi had managed to
find some excuse for her and her new husband to dodge things.
Once the service was over we headed straight to the house where we parked
next to Sharon and Jim’s rental car. I looked over at Steve and took his
hand.
“You ready big guy?” I asked. I knew he was a little uptight as this
would be the first time they’d all be together for Christmas in years.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with,” he sighed as if we were going to a
funeral rather than a family celebration.
“Oh c’mon, it won’t be THAT bad,” I teased him, slapping his arm
playfully.
“Easy for you to say. How would you feel if YOUR brother and sister were
shacking up together? And to be planning on having kids? Good Lord!” he
asked and then he leaned his head back with his eyes rolled up. “Yeah
right, look who I’m talking to.”
Unfortunately we really hadn't talked this through as in general anytime
I brought up the subject of Sharon and Jim, or even anything sexual about
his mother, it was like this steel door came down over his face and the
conversation ended.
“You know Steve, incest really can be a wonderful thing,” I said gently,
squeezing his hand in mine, “Besides, you know how I feel about incestual
pregnancies but it’s not for us to judge. They’re family so you have to
support them no matter what.”
He just grunted and started to turn to get out but I held him back. We
needed to get some of this out of the way before it ruined the evening.
“Look, I see how you and your mom are when you’re together. It’s obvious
you both are physically attracted to one another. I mean like you
practically are doing it now so I really don’t understand why you don't
just stop fighting it and let nature take its course.”
I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion but instead Steve
just sat there in silence, staring through the windshield without even
acknowledging what I’d said. Well, as it’s said... in for a penny, in
for a pound.
“It’s not your fault. It’s only natural that a son be attracted to his
mother... or for a mother to want the love and attention of her son -
especially her first born. I think that’s why it bothers you so much to
see Sharon and Jim together, because they have what you want but won’t
allow yourself to have. Especially when it’s something you CAN have as
you know your mother wants it too.”
Steve took a deep breath before he spoke which was never a good sign. It
just meant instead of exploding he was trying to stay calm but one way or
the other he wasn't happy with me.
“I really don't think this is the time or place for this discussion
Kelly,” he said slowly in a soft voice, “Whatever the case, what I do
with my mom is between me and her. I don’t do anything about what you do
with your dad so why don’t you give me that same courtesy? Just because
you think incest is so great doesn’t mean it’s for everyone you know.
Isn’t that what you tell everyone else?”
With that he pulled away from me and got out of the truck, leaving me
sitting there alone in the cold. Well I guess he told me!
****************
Once inside Steve was all smiles and it was like our conversation had
never taken place. He gave Sharon a big hug and even hugged Jim although
not quite as tightly as he had his sister. Steve may not want to have
sex with Sharon but they always got along, or at least didn’t fight.
Jim took our coats and Sharon admired my new Christmas dress that I’d
worn to church. It was deep red and went around the back of my neck
halter style, tied up under my boobs so it lifted them up and helped
bulge my cleavage out through the deep cut in the middle. From there it
hung tight to my midsection and hips before loosening up slightly down
about mid-thigh.
“Nice,” she said approvingly, “And you wore THIS to church?”
I nodded and she shook her head, “Guess some things never change...
except maybe your bra size. Oops, forgot... no bras, right?”
We laughed and went into the living room where someone’s iPod was playing
traditional Christmas songs though one of those speaker systems where you
just plug and play. After some cookies, crackers and wine we took our
seats with Jim and Sharon perched on the love seat while Steve too the
middle of the couch flanked by his mom on the right and me on the left.
Steve and I were the only ones really dressed up but then the others
obviously hadn't just attended church so there really was no need.
Sharon was wearing a pair of flannel boy shorts and a cami with a glitter
reindeer in front. It was tight enough to remind me of why I use to be
jealous of her back in the day. She never had the really large boobs
that Beth. my BFF, was endowed with but they were virtually perfect when
it came to shape. Thirteen years later they were even better if
anything.
Jim was in sweatpants and a plain black sweatshirt with the sleeves
pushed up to his elbows. He had on thick grey wool socks which must have
been more comfortable than Sharon’s bare feet. The only thing keeping
her feet warm was the red nail polish on her toes!
As for Marlene she was wearing what she always seemed to wear around the
house, a long white housecoat that tied around the middle. It came down
almost to about mid-calf and only opened up again at her neck. It looked
quite warm - much more so than Sharon’s skimpy outfit. Judging from the
way her nipples were poking through the cami, maybe Sharon needed a robe
to keep herself warm as well.
For the next hour or so it was just routine family talk with Sharon and
Jim telling about their jobs, new home and friends. Conveniently left
out of the picture was WHY they had sought out a new place and there was
no mention of any upcoming nuptials or children. Everyone was playing
nice, staying relatively neutral and safe.
“So maybe it’s time to open presents?” Marlene offered and we all agreed.
Steve had brought ours in earlier in a shopping bag which I distributed
to each recipient. Jim and Sharon had their own as I hadn't thought it
politically correct to buy them a gift as a couple, at least not this
year. Apparently Marlene had used the same logic as she handed them each
a small present but gave me and Steve a single gift.
Nobody had gone overboard thank goodness. Marlene had gone the practical
route, giving Steve and me bed sheets of all things. Not that we
couldn't use them but still, sheets?
A little more wine and eggnog followed the presents and everyone was
loosening up. I got the idea that this wasn't the first bottle of wine
that had been opened this evening not to mention whatever was mixed in
with the eggnog. For someone like me who normally doesn’t consume much
in terms of alcohol, my head was buzzing. Together with the late hour I
found myself nodding and then drifting off with my head on Steve’s
shoulder.
I only dozed for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, or so it seemed at the
time. I woke with a blanket over me, leaning back into the corner of the
couch. Rubbing my eyes, I tried to focus on the candle on the coffee
table as they seemed to be the only source of illumination in the room.
Sitting up, I didn’t see Jim or Sharon and the love seat was empty.
As my eyes cleared and adjusted to the dim room I saw on the other side
of the couch Steve turned away from me with his arms around his mother.
From what I could tell they were kissing and it wasn't simple peck on the
cheek from the sounds of things. I leaned over to get a better look and
saw Marlene’s robe was still tightly closed above the belt but with her
legs crossed it had opened up to expose most of her legs up to her
thighs. Steve was taking advantage of the situation - maybe he’d even
helped move it up a bit, who knows? His left hand was on her upper thigh
while his right was around her neck and planted on her boob through the
heavy robe.
As for Marlene, she wasn't exactly just lying back and taking it all in.
Twisting toward him, her right hand was firmly planted in Steve’s crotch,
cupping his balls and dick through his black dress slacks. Neither one
of them seemed to notice that I was awake and watching but then I had a
feeling it wouldn't have mattered if they did.
Oh well, it’s not like this was the first time I’d seen this sort of
behavior and if past experience was a teacher then I knew it was about
all the entertainment that there would be. God, I wanted to scream at
them sometimes as it seemed like such a silly game for them to play.
With all the wine and eggnog I had to go to pee REALLY bad which is
probably what woke me in the first place. I quietly stood up and made my
way to the bathroom. On my way I passed by the spare room where Steve
use to sleep when he lived with his mom before we got married. Evidently
it was now the guest room and had been absconded by Jim and Sharon.
“Oh yeah!” I heard from behind the door which I noticed hadn't been shut
tightly.
Peering through the opening I couldn't see the bed directly but I COULD
see the dresser and the mirror above it which afforded a reflection of
what was going on in the bed. It had been a long time since I’d seen
Sharon naked but there she was in her birthday suit on top of her also
naked brother in a 69 with her knees on either side of him such that her
hairy crotch was planted on his face. Oddly my first thought was
surprise that she left it so bushy but then I watched as his hands were
on her bare hips while she sucked on his dick - which had grown
significantly in the thirteen years since I’d last had any dealings with
it.
As tempting as it was, I REALLY had to go potty so I continue down the
hallway and made it to the bathroom before I peed on myself - barely
making it in the nick of time. Had I been wearing tight jeans instead of
the dress... who knows?
As I sat on the toilet I thought about the others in the house, how my
husband was making out with his mother while his brother and sister were
doing the nasty in the guest room. It struck me how different it was
from my own family where everyone was open and honest with one another
and nobody played these sort of silly mind games. To see Sharon sucking
on her brother’s dick yet THEY were the ones Marlene didn't approve of
while at the same time her own son was feeling her up like a football
player with the head cheerleader seemed a little backwards to me. At
least Sharon and Jim didn’t try to pretend there wasn't anything between
them. Like, what was the real difference between stroking your son
through his pants or without anything in the way?
Back when I first saw Steve and his mom doing their thing it use to turn
me on as I kept thinking sooner or later they would escalate things to
the next level. Tonight wasn't as hot with the heavy robe she was
wearing and the pants her had on but in the past the line had been much
narrower. I remembered one hot summer night when she wore a loose T-
shirt that didn't even make it to her belly button with a flimsy pair of
panties underneath. Several times rather than the T-shirt she just had
on her bra. One night for some reason she really pushed things with a
sheer black nightie that only tied in the middle with a single bow with
matching sheer black panties. Now you tell me what the difference is
between allowing yourself to be fondled through a sheer negligee and not
bothering with anything in the way at all?
For Steve it was sort of the same in that he would favor one of two
extremes - loose gym shorts or boxers or tight bikini style Jockey
underwear. The only thing keeping him from spilling out of the loose
ones was the fact he had an erection the whole time so his dick wasn't
flopping down though the openings at the legs. What worked for the loose
clothes was almost too much for the tight ones as then his erection was
practically pushing its way past the elastic waist band. I have to say I
love seeing him in the tight pair as it outlines his manhood quite
nicely!
Still, no matter how far they pushed it there was always that last line
that was never crossed. Personally I don't understand how they’re able
to control themselves when they get so carried away. Remarkably, despite
her ministrations I’ve never seen Steve cum as if there was some private
signal between them that warns her to back off. The most ever I’ve seen
have been some dark spots where his precum soaks through the grey bikini
bottoms. The same went for Marlene. IF she has ever had an orgasm from
Steve’s working her boobs and clit through her panties then she has
hidden it pretty damn well. Like Steve, I’ve noticed as few signs of
wetness in her panties after he fondles her but nothing like the flood of
a major orgasm.
The more I thought about all these things the hotter I was becoming and
my fingers began to work my pussy as I leaned back on the toilet seat.
God I was soooooo horny! For a moment I considered whether Sharon and
Jim might be interested in me joining them but then Sharon had never even
broached the subject. From what I could determine based on our
conversations, they only had sex with each other and never even mentioned
doing anyone else - boy OR girl. Sure we masturbated together back in
school but then I did that with most of my friends and it never went any
further to where we would touch each other. It wasn’t until college
(ignoring my mom and her sister) that I had actual sex with a girl where
I touched her and licked her and she did the same to me.
I was on my own but then it’s not like that was so bad. I LOVE to
masturbate and it’s all the better when you’ve got things going on around
you to encourage your fantasies and dreams. I began to imagine myself
sneaking out to the living room to find Steve’s mom finally sucking on
her son’s wonderful hard cock, soon followed by him slipping his
incestuous erection in his mother’s warm wet pussy.
My pussy was SOOOOOO hot and wet! Now I was using two hand - one to push
a couple of fingers inside of me and the other to toy with my hard
sensitive clit. I wanted SOOOOO bad to cum and I was SOOOOO close....
Mmmmmmm, I imagined Jim fucking me, taking his hard dick in me again so
many years after our first time. Only this time his sister would be
watching and then I’d lick her wet pussy for the first time as her
brother fucked me hard from behind. My fingers were flying on my clit as
I imagined him crying out as he came in me. Once he was done I imagined
crawling up onto Sharon and squatting over face as she opened her mouth
and stuck out her tongue to take her brother’s sperm as it leaked out of
my freshly fucked pussy.
That final image of Jim’s cum fresh from my pussy all over Sharon’s
tongue and lips set me off and I tried not to scream as my orgasm finally
took hold of me. I was doubled over with what probably would have looked
like pain to anyone watching but it was just the opposite - the most
exquisite pleasure imaginable.
When I’d finished I wiped myself off with toilet paper and pulled my
panties back up from my ankles. The pressure of the soft material,
slight as it was, was enough to make me jump as it pressed on my
ultrasensitive clit.
Back in the hallway I peeked into the guestroom again. Things had
advanced quite a bit since I’d first looked in on them. Sharon was on
her side with her left leg held up by her brother’s hand as he spooned
her from behind. This time I was afforded a much better view of her
frontal naked body thanks to the bed lamp. Actually, it couldn't have
been any better if I had posed them myself. Jim’s hardened dick was
slowly moving in and out of her, as if he was trying to sustain himself
as long as possible and enjoy every moment. It was the sort of thing my
husband or even my dad would do when they weren’t in any rush but just
wanted to “savor the moment” as my dad use to tell me.
A flicker caught my eye and I saw that Sharon’s nipples were both pierced
by small silver rings with yet another in her navel. I also was able to
make out a tattoo just above the hairline of her crotch that appeared to
be a butterfly. The meaning behind that was a total mystery to me.
Neither of them was making a sound other than Sharon gasping when her
brother would thrust himself hard up inside of her. He would hold it
there for a few seconds, pushing it hard against her as she ground her
hips to move it inside of her. Her eyes were closed as she held her boob
in her hand whole her brother’s incestuous dick did its job.
Once again my pussy tingled and I found myself reaching for the door
edge. I caught myself before touching he door and instead pressed my
hand between my legs and almost gasped involuntarily. Damn I was so
horny!
It certainly didn’t help matters when I got back to the living room and
found Steve and his mom almost in the exact same position as before only
now Steve had his hand up under the bottom of his mom’s robe, well up in
fact. Judging from the way his mom was reacting I had a pretty good idea
where it was. Marlene’s eyes were tightly shut as she leaned into her
son with one leg draped over the arm of the couch and the other over
Steve’s leg. She had her hand in his crotch, gripping what I knew had to
be a massive hard-on underneath his pants.
You would think that after a year of this I’d be a little jaded from all
the teasing and “almost but not quite” game the two of them played but
this time in the dim light from the kitchen I had to wonder if maybe
something had happened. Had the fine thread separating them from
crossing the line finally snapped? Maybe the goings on between her
younger kids had been the proverbial final straw.
So far the robe had kept everything of true importance out of sight. I
could infer what might be happening underneath but there was only one way
to be sure. I didn't even know what she was wearing beneath the heavy
robe - if anything. Normally, like my mom and most woman I knew of her
generation, she never went without panties and a bra but then the way
things were going tonight who could know for sure?
Wow, talk about a night of temptations! Twice now I’d erred on the side
of caution when it came to Sharon and Jim. I had to wonder if knowing
them both so well when I was younger had anything to do with my decision.
The only time I’d been with a brother and sister together for sex had
been with younger siblings which was an entirely different situation. On
the face of things I’d love to have a threesome with a brother and sister
but there was just something about this whole evening that was too
surreal, even for me.
Sitting back in the corner of the loveseat across from the couch, I
watched the scene unfolding before me like I was watching some movie on
the Lifetime Network. I could almost see the title scrolling through the
TV guide... “The Final Temptation” or maybe “Crossing the Line”. I was
STILL incredibly horny and once again the temptation came over me like a
tsunami to join in, just as it had a little earlier with Sharon and her
brother. What if I went beside the couch can undid the robe, opening it
and the caressing her boobs as my husband finally made love to his
mother?
Any such thoughts were ended when Marlene took her hand off Steve’s
crotch and then with both hands undid her robe and pulled it open. I
held my breath as she pulled it open and then I saw that true to form,
she WAS wearing a matching red bra and panties set, not that there was
much of either.
Meanwhile Steve hadn’t taken his hand from her crotch but now I was able
to see what had been hidden until now. Indeed, he was fingering her but
as has always been the case, at least when I was watching. His palm was
flat against his mom’s crotch with his middle finger pushing in against
the thin fabric. He seemed to be right over her clit and from the way
she was reacting, she was enjoying every second of it.
I knew that while they may not have sex, there was no way that this time
she wasn't going to cum. Maybe Steve would along with her as he
certainly seemed close from the way he was moving his hips under her
touch. Either way, I barely blinked as I waited holding my breath for
the inevitable conclusion.
“No!” suddenly Marlene gasped, pulling her hand from Steve’s crotch so
she could grab his hand and draw it away from her own. She gasped,
yanking her robe back together and leaning forward. Then she looked up
and our eyes met. Was that guilt I saw... or maybe a touch of anger that
I was there so they couldn't finish.
“Would you like some dessert?” she asked me, running her hand through her
hair to straighten it out and then tying her robe back together again.
I was totally caught off guard by her question and just sat there
dumbfounded. Like, how do you go from the brink of an orgasm to being
the hostess as if nothing had just happened?
Just then we were joined by Sharon and Jim with Sharon now in a long
terry robe with Jim in pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. Both were barefoot
and both had the look of someone who was well-satisfied.
“Someone say something about dessert?” Jim asked as Marlene left Steve on
the couch and headed for the kitchen.
As we walked into the kitchen, Sharon moved up close to me and whispered
in my ear, “So did we miss anything?”
I looked at her like I had no idea what she was talking about but I
wasn't following her. She winked at me and took a seat at the table.
We left soon after and made it home without a word about what had
happened earlier. The self-imposed silence continued when we got home
and even as we started to make love in bed.
“Steve...,” I finally started to say as my husband mated me.
Steve somehow seemed to know what I was going to ask and he just shushed
me as he pumped me in a simple missionary position. As he came in me I
just laid back with my legs tightly wrapped around my wonderful husband.
Yes, of everything that had happened today, THIS was by far the best
moment!
Chapter 3 - Christmas With MY Family - Act One
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Christmas morning arrived and thank goodness we’d set the alarm or most
likely we’d slept in until past noon. It was going to be a hectic day
and that meant getting an early start.
Assuming things went as planned today would be the equivalent of a three
act play. Act One would feature just me and Steve as we celebrated
Christmas between just the two of us. Act Two would be a quick stop at
my dad’s house to maintain our Christmas traditions. Finally Act Three
would be at my Uncle Jim and Aunt Shari’s house as it was their turn to
host the annual Christmas party for my dad’s side of the family.
Act One was simple. Sure I had a number of traditions dating back years,
I think it’s important that Steve and I establish some of our own. One
year doesn’t make a tradition so if I was going to get things established
then it would have to be a continuation from last year which meant sex by
the Christmas tree.
“C’mon!” I extolled my husband after he’d shaved and brushed his teeth.
He was about to step in the shower but I knew that was just a waste of
time.
“What the...?” he questioned me as I dragged him out of the bathroom
towards the living room. We were both stark naked and the apartment was
a bit chilly but that didn't matter. If my plans were carried out we’d
be heating things up pretty quickly.
Once by the tree I saw the drapes were open and theoretically anyone
could be watching us but with the lights out and the glare from the
outside that wasn't very likely. Besides, who cared? Wrapping my arms
around his neck, I jumped into his arms and my legs circled his waist and
I locked my ankles as his hands reached down and cupped my buttocks. We
kissed and then I grinned at him.
“Remember what we did last year for Christmas morning?”
I knew he must remember every moment but he tried to pretend he had to
think about it and then his face brightened.
“Ohhhhhh, so THAT is what this is all about.”
I kissed him as a reward for answering correctly. “You know, if we do it
two years in a row then that makes it a new tradition.”
Steve shook his head at me. “You and your silly traditions.”
“Hey, they’re NOT silly,” I protested playfully, “Now fuck me.”
He did!
Sometimes it’s WHERE you fuck someone that makes it memorable. I’ll
never forget the time my dad took me from behind as I stood out on the
lookout point overlooking the city the night my dad took me out to
dinner. It was chilly and I had just raised my dress up enough for him
to pull my thing aside and get in me but it was enough. Grasping the
railing in the darkness I leaned over and felt him thrusting into me,
seemingly oblivious to the traffic behind us. Sure we’d been in this
position before - I mean our sexual position, not geographic, but never
at this particular spot. THAT is what makes that particular time stick
in my mind so brilliantly.
Such it was this morning with Steve. As I laid on the floor under him
with my head at the edge of the tree I smiled - yes because I love
anytime my body is joined with my husband’s, but also because I knew that
we would be doing this next year... and the year after and then who knows
for how many years after that.
As my tongue licked off Steve’s dwindling cock, savoring the odd mix of
male and female cum, he leaned back on his hands on the floor as I lay
between his legs.
“Well, NOW can I take a shower?” he said playfully as he lifted up one
hand to run his fingers through my rumpled hair.
Actually we both needed a shower but I knew if we got in together that
we’d never get to my dad’s on time so I took mine first to allow me to
fix my hair when he took his.
“So what are you wearing to your dad’s this morning?” Steve asked as he
shaved, “Or just a coat?”
“Steve!”
He laughed at my protests but it made me feel good to see him in such
good spirits considering what was coming up next. While Steve supported
me when it came to my obligations and duties as my father’s daughter,
it’s not like he especially is thrilled by it and usually tends to avoid
the subject. Even an oblique reference such as this was a positive sign.
I opened the closet and took out a dress covered in a plastic store bag.
“Ready?” I asked him as I posed like a game show model about to show what
was behind the curtain.
“Well frankly I think you’re looking just fine in that!” he said grinning
at me.
He was referring to the bright red lace bra and panty set I was wearing.
As I’d put it on a few minutes earlier, I couldn't help but think to
myself how it was similar to that which his mom had been wearing the
night before. Of course my boobs weren’t the size of hers but I knew my
ass was a whole lot tighter than hers. Hers had been on the skimpy side
but mine was downright scandalous - at least to some people.
Unfortunately I was barefoot but at least I had on the gold rope ankle
bracelet on my left leg. Still, I knew that if I had on my matching new
pumps that my legs would’ve looked better - not to mention a little
tightening of my ass which never hurts. Still, Steve didn't seem to mind
from the way he kept staring at me.
“Tada!” I giggled as I pulled off the plastic. At first I could see in
his eyes that he wasn’t quite grasping it but then he made a good effort
to pretend he did.
“Oh wow, that is hot!” he tried with obvious lack of any real feeling.
“Just wait a moment,” I assured him as I took the dress off the hangar
and pulled it on. Straightening it out, I reached in the closet for the
box with my new shoes and quickly slipped them on.
“Well? Better now?” I asked as I put on my best modeling pose with hand
on hip.
NOW I had his attention.
“Whoa!” he whistled, “You’re wearing THAT to your family thing today?”
“Why, does it make me look fat?” I asked, checking myself out in the
mirror.
The dress was pure red like my Christmas Eve one but other than that it
was a completely different style. This one was a sleeveless number that
came around tight under my arms with the one inch shoulder straps wide
out on my shoulders to allow for a wide opening in front. It was cut
extremely low which allowed for a LOT of cleavage AND upper boobs to
show. From there it was tight all the way down to the high cut hem that
covered my butt completely but not much of my legs. It was the sort of
dress that you didn’t spend a lot of time sitting down while wearing it.
Steve wasn’t stupid so he knew better than to answer that question.
Instead he came over and kissed me, his hand exploring the bottom of my
dress. I reached behind me and pushed his hands sway.
“Down boy!” I teased him, “We’re late enough as it is.”
Chapter 4 - Christmas With MY Family - Act Two
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It didn't take long to get to my dad’s. All the way there I grew more
and more excited like I was a little girl again. What did my dad get me
this year? I knew it would have to be something special.
“So how long do we have to stay at your dad’s?” Steve asked as he drove.
“I don't know, I guess it depends on what he gives me this year,” I
answered. I knew where he was going with this. It was about as close as
he could get to saying he wished we weren't going without causing
trouble.
“You know my Aunt Linda will be there,” I pointed out the obvious. Of
course she would be there - she lived there.
“Whatever,” he mumbled under his breath. Boy, he must be really up tight
this time. Normally all I had to was hint about my mom’s sexpot sister
and bingo, he was up and ready.
Thankfully we arrived at my dad’s place before things could get out of
hand. Steve parked at the top of the driveway meaning we would enter
through the front door instead of driving down to the bottom with the
basement entrance.
“Merry Christmas!” we were greeted by my aunt at the door.
Oh wow, it was just like her to dress up like one of Santa’s helpers at
the mall. She even had on the silly hat. Only rather than wearing green
tights she had on black fishnet thigh-high hose with stilettos in lieu of
elf shoes. It was easy to see where the hose ended as the outfit only
came down within a couple of inches of the elastic tops. Also, if the
Santa helpers at the mall wore outfits cut as low in front as hers there
would be a lot more fathers taking their kids to see Santa! All in all
she didn't look bad for a woman in her mid-forties, not bad at all!
“Too much?” she said with a grin that belied any concern on her part.
Yeah, like she was worried about THAT. Well, at least she was wearing
clothes which was always a 50-50 things anytime I came over.
Steve helped me off with my winter coat and my aunt stood back with her
hands on her hips taking in my own outfit.
“Now THAT is what I call a Christmas dress,” she said admiringly, “Love
the ankle bracelet by the way - didn’t your dad give you that?”
I nodded adding, “Yeah, it was a Christmas gift.”
“Well come on in then... you’re late you know,” she said as she led the
way to the downstairs family room where the tree was set up.
My dad was waiting for us looking like he’d not woken up himself all that
long ago. He was wearing his favorite around-the-house sweatpants and a
Steeler sweatshirt with a pair of warm slippers.
“Merry Christmas daddy!” I greeted him as I rushed to give him a kiss and
a hug.
“Wow, love the dress Kelly,” he said when our lips finally parted and he
stood back to take a closer look at me.
“I bet Aunt Shari’s gonna love it,” I said teasingly.
“Oh so you’re planning on wearing it this afternoon as well?” he said
with a look of surprise. “You know that someday your poor aunt’s going
to have a heart attack or stroke thanks to you.”
We all laughed and took seats with me and Steve on the couch, my dad in
his recliner and my Aunt Linda in the matching one next to it. For a
brief moment I remembered how it use to be my mom sitting in that chair
and now to see her sister in her place seemed a little sad but I guess
that’s how things work out sometimes.
We WERE running quite a bit late so we got right down to the gift
exchanges. There weren’t all that many as we’d agreed long before to
limit ourselves to a few token items more in spirit of the season than
anything expensive or big. Most were gag gifts, like my dad giving my
aunt a new vibrator - she was into them as much as my mom had been.
Finally it came down to one gift under the tree - wrapped in pink paper
with a red bow, the same as it was every year for so long now. It didn't
need a tag on it to say who it was for, or who it was from for that
matter.
“Looks like there’s one left for Kelly,” my aunt said smiling at me.
Then she got up and stood in front of Steve and extended her hand.
“C’mon stud, let’s head upstairs and leave these two alone.”
Steve quickly got up without any hesitation as if he’d just been pardoned
and couldn't wait to leave. While he didn’t know what was in the
present, he certainly knew what it meant to me and more or less what it
would entail.
I tried not to frown as once more I wished my husband wasn't so weirded
out by my relationship with my father. After what he’d done with his
mother last night it seemed a little crazy that he couldn't deal with me
and my dad having sex. Well, at least he didn’t do anything to oppose me
either so I had that to be thankful for.
As they headed up the stairs, my dad sat up in his chair and then got up
to get his present for me.
“For my little girl,” he said softly as he handed it to me.
“Oh daddy, “I’m not so little anymore you know,” I responded although I
knew what he meant by it.
“That’s true,” he said teasingly as he playfully poked my boobs’ “But
you’ll ALWAYS be my precious little girl,” he went on as he leaned over
to kiss me. Our lips met and mouths opened as our tongues played.
I couldn't wait to open my present so rather than make out with my dad I
started to unwrap it as he sat back down again and watched. Paper flew
as I ripped it off and then opened the cardboard box.
Every year for the past fifteen years or so at this moment I would take
off the top and see some new outfit laying inside, usually wrapped in
pink tissue. This year, however, was different. Instead, a small black
jewelry box was snuggled in the center.
“Daddy?” I asked questioningly as I took it out of the bigger box.
“Just open it baby,” he said gently, “I was going for something different
this year.”
Gingerly I flipped the cover open and gasped. Inside was a beautiful
gold necklace with a cross attached that was made of the most brilliant
diamonds. The necklace itself was exquisite made of ultra-fine strands
of gold woven into a braid. The cross was about an inch long with a gold
base studded with diamonds that shown beautifully even in the dim light
of the family room. Oh my god, it had to cost a fortune!
“Oh daddyyyyyyyy,” I said in a voice choked with emotion, “It’s
beautiful!” The I paused and looked at it again before saying, “It’s too
much though.”
My father reached out and put his hand on my knee. “Nothing is too much
for my little girl.”
“Put it on me daddy,” I said, handing it to him but he sat back and
smiled at me. I’d made the required protest but I had no intention of
pushing the matter. I LOVED it!
“Aren't we forgetting something?” he teased me.
At first I was too wrapped up with the necklace to grasp what he was
saying but then it hit me... oh yeah!
“So THIS is my outfit this year, eh?” I asked him with a naughty smile.
He looked a little sheepish, almost like a boy caught with his hand in
the cookie jar. “That was sort of the general idea I guess.”
“Wait a minute then,” I said as I took the box and quickly headed up the
stairs into the kitchen hallway. My pussy was tingling as the idea of
what I was about to do ran through my head.
Once upstairs I didn't see anyone but I could hear something in the
living room so despite my rush to get back to my dad I took a peek just
to check things out. Sure enough, there was my husband sitting on the
sofa by the window with his pants and boxers down at his ankles while a
sexy Santa’s helper was bouncing on his stiff dick. She’d pulled down
the top to expose her boobs to him and he had his head buried between
them as she pulled him into her chest.
It didn't appear they needed any help from me so I quickly took off my
dress and thong and laid them carefully out on the kitchen table. I
chose to keep on my pumps and ankle bracelet - the bracelet as it was a
past Christmas gift from my dad so it seemed appropriate to leave it on.
I already was wearing a simple gold necklace but it was nothing compared
to the quality of the one my dad had just given me, nor did it have a
diamond cross so it went to the wayside as I fixed the clasp of my new
one behind my neck. The cross dangled down just above my cleavage as my
nipples poked out nice and hard from the cool air.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly walked down the wooden basement stairs as
my dad turned to observe my approach. I felt like a Miss America
contestant making her way to the stage as my “judge” monitored and
evaluated my every move. Strutting my stuff, I eventually stood in front
of him and “modeled” my new outfit - so to speak.
“It looks perfect on you,” he said softly, almost inaudible even in the
silence, “But then again, YOU look perfect.”
“Oh daddy, I don't know what to say... it’s so beautiful!”
My dad then grinned and sat back in the recliner. “You don't have to SAY
anything,” he said directly to me as he pulled his sweatpants down to his
ankles.
I couldn't help but smile at his lack of subtlety. Well, he’d behaved
himself pretty well so far so I couldn't fault him for finally caving in
to his carnal instincts. After all, if I was ever to stand all but nude
in front of a man wearing nothing but a necklace around my neck and ankle
along with a pair of four inch pumps and he DIDN’T react then my life
would pretty much be over!
“Hmmmmmm, so what does my naughty daddy want for Christmas?” I said as I
turned slowly in a circle to show him my bare butt once again.
“That’s simple... What any father with a daughter like you would want,”
he answered but it wasn't enough for me.
“Tell me daddy, tell me what you want,” I almost pleaded with him, “Tell
me how to please you. I want to make you happy.”
That was when it happened, the moment I was waiting for. Up until now
anyone watching or listening to us would have just seen some playful
flirting and teasing - putting aside the fact I was naked in front of my
dad while he had his pants down to his ankles But now... now it was
different. It was like a switch was thrown and something happened to my
father, like some spirit had possessed him. It was the way he looked at
me, the way his face was suddenly almost expressionless. His eyes were
the most telling with the way they seemed to almost penetrate me with
pure lust and desire.
It was times like this when I felt like my father REALLY wanted me more
than anything else in the world. When I knew he desired me in a way
different from any other woman, even my mother. I was the object of his
most base sexual instincts, the focal point of his need for sexual
gratification.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw him like this - it was the first
time he fucked me. As he entered my bedroom that fateful day it was like
he transformed before my very eyes like some cheesy werewolf movie. One
moment he was the smiling playful father at my doorway and then suddenly
he was replaced by this hungry lustful man thirsting for my sexuality as
he prepared to take me for the very first time. What REALLY made it
erotic for me was I knew once he reached this stage there was no turning
back, no telling him no. We WERE going to have sex - period.
“I want to fuck you,” he almost growled as he reached out for me, “God
you’re so sexy... so hot... so damn fuckable.”
Smiling now I stepped in between his legs as he grabbed me by my bare
hips and pulled me in closer. He leaned over so my boobs hung in his
face and he took each nipple in his mouth and bit it softly, then licked
it and sucked on it.
“Fuck me daddy,” I whispered in his ear, “Please fuck me... I’ll do
anything for you... ANYTHING!”
As I submitted myself to my father I thought that this is what “true”
submission is all about. It’s not domination or anything kinky. No
leather or whips. No slavery or nonconsensual acts. Submitting yourself
to someone totally and completely is the purest act of love outside of
sex itself. It represents complete faith and trust in your partner.
Yes, I told my dad I would do ANYTHING for him but I also knew that he
would never ask me to do anything against my will or beliefs, or even if
I just didn't like it. Even if he did I would do it but the point was
moot, he never would.
My new necklace dangled onto his head as he moved from one breast to the
other, licking and sucking on them as I moaned with pleasure. His hands
moved to my buttocks, taking each in one hand and squeezing me like he
was making bread.
“You have such a perfect ass,” he mumbled against my chest.
Dropping down to my knees, I took his erection in my hand and stroked him
slowly as I looked up into his face and our eyes met.
“Do you want me to suck your dick daddy?” I asked in my best little girl
impression. Well, he never got to hear me say that when I was younger,
much as I know now that he had wished, so why not play out the fantasy?
“Yes baby... suck your daddy’s hard cock... suck it good.”
Which I did. You don't blow a few hundred dicks without becoming pretty
darn good at it, LOL. Besides, it’s like it has always come natural to
me. Even my very first one succeeded in terms of making Steve cum in my
mouth and he later raved to everyone at school about how good I was.
The basement seemed so quiet! It was like every slurp and sound I made
as I sucked my father’s dick reverberated in the silence, masked only by
the occasional gasp or groan when I would tease him with my tongue or
play with his balls in just the right way. The best response was also
the most predictable - the long steady moan when I would descend on him
until my nose pressed against the very base of his cock, his thick pubic
hair smashed against my cheeks as I took every inch of him into my mouth
and throat.
“Oh god baby... you’re incredible,” were the next words out of my dad’s
mouth finally as I lifted my head off him after a particularly long deep
throating. I beamed at him with pride!
“Come here... I gotta have you now,” he blurted out as he pulled me up by
my upper arms.
Being careful not to poke him with my narrow heels, I straddled him in
the recliner using the back to support me as I gripped it with my hands.
I could feel him under me, poking up against me as it sought out my pussy
like a pack of dogs on the scent. Wanting it as much as he did, I
reached down and used my fingers to nudge him until he was just in the
right position and then I lowered myself down onto him until I was
squatting on his lap.
“That better daddy?” I giggled as I ground my naked bottom onto his lap.
He could only moan which was good enough for me!
Rather than bouncing on him I just rotated my hips around him, grinding
my pussy down onto his crotch as his coarse dark pubic hair acted almost
like a brush against my shaved pussy. Now and then he would thrust up
against me, more like an involuntary reaction as he enjoyed feeling
himself inside of me.
“I love my new necklace daddy,” I said as I held it out from my chest to
his face, taking a brief pause and just sitting there mounted on top of
him.
“I love more who’s wearing it,” he replied, giving me a little extra
boost as he thrust his hips up once.
“Mmmmmmm, you feel so good in me daddy,” I whispered into his ear, “I
love it so much when I feel you in me this way.”
“Lean back.. let me see,” he demanded.
Then he put his hands on my back to support me as I leaned back to allow
us both to look down and see where his cock was penetrating me. It
looked so erotic to see just the base of his dick while the rest of it
disappeared between my wet pussy lips. Where the “missing” part had gone
was easy for me to tell from the way I could feel it filling me up
inside. Knowing it was my own father’s incestuous dick filling me made
it even better.
“I never get tired of seeing this,” he sighed as I reached down to play
with my clit while he watched. I groaned as I reached orgasm quickly and
cried out to him.
“Fuck me... fuck me daddy oh fuck me more,” I pleaded as I began to shake
and shiver as if suddenly I was freezing cold yet if anything, my pussy
felt like it was burning up! Each time giving me the ultimate sign of
his love for me. Giving me his love, his desire, a piece of him.
Exhausted, he couldn’t hold himself up any longer so he flopped over onto
his side and then his back, gasping for air and sweating profusely even
though the basement was the coldest room in the house. I turned on my
side, pressing up against him so my boobs were against his side and my
leg was draped over him so my sperm-filled crotch was rubbing up against
his hip bone.
“I love so very much daddy,” I said softly as my fingers ran over his
hairy chest as he fought to catch his breath, “I love being your
daughter.”
We both must have fallen asleep because it was like moments later that
someone was nudging me. At least it seemed like moments to me.
“Hey you two horny toads, we’re late already and you haven’t even
showered yet.”
My eyes struggled to focus but I had no trouble identifying my aunt as
she leaned over to poke me again.
“That’s it... up and at it,” she pestered me, “Steve and I are done so
the bathroom’s all yours.”
After all these years I still never understood why my dad hadn't put in a
second bathroom. Sure there was a toilet in the basement but that’s all
it was - commonly referred to as a “Pittsburgh toilet” as it was the
practice back in the old days to include the appliance in the basement of
multi-story homes. At least this one had been enclosed by plywood walls.
I’d been in a number of homes where it just stood out in the open like a
throne.
I struggled to my feet, feeling a little unbalanced as if I’d been
drinking but after a few steps everything was OK again. Walking up the
stairs, I looked back to see my aunt working on my dad. Good luck with
that one! When he was out like this after sex I knew sometimes he could
pass out for hours.
Opening the door to the kitchen I stepped out and saw Steve seated with a
cup of coffee. He was dressed and looked sharp in his new Christmas
slacks and long-sleeved shirt.
“You’re dripping,” he said casually as he took a sip of coffee.
Like I didn’t know. My dad must have been saving up a good load or he
was just extra horny as it was like my pussy had been flooded with sperm.
I guess it’s a bit ironic that after all that it took to get it up inside
of me simple gravity was enough to get it back out.
So anyway I just gave him a eyes-in-the back-if-my-head look and ignored
him. I was headed for the shower so what did it matter? It wasn't like
I was going to the Christmas party with my dad’s cum running down my leg.
“So what did he get you to wear this year?” Steve asked me before I could
leave for the stairs to the second floor.
I reached to my chest and held out the diamond for him to see. His eyes
bulged a little when he saw all the diamonds. Then his mind started to
work...
“So THAT was what he bought you to wear? Just that?”
I just giggled at first and then said, “Well, why else would I be nude
running round the house?”
Steve just shook his head as if he wasn't going to play the game but then
he said, “Just figured your outfit must have gotten lost along the way.”
That was often true but not today. No matter, there was no need for
debate. I just flipped my hair back and gave him a quick peck on the
cheek before heading up to shower and clean up. I didn't tell him that
I’d seen him and my Aunt Linda together but then what would be the point?
Not like it was anything new for any of us. Granted, I actually rarely
saw them together as usually I was doing my dad at the time.
Somehow or another we all got ready without any further “distractions”.
My dad offered to drive us all over in one vehicle but Steve preferred
driving us in his pickup. He didn't say so but I got the idea he was
hoping to get out sooner than my dad and wanted the flexibility in case
the opportunity arose.
Chapter 5 - Christmas With MY Family - Act Three
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Now for the final act - the annual family Christmas ritual. I don't ever
remember missing one and for the most part, nobody else did either. The
usual suspects were:
husband - Steve (29)
dad - John (48)
aunt (mom’s sister) - Linda (44)
cousin - Kristi (25) married to Ben (42)
uncle (dad’s brother)- Jim (46)
aunt - Shari (45)
cousin - Rick (24)
cousin - Kate (22)
cousin - Tammy (20)
uncle (dad’s brother)- Paul (55)
aunt - Julie (53)
cousin - Laura (29) married to Alan (31)
cousin - Ginny (34) married to Bill (36) with Katlyn (13)
Unfortunately my mom wasn’t going to be there. Technically my Aunt Linda
and Kristi weren’t part of my dad’s family but they had started coming
after the divorce. I’m sure it caused plenty of gossip, especially
between my other aunts. Since both my uncles had long histories with
Linda going back to their high school days they didn't seem to mind -
imagine that!
Over the past thirteen years or so a lot has happened that isn’t public
knowledge or even known by everyone in the family - not even half of them
actually. For instance, the fact that my dad has sex with me is only
known amongst my immediate family (of which I tend to include my Aunt
Linda and Kristi now). Both my uncles know of course as they’ve both
fucked me but interestingly nobody else knows my Uncle Paul has done me.
Granted it’s only been a few times but as was the case with my mom, we’ve
kept it just between us. Heck, not even my husband knows! I guess since
my mom kept things discreet that I sort of felt obligated to follow suit.
Nobody else in my Uncle Paul’s family has a clue about any incestual
activities and would likely be shocked to the core if they did. I mean
like it’s one thing for me to flirt and flaunt myself but that I would be
fucking all three brothers... not a chance - at least in their minds.
Uncle Jim and family is another story entirely but vastly more
complicated. Without going into all the details, over the years I’ve
done both my uncle and cousin Rick although neither of them have done me
now in a number of years. Frankly, Uncle Jim is an asshole and the only
reason I ever did him in the first place was so he would let my dad fuck
his youngest daughter - my cousin Tammy. My dad actually took her
virginity when she was fourteen thanks to me - sort of payback for me not
letting him do me at that age. Long story but it’s in my diary for
anyone interested.
Now Tammy’s in college with a serious boyfriend (again) and so far as I
know her past dealings with her brother and his friends are only in the
history books. Of course my horny husband has shown an interest in her
and once I thought they might get it on but that sort of fell through at
the last minute. Not to say he wouldn't do her in a heartbeat!
As for Tammy’s sister Kate, oh boy. Talk about a clone of her mother!
My Aunt Shari is the type that gives Christians a bad name - obnoxious,
closed-minded, intolerant and condemning. Considering my uncle use to be
quite the horny dog I still can’t figure out why he married such a shrew.
All my life she gave my mom heck over the clothes she let me wear and
those weren’t even my naughty ones!
So over the course of years various cycles have come and gone. Things
that me and Kristi could get away with as young teens - like flirting
with our uncles with everyone around, were no longer considered
appropriate especially now that we were both married.
Speaking of Kristi, this would be the first year her husband accompanied
her which I figured would get the tongues wagging yet again being Ben was
so much older than her. Just imagine if they knew that he use to be a
client of hers when she was hooking - and he was married at the time! I
had to say sometimes I wondered about it myself considering how it seemed
until then she was more attracted to boys half her age than men a decade
or more older. Still, she hadn't seemed to change in terms of the
objects of her desire and her husband seemed more than understanding so
hey, whatever works as they say.
With most everyone now in their twenties, married or otherwise no longer
“cute” and thus allowed to be naughty without being labeled as such, that
left it to my youngest second cousin Katlyn, the daughter of my cousin
Ginny. Both of them had been bridesmaids in my wedding the previous year
even though Katlyn was only twelve at the time. Too old to be the flower
girl, I wanted her in my wedding as we’ve always been really close so her
mom agreed to be a bridesmaid as well so she could be next to her and
help out.
Katyln might have the body of a typical thirteen year-old teenage girl
but if you only listened to her you’d think she was ten years older.
Like me, she was raised by professional parents as an only child and has
always been extremely precocious. Unlike me, she doesn’t have a mom that
enjoys dress her up all hot and sexy. if anything Ginny is quite the
opposite. Still, the long shorts and loose tops couldn't hide everything
and from the responses from my husband and father I knew they both were
majorly turned on by the young girl
It really didn't matter. They could both steal glances at her and
masturbate all they wanted later, but there wasn't a chance in the world
that they would ever get a piece of that young pussy! As I’ve said many
times, incest is a wonderful thing in the right circumstances but those
are few and far between. I’ve also stated that a girl doesn’t have to
have sex with her father to prove she loves him and I stand by that, even
after a morning like today. Yes, I think it brings them closer together
and helps their relationship but it by no means is a prerequisite for a
loving father-daughter relationship.
Such was the case with Katlyn and her dad. Bill was a great father and
husband but I couldn't imagine him ever fucking Katlyn - not ever. Then
again I have to wonder if people looked at me and my dad back when I was
a teen and said the same thing about us? Really, does it matter?
We were probably an hour late by now so everyone was there when we
arrived. My Aunt Sheri and Aunt Julie were already on less than amicable
terms with Aunt Linda and for whatever reason they seemed to put the
blame on her for us being late. I started to say something in her
defense but Aunt Linda put her hand on my shoulder and I got the message
- live to fight another day.
The REAL ire from them was reserved for me though. I can't say I hadn't
expected it and to some degree I’d sort of gone out of my way to ask for
it. From the moment I saw my dress in the store the first thought in my
head was wondering how they would react to seeing me wearing it in front
of everyone - especially their husbands. Now just imagine if they knew
both of their dutiful husbands had fucked me a number of times over the
years. Oh wow, that would REALLY be something special to behold.
It started from the moment I took off my coat and handed it to my wide-
eyed cousin Rick. I barely had time to turn around before I was eye to
eye with Aunt Shari.
“Really... I mean really Kelly, do you think that’s appropriate for a
family gathering? You look like the office slut.”
Maybe not in the same words but had anyone asked me to predict her
reaction I think I would’ve nailed it. It took all my willpower to keep
from grinning and tell her that this was exactly why I wore it but then
she would have gone ballistic, I’m sure. Instead I appeared shocked at
her accusations.
“Well I thought it looked good on me and after all, it’s red, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, like a red light district,” she muttered shaking her head as she
turned and stalked back to the kitchen.
I don't know why she even tried anymore. For years she bitched at my mom
for the bikinis she bought me and the skirts I wore and none of that had
any effect so why bother? Didn't she realize that the more she griped
the more brazen it made me want to be the next time?
Exit bitch #1, enter bitch #2...
“Oh my god Kelly, you’re NOT going to wear that?” my aunt’s little clone
chimed in.
I just glared at Kate. She was years younger than me and I didn't have
to take her guff and even pretend to be polite.
“I guess you’re right, maybe I’ll just it off right now. I have to warn
you though, I’m not wearing a bra.”
Her face reddened and she muttered something like THAT was obvious. This
time I didn't hold back and laughed in her face as I turned and went to
mingle with the rest of the family, putting an extra wiggle for her
benefit.
If past experience told me anything, their bark was far worse than their
bite so now that they’d put on their little show I figured that would be
the end of it... until the next time we got together and they were
offended by whatever I chose to wear that time. Maybe a naughty string
bikini? My mom had always held back somewhat in that department. She
didn't mind me tweaking her nemesis with a revealing bikini but she
didn't want to go overboard to the point it started raising any awkward
questions - like why I was wearing things like that around my dad.
When I finally made it into the living room where most everyone was
crammed in, I moved over to take Steve’s arm who was already in a heated
debate with Uncle Jim over who was going to win the national college
football championship.
BORING!
I looked around and saw my Uncle Paul had taken up residence in one of
the overstuffed chairs, working on a beer which most likely wasn't his
first knowing him. I saw him giving me the once over - several times and
winked at him. He grinned back at me and tilted his bottle as a salute
to my dress. Odds were this party would be like most where I got away
with a lot of teasing and flirting but when it came down to it nothing
all that special would happen. Still, it wasn't that long ago when dear
old Uncle Paul had fucked me over at his place during Easter. Of course
then the weather was warmer and we’d gone out to Steve’s truck to do it
but it still counted.
A number of folding chairs had been set up to accommodate everyone so I
gingerly sat down, trying to keep my dress pulled down to where my thong
wasn't visible. With my legs crossed it drew up quite a ways but nobody
seemed to mind.
“Hey Kelly!”
I glanced over and saw Katlyn take a seat next to me. She was all dolled
up in a pretty dark green skirt with a white sweater and white tights.
As usual, the skirt came down to her knees and the sweater up to her
neck. Still, she was finally at the point where even all that wasn't
able to hide her budding breasts that were just enough to create a bulge
in her chest.
“So what did you get for Christmas Kelly?” she asked. I showed her the
necklace around my neck and her eyes widened like she’d seen a flying
saucer.
“Wow, that is so pretty,” she exclaimed, reaching out to touch it as if
she couldn't believe it was real, “Did Steve give you that?”
I shook my head and explained that it was a special present from my dad.
She smiled saying something about wishing HER dad would give her
something so nice. I could have easily told her that he probably would
if she sucked his dick as well as I had my dad’s earlier but somehow that
one didn't actually make it past my lips!
With that she was off to make a nuisance of herself in the kitchen,
leaving me sitting there alone for the moment. One thing about wearing a
dress like this one, you don't get up and down any more than necessary!
Just then my cousin Tammy came by. Wow, I hadn't seen her since summer
and she looked great - as always. Surprisingly her boyfriend apparently
wasn't with her.
“Hey Tammy, how’s school?” I asked. She was a nursing student working
for her RN the same as my mom.
She took a seat next to me and we talked for maybe fifteen or twenty
minutes about school - hers and mine. God, it seemed like so long ago
that I’d taught her to masturbate and eat pussy. Come to think of it, it
WAS a long time ago and for a moment I felt so old!
We were interrupted by a call to dinner. Everyone took their places and
my Uncle Paul said grace. I was seated next to Steve on my left with
Tammy to my right. Thankfully with the long tablecloth and the two of
them on each side of me I didn't have to worry about my dress so I just
let it ride up to wear I could feel the cold chair under my exposed butt.
Steve’s hand appeared on my thigh and I felt him run his fingers along
almost to my crotch at which point I poked his arm and teased him.
“Behave!” I hissed at him although my heart wasn't in it.
Other than Steve feeling me up every chance he could get dinner was
pretty much simple and to the point. The usual spread of good food and
everyone overate - even me and with my dress the last thing I needed was
to be bloated!
After dinner was the gift exchange. Everyone had drawn from a hat at the
end of last year’s gathering to determine who they would buy for the next
year. The results were suppose to be secret but I think most people
already knew who was buying for who by the time the event came around. I
got a gift certificate to Macy’s from my cousin Laura which was perfectly
fine with me. Even if I didn't use it I could always re-gift it.
While both my uncles showed an interest in my dress - and what was
underneath it, it was starting to look more and more like this year was
going to be a bust so far as anything “fun” went. Again I felt like I
was OLD! This use to be so much easier when I was younger and people
didn't look for such things. Now it was like just wearing a revealing
dress was as far as I could get away with and how many more years was my
figure going to allow even that?
Steve was starting to get antsy and making comments about leaving when I
went to the kitchen for some Diet Coke. Everything had been cleaned up
with some munchies left out and for the moment I was alone for the first
time all afternoon. More importantly, the constant din of numerous
conversations was muffled by the walls. Ahhhhhh, relief!
“Been a while since you showed that much leg girl.”
I turned and there was my cousin Rick. Actually those were the first
words he’d spoken to me since I could remember. This past summer our
schedules never seemed to mesh and except for our wedding over a year ago
I couldn't recall even being this close to him in years.
Giving him a quick inspection I have to say one thing, Rick looked a
whole lot better than I last remembered. He’d finally grown out of that
geeky stage during high school, had his hair styled instead of just
flying about, and was wearing a nice looking pair of slacks and a long-
sleeved white dress shirt. Damn, my screwed-up cousin was a hunk!
Wow, how many years had it been since we last had sex? It was back
before my parents’ divorce as he was fucking my mom more than me. At
that age he seemed to be trying to emulate his father which meant so far
as I was concerned he was an asshole. With my mom he seemed to behave
better, at least so she said. Sometime I wondered if she did it because
she was horny or just wanted the satisfaction of fucking her sister-in-
law’s son right under her nose - either was a viable option.
I’d quite fucking Rick around the same time as I had turned away his
father. Since my dad wasn't getting any of Tammy’s teen pussy anymore,
what was the point in degrading myself with them? Even worse, Uncle Jim
enjoyed anal and he wasn't very s respectful of my wishes in that
department.
So now we were face-to-face once again after years of separation. So
much had changed in my life as well. I was married to start although I
guess technically that didn't matter so far as Rick was concerned.
Technically anything with him was covered under the incest clause to our
marriage so Steve really didn't have any say one way or the other. Of
course I would never abuse that right but even so...
“So you like my dress?” I asked him, showing off a little.
“Like you have to ask,” he chuckled, “I think dad hasn’t taken his eyes
off you since you came in wearing it.”
He moved in a little closer, glanced around to see that we were still
alone, and then said, “You know, it’s been a long time.”
He didn't saw WHAT had been a long time but then what else would he be
talking about with me? It wasn't like we were close friends or anything.
Sure we’d had sex but that was all it was - sex for the sake of sex. I
just licked my lips once and leaned back against the counter, waiting to
see where he was taking this.
“I bet nobody would notice if we disappeared for a few minutes,” he
suggested, the hidden meaning in his words not really hidden at all.
“Oh? And just where would THAT be?” I said teasingly. No sense in
making it TOO easy for him. What the heck, make the guy work for it at
least. It wasn't like I was worried he would quit trying.
“Right here if you can handle it,” he teased me back. Yeah, like I was
going to suck him off in the middle of the kitchen. Now his bedroom was
a different option...
Funny, but had anyone suggested the idea that I might do anything with
Rick ahead of time I would have laughed and told them they were nuts.
But the guy in front of me now wasn’t the brash showoff I knew back then
- not by a long shot. I felt my pussy tingle as I imagined being with
him.
“Quit teasing,” he suddenly said more seriously, “You were always a slut
and you’re STILL a slut so stop the stupid games and lets go to my room
and REALLY celebrate Christmas.”
“Steve’s ready to go,” I started to protest but he would have none of it.
“Trust me, you in that dress... this won’t take long,” he said somewhat
self-depreciatingly.
Another quick check and we quickly made our way to his bedroom without
being noticed. He closed the door behind him as I stood in the middle of
his room.
“You know... It was hot fucking you back when my dad was doing you... now
you’re married and that just makes things so much hotter,” he said as he
started to undo his pants.
“So do you have sex with other married women?” I asked, not doing
anything but watch him almost fall over as he tried pulling his pants off
on one leg.
“Just your mom,” he said with a grin as he stroked his already hard cock
in front of me. “Damn she was one fine fuck. I can’t believe your dad
traded her in for her sister. Not that Linda is bad by any means but
your mom just had more... class I guess you could say.”
I probably should have defended my dad by correcting his inaccurate
historical account but what would be the point? I was here for one thing
so why delay things?
“So how do you want to do this?” I asked as if talking about moving
furniture. “Doesn’t look like you need much stimulation but I can suck
you first if you want.”
Rick shook his head before answering. “Nawwwwww, I’d probably blow as
soon as you took it in your mouth,” he confessed, “Just lean over my bed
and pull up the dress.”
I did as he said and heard him sigh behind me.
“You know something Kelly? I thought your butt couldn’t be any sweeter
but I was wrong. God almighty, now THAT is an ass!”
I just smiled and waited for him. I didn't wait long as he pulled my
thing aside and quickly pressed his stiff dick up to my already wet
pussy. It hadn't been THAT long since my dad had fucked me but I was
ready for more.
“Damn girl, are you ALWAYS horny?” he laughed as his fingers felt the
wetness of my pussy. He didn't wait but instead just pushed it in me and
thrust it in deep.
“Oh yeah, now THIS is the way to celebrate Christmas!” he groaned as I
gripped him tight in my pussy.
Rick had been right about one thing - it didn't take long. I mean like
it was as if I was doing a sixteen year-old horny toad of a boy! I swear
he didn't fuck me more than two minutes before he started to cum. I
quickly twisted around and took him in my mouth, draining his load and
then swallowing it in front of him.
“Damn girl, guess things have changed - thought you preferred it in your
pussy.”
He was right, I DID prefer it in my pussy but not now - not with this
dress and thong. It was one thing to be dripping cum in front of Steve
after my dad had filled me, quite another in front of the whole family
after my younger cousin had done me.
I wiped a little from the side of my mouth where it had landed and then
checked myself out in the mirror over his dresser to be sure I hadn't
missed any. Turning back to him, I smacked my lips and replied...
“Well, a little dessert on Christmas never hurt you know.”
I managed to sneak into the bathroom without anyone seeing me going from
his room where in the brighter light I made sure I was cleaned off. Good
thing I did as I had to wipe one long streak from the side of my neck..
Damn, when had he hit me there? I thought I had everything cleaned up
and then bam, there it was where nobody could have missed it.
“Ready to go honey?” I asked Steve when I returned. Checking the clock
I’d been gone for less than fifteen minutes thanks to Minuteman Rick but
there must have been something about me that made him suspicious.
“I don't believe it... you just got laid, didn't you,” he said in a
hoarse whisper. He wasn't upset but I could tell his mind was churning
trying to figure out how I’d done it.
“Later,” I promised as this wasn't exactly the time and place for such an
explanation.`
We said our goodbyes and ended up being the second to leave as Katlyn and
her parents had apparently departed while Rick was fucking me. Rick
mentioned something about Katlyn hunting for me which is why he noticed I
was missing. Apparently he hadn't expected anything with Rick knowing
how long it had been since anything had gone on between us.
And so ended Act Three! No quite according to the script but I wasn't
complaining.
Chapter 6 - Christmas Night With My Husband
===========================================
Wow, what a day it had been! When we arrived home the last thing on my
mind was sex. Sheesh, like how many times had I been fucked today
already? Still, for whatever reason Steve was in a chatty mood so I
couldn't just curl up and fall asleep.
“So you’re SURE Katlyn doesn’t do it with her dad?”
I reached over in bed and smacked him on the arm, a little harder than I
think he expected.
“Owwwwwww!” he exclaimed, “So I guess the answer is no?”
Duh?
For the moment he was quiet and so I reached down for his cock and sure
enough, he was horny. So why was I surprised when he didn't give up THAT
easily?
“What about her mom? Think she might be in play?”
I’d just started stroking him and was considering the possibility of
blowing him but the idea of Ginny and Steve was too ludicrous to ignore.
Back in her youth she was a little wilder and I’ll never forget the
bachelorette party she threw for her younger sister - my first as it was.
But over the years she’d succumbed to what I call “soccer momitis” where
the weight slowly but inexorably was added on a few pounds each year.
Not much at one time but take two or three pounds times ten or more years
and suddenly you’re visiting the queen size racks. She wasn't FAT by any
means but not exactly svelte either. In any case, I knew full well that
the only reason Steve was interested in her was because of her daughter.
“You just want mother-daughter sex,” I teased him with a playful tug on
his rigid member.
“If I wanted THAT I’d just do you and your mom,” he countered.
“Yeah but I’m not in a training bra anymore.”
Steve brightened and said, “Oh yeah, you think she was wearing one today?
I don't know... her nipples were poking out a lot more this time.”
This time I gave him a harder jerk and he protested saying, “Hey, just
pointing out the obvious. Not like I was the only one noticing.”
Enough of this. I loved my little cousin and as much as it would turn me
on to see her with Steve, it wasn't going to happen so why make him
miserable wishing for the impossible?
“OK my horny husband,” I said to him, “You can either keep fantasizing
over what you CAN’T have or take what you CAN have right now.”
Steve turned to me and kissed me briefly before touching my boob and
pinching my nipple.
“Why not both?” he offered?
What choice did I have? Even if I didn't play along he’d be thinking
about her anyway so better to have it out in the open.
Role-playing for my husband as thirteen year-old Katlyn turned out to be
a great way to end what had been a pretty good Christmas day overall.
For the most part I could say it went according to plan. Getting a
quickie from Rick though had definitely NOT been anything I’d
anticipated. Hmmmmmm, maybe I needed to keep in touch with my only male
cousin!
THE END