No Mistletoe Necessary

No Mistletoe Necessary

Note: Short, and maybe even sweet. Happy Holidays!

The winter I turned 24, the family gathered for Christmas. We hadn't spent the holiday together for a few years. My sister Christy, two years younger than I was, had been on her own in California. I had an apartment in Wisconsin. Going home to Colorado sounded like fun.

Mom and Dad were in reasonably good health but clearly getting older. They were in bed each night by nine, which left Christy and I to do what we used to do--stay up late watching horror movies. I had a great one for her--Heredity. (How the hell did Tony Collette not win an Oscar for that one?) The creepy little girl in the movie gave Christy a scare, so the time was well spent.

I had a few beers--nothing much--and headed for bed in my old bedroom. My folks had kept the room much as I left it, so that was a little like sleeping in a museum, but it was comfortable otherwise. I had no trouble drifting off to sleep. The air in the Colorado mountains makes me drowsy.

Sometime later (and without a clock, I had no way of knowing what time it was), I felt someone climb in bed with me. I was sleepy, and my head was a little foggy from the beers, so I didn't register it at first. Then I heard my sister say, "That movie of yours scared the shit out of me. I keep waiting for that creepy little girl to come and get me. And this house is making a lot of strange sounds. Can I sleep in here?"

Mom and Dad had relocated their bedroom to the downstairs, a consequence of bad hips and knees, so we were alone upstairs. "Sure," I said. "Just be quiet."

"Okay," she said, snuggling close.

That's when I really woke up. Two things went through my mind at once. First, my sister had changed over the three years we'd been apart. Like the house and Mom and Dad, she'd gotten older, but her older was better. She was always cute, but now? He had an unusual, heart-shaped face, framed with strawberry blonde hair. Broad cheekbones and a narrow chin. Bubblegum pink lips on the verge of a pout. The shape of that mouth was lethal.

The other thing? I wasn't wearing anything when I went to bed. I gave up pajamas years ago.

One plus one equaled an erection.

"Hey, I gotta get up for a minute," I said. "Turn your head."

She snuggled closer. She had some kind of nightgown on. Short, because I could feel her bare legs against mine. "No," she whined. "I was just drifting off. Let's just lay here for a moment."

What could I say? She had an arm draped over my chest. Maybe she thought I was wearing boxers and that was enough. I tried to lay still, but that was impossible. The throbbing in my crotch was something else.

"This is nice," she whispered. It sounded like she was dozing off, but I couldn't tell for sure. I hated disturbing her, but I didn't want her to wake up and realize I was naked. And in my current state, sleep was out of the question.

I tried reminding myself that she was my sister. For whatever reason, that didn't help at all. I thought back to one summer when we went swimming together. Christy was a little flat-chested, but she was super-trim, with her hair in a pixie cut that really suited her. That was the first time I'd noticed how hot she was. (Later, I beat myself up for being a pervert. After all, she was my sister.)

Then there was the time I walked in on her in the bathroom. That can happen when four people share two bathrooms. She had a towel around her, but her cute little ass was poking out below the cloth. That one glimpse came back to me now, and I groaned.

"Are you okay, Eddie?" she asked.

"Sorry, sis, but I gotta get up."

"Okay," she said, drawing her arm back across my chest. In doing so, her forearm brushed the tip of my erect penis.

"Oh, shit," she said. "Sorry." Then, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Sorry, sorry," I said. "I'm not wearing anything. I need to get up and put some shorts on or something."

Then she giggled. I rolled over on my back and looked at her. The bedroom window was lined with Christmas lights, so I could see her expression. We both started laughing, which was really like old times. "You're hard," she said. "Like, huge and hard."

I shrugged. "You're hot and I'm naked. I couldn't help it."

Silence. Then, "You think I'm hot?"

"Don't bullshit me," I said, smirking. "You know you're hot."

"Maybe," she said coyly. "But I didn't think you noticed."

"Of course I did. But I'd never say so. You think the little girl in the horror movie was creepy? How about an older brother who says you're sexy?"

She smiled, her softly contoured lips edging into a pout. "Well, you've said so now, and I don't mind." Then she settled back against me, which surprised me. "You don't have to get up, you know. I'm wearing a teddy, so we're good."

I shook my head. "No, I need something on, or I'll never get to sleep."

"Why?" Now the smile was a full-on pout, which kind of drove me crazy.

"I already told you."

"Are you still hard?" she asked. I felt her hand slide across the top of my belly, brushing my erection.

The feeling was like an electrical shock. I don't think I'd ever had that strong of a reaction to someone's touch before. I took a sharp breath and lurched under the sheets. "That's not helping," I hissed.

She giggled again. "It would help if I kept doing it." She wrapped her fingers around my cock and gave me a slow, sensual stroke.

"Christy!" Mom and Dad--"

"--are downstairs, fast asleep." She began stroking me in earnest, sliding her hand up and down my cock like a pro. How can you feel two opposite things at once? I knew that this was wrong. Dead wrong. And I knew I didn't want her to stop.

"We can't do this," I said.

"We aren't doing anything," she said. "I'm doing something. Lie still and try to relax." She put her head on my chest and flicked a tongue across my nipple. Another surge of electricity shot through me. "Besides," she added. "This is all your fault. You're making me horny."

"I'm making you horny?" I was incredulous. "I haven't done anything."

"Yet," she said. She let go of my cock, took my hand and pushed it between her legs. She had a short nightgown on. No panties, though. Her pussy was smooth--she'd shaved--and she was wet.

"Damn," I said.

She pulled the blanket down a little and pulled up the hem of her teddy over her breasts. They were no larger than when she was a teen, but they looked wonderful in the dim light. Her nipples stood out as if they'd been sucked for hours. "They're small," she whispered. I shook my head. They were perfect. She leaned back so I put my mouth on one. Her nipple was long and hard, and my tongue made her moan. She clamped a free hand over her mouth and stifled a giggle.

Then I stopped. "Okay, this is crazy." I sat up.

The smile was gone. "Please don't stop," she said. She traced a finger down my chest.

"This is something we'll regret," I told her.

"You might," she answered. "But I won't."

"Are you sure?" By now, I was almost too horny to bear.

"Please go down on me, Eddie," she whispered.

In a few moments, I was down between her legs, licking her pussy lips. At first, I thought she might stop me, but instead, she pulled my head closer. I teased her with my finger, moving it just inside the labia, then flicking my tongue across her clit. The way her hips tensed, I knew she was getting the electric shock treatment she'd given me. She tasted wonderful--a fresh, earthy taste. I kept licking until her back arched. Not a sound--not even a moan--but I knew I'd given her what she needed. I kept licking and nuzzling until she settled down.

I crawled back up to my pillow. "Better?" I asked.

"Best," she said. Her hand found my cock again. Sill rock hard. She stroked me and returned her head to my chest. "I can't fuck you," she said. "That would be too much."

"Agreed," I said. "But this is nice. More than nice. You're about to finish me."

She snuggled in even closer. "Good." She kept stroking. Then, she said, "I can't believe how big your cock is."

I didn't know how to answer that, so I concentrated on what her hand was doing. I peeled the blanked down off my hips. "I'm about to make a mess," I said.

"No, you won't," she told me. For a moment, I thought she was going to stop and leave me hanging, but that wasn't what she meant. She increased her rhythm, and I could feel myself swelling. "I'm going to cum," I whispered. I felt her shift around, and before I could react, she had her sexy, beautiful mouth on the head of my cock. I exploded, and she kept stroking and sucking, taking everything inside. When I collapsed back on my pillow, she shifted back to my chest. In the dim light, I could see one tiny trickle of cum at the corner of her mouth.

Then she pushed against me, her wet pussy against my thigh and her pert breasts against my chest. "Oh my God," I whispered. "That was so good."

"I know," she said, giggling. After a while, she sat up and removed the teddy, which had twisted around her neck and shoulders. Pushing back down against me, she said, "Your cock is huge. It's like, normal length, but it's so thick. I could suck the top, but there's no way I could fit the whole thing in my mouth." She waited a moment before continuing. "It has me wondering what it would feel like inside my pussy." She flicked her tongue across my nipple.

That was when I realized just how much trouble I was in.