8 comments/ 71477 views/ 15 favorites Coming Home for Christmas By: J_Lovelace I quite nearly had put the invitations in the mail for the annual Christmas party. I was not twenty feet from the mailbox, close enough to see the ice crystals that had formed over its surface that afternoon. My phone rang which prompted my first thought and that was to rush to the box and shove in the fifty invitations to our Christmas party so that I could answer the phone. The ice on the sidewalk caused me to put that thought aside and at least see who was calling before I busted my ass to answer it. I tucked the box under my arm and looked at the phone. My breath fogged over the phone display when I lifted it to look at it, it showed Jamie, my sister was calling. "Hey sis." I said trying to suppress my shivering voice. "Hey Greg." She said with a hint of stress. It wasn't the stress that tipped me off though, it was the fact that she called me Greg. Jamie usually addressed me as 'little brother'. Funny since I was roughly the same age as her and certainly not 'little' in comparison. "What's up Jamie?" I asked with a tone that told her to spit it out. "I don't know how to say this..." she paused "...are you sitting down?" "I'm outside at the mailbox freezing my ass off sis, what's up?" "Okay." She said. "I'm at Bakers right now..." Baker's is a trendy lunch spot that the downtown execs called their second office around lunch time. "Honey, I'm sorry to tell you this, this way but I'm looking at Susan right now getting very friendly at a back booth with that slimy divorce attorney that's on television all the time -- what's his name -- Marty McCall." I couldn't speak. I nearly found a place to sit right there on the sidewalk. "Greg, I didn't know you and Susan were having problems." "I didn't either." I said. "What do you mean friendly?" Jamie paused. "What do you mean friendly Jamie?" I tried to say without shouting. "He's got his hand up her skirt." What Jamie wasn't saying was that she was the only person in the place that could see what they were up to. They didn't pay any attention to her because she was sitting partially behind a divider and had her face behind a laptop computer. Jamie also omitted the fact that this slime-ball was fucking my wife with some object. "Should I do something?" Jamie asked in a voice that was strained even more. My mind was trying to digest what I was hearing. "Show me!" I said as if answering the thousand dollar bonus question on a game show. "What?" "Show me. Your phone has video. Send me as much video as you can get. Do it!" With that I hung up. The box slipped out from under my arm and landed in the frozen grass next to the sidewalk just as a trash truck eased by on the street. I picked up the package and launched it between the two men riding on the back of the truck and into the pile of filthy rubbish. Gold foil lettering, red ribbon and all. Party cancelled. That was one year ago. Jamie sent me the video that day we talked. I shake my head every time I hear her words in my head 'getting friendly'. She was trying to protect me. Marty was fucking Susan two ways to Tuesday with a dildo in a secluded quiet corner of the restaurant. Since Marty had face recognition from being on t.v., he was a local celebrity. No doubt his entrance that day went something like this: "Good day Mr. McCall." The manager would say. "A very fine day it is Curtis and happy holidays." He would say with a broad smile. "I'd like a nice quiet table in the back for me and my guest today." With that, Marty McCall would extend a warm handshake to Curtis. That one handshake would make Curtis richer by a hundred bucks and ensure Mr. McCall and his guest had no one else seated near them. My sister Jamie had a similar deal. She was an executive vice president for a corporate development company that owned a good chunk of the city. It also happened to own the building that this particular restaurant was in. It didn't cost her anything to get seated in her quiet place in the back. Anything she ordered was put onto a tab and picked up by the company. Susan was oblivious to this. She was a self absorbed type of person. She saw Jamie once a year at the Christmas party, and didn't really pay attention even then. Since the Christmas party a year ago, Jamie had gone on a fitness binge for stress relief and had the girls worked over by a top rate surgeon. If Susan even saw her she would have just written her off as an aspiring suit trying to climb the ladder. Not a thirty something from the top of the ladder. Jamie is my half sister. We were born literally days apart. Our father was President of Eaton Enterprises, a large import company for heavy machinery. While at home, father got friendly with mother and conceived yours truly. Days after while traversing the globe in the company jet, Jamie was conceived when father fucked his mistress/personal assistant Cassandra at thirty six thousand feet over Beijing. I have no doubt father would have provided well for Cassandra and the baby, but as fate would have it, Cassandra died in childbirth. I cannot imagine the conversation that took place between my mother and father but my mother stuck by him and they took Jamie as their own. Jamie was born first and then I came two days later. Jamie wasn't told of her mother until she was eighteen but she hugged mother and thanked her for being her mom. We have one older brother, Stan and one younger sister Gale. Eighteen months difference on both sides. They both live in other cities but we stay in contact as much as possible. I was looking forward to seeing them at Christmas. Father provided well for all of us. He stressed the importance of a good education and wrote the checks to back it up. Father was a smart and shrewd man. Jamie did well for herself in business and business law at Harvard as did I. Where Jamie is more into business, My job as executive council for a defense contractor focuses on international and government law. Stan the man became a CEO himself like father and little Gale is a surgeon. For some reason, only us boys married. Both married, both divorced. I don't mean to prattle on about family but it puts everything into perspective. It tore my heart out to walk away from them. After I received the video from Jamie I was floored. I guess I was naïve but I had no idea what you could actually accomplish sexually in a restaurant. Marty was fucking Susan good and plenty with a dildo right there in the booth. Drinks on the table, garlic bread in a little basket and my wife, skirt up to her waist by the time it was over, looking like a porn star getting her pussy stretched and rammed with a large silicone cock and enjoying every minute of it. Marty slipped the ram rod into his briefcase after she came and then shared a kiss as if they had made passionate love. Jamie did me one better besides getting a good amount of video that ended up clearly showing Susan's gaping pussy. She scanned the camera around until you could see where the action took place and all of the oblivious patrons having lunch. Marty McCall in my book was a sleazy ambulance chaser. He did well for himself but really didn't know where the real power was. He thought that driving the right car and smiling on television made him powerful. He made Susan believe that she could get the house, the car and a fat alimony check in addition to sharing his 'glamorous' lifestyle. Hell, they might even get married... with a pre-nup of course. Fucking a man's wife is one thing. Trying to turn around and fuck him too puts it into a different spectrum altogether. Marty assumed popularity was power. I was going to provide Marty an education to correct this misconception. I had heard of my wayward wife's plan to extort everything from me and heard Marty instructing her how to do so. I even had genuine digital audio as proof. It was time that Marty and Susan continue their lives elsewhere without any of my holdings to tide them over. I received a call from a certain porter at a certain hotel alerting me to the fact that the couple had checked in for an afternoon romp. Room service was dispatched to deliver the lovers a bottle of wine and a pitcher of water and glasses. The timing was good because about the time they had undressed each other for a titillating fuck they both passed out on the bed. Marty had succeeded in getting his rubber cock onto Susan before they passed out but didn't get it out of her before clocking out. Had the situation not been so crappy, it would have been humorous. Susan splayed spread eagle on the bed with a cock shaft sticking out of her pussy, Marty passed out on his face next to her. It looked like a fuck to the death scene out of a movie. 'Local attorney fucks until cock breaks off. Court awards broken cock to mistress in settelment.' Each one received a shot in the ass to revive them. Mr. McCall received an additional shot. He'd be able to shoot a whole porn movie in one scene before his dick even thought about getting soft. 'This is real power Mr. McCall.' I thought. The ride was just beginning. "Good afternoon folks." I said. Their eyes were trying to adjust while their brains tried to catch up to the moment. Marty sat up and covered his erection with the sheet. "Ah, it's you. Listen here son..." Marty was trying to establish control in the situation. He was in his mid forties and a powerful legend in his own mind. Marty was getting ready to get educated. Marty continued. "...you need to turn around and walk your ass straight out of here. I will sue you so fast and so hard I'll own your soul when I'm done." "Mr. McCall..." I said cutting him off mid speech. "You confuse your popularity with power. Purchasing television time and purchasing power are two different transactions. You are an ambulance chaser, nothing more. You can have Susan if she wants you." "That's right son, she wants a real man..." Marty said with a sneer. "Shut up Marty." I said with a cool sharpness. "You're a fool. For better or worse you and Susan deserve each other." I pulled a chair to the foot of the bed. "I'm a business man Marty." "If you're a business man then you must realize that you've lost and should get the fuck out of this room!" "Sorry Marty..." I looked at my wife. "Mr. McCall has advised you poorly Susan. I'm afraid that you are not going to receive alimony and you are definitely not going to get the house and the car or anything else besides the clothes on your back..." I paused and looked at the clothes strewn across the room and then back to my naked wife. She understood what I meant. "Sorry guys, this Christmas is in fact going to suck for you." "Don't listen to him Susan." Marty blurted out. "He's trying to intimidate you. You can clean him out and he knows it." I turned to Marty and fixed my gaze on his eyes. "You committed adultery with my wife, that's fine. You planned to attack me financially and professionally..." I paused to let it sink in. "You planned your attack and failed. I will now return in kind." The look on Marty's face softened and became unsure. I snapped my fingers. Two individuals appeared from the other room. One went to the bedside table and picked up a small bottle and handed it to me. "This Mr. McCall is 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine I assume?" Marty and Susan glanced at each other and back at me. "Come on Marty." I asked. "Is it?" Marty shook his head and glanced back at Susan. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I stood up and looked down at Marty and back at the bottle. "Come on Marty, you're a smart man 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine? E, X, Rolls, Beans, Adam...." Marty shook his head. "...Ecstasy Marty! The drug of choice besides coke that provides a one hour orgasm, the fuck of fucks. I tossed the bottle to Marty. "You planned on taking it so take it." Marty shook his head. "Susan..." I said looking at her. "Do you two take this once in a while for a good time?" Susan nodded her head slowly. "Did you plan on taking it here today?" Susan nodded once again. "You've already lost Marty, the best thing for you to do is go ahead with your plans, take your pills and fuck." One of my assistants poured a cold glass of water and handed it to Mr. McCall. He took his pill and Susan followed suit. "I'm not making you do anything you didn't plan to do in the first place right?" Marty shook his head no. "Do you and your wife take pills and fuck Marty?" Marty shook his head again. I could see that the chemicals were entering their bloodstream. They were physically relaxing and their guard was lowering. I got the attention of my assistant and whispered into his ear. He nodded his head and disappeared into the other room. Cameras were preparing to roll. "Look at the size of your cock Marty. It's huge. Looks like someone is going to get a good fuck by the cocksmith Marty McCall. Guys like Marty couldn't resist letting a compliment go to their head. Dumbass. Marty smiled crookedly. "You bet your fucking ass son. Susan here is the only bitch that can handle my huge cock, she loves it..." He looked over at her. "...don't you baby?" Susan nodded to the affirmative with a 'fuck me' look on her face. My assistant returned with a striking young lady of twenty-four that didn't look a day over thirteen. No crime in looking young. "Marty, Susan, this gorgeous little tart would like to join in on the fun... any objections?" Susan spoke first. "I don't mind." Then Marty. "Look at this cock baby. There's enough for you too. He exposed his very average dick to her " The young tart was named Nancy. She was a college student that was paying her way through college turning tricks with the college boys in another state. This little gig would be her last trick. For her services and silence her total college bill would be paid in full. A small price to pay for me. "You kids have fun I said. I have a plane to catch. With that, I left the hotel and boarded the company jet and flew to my company's office in Europe. That is where I remained for a full year. I didn't contact my family other than to tell them I'd be gone on business. I missed Christmas with the family that year and it hurt me deeply. We were all busy people but the holidays were the one time we totally ignored business and enjoyed one another. Marty, Susan and Nancy fucked until they passed out. The room was cleaned by the assistants I hired. Nancy was cleaned up, dressed and flown back to her home state. She was happy to never have to turn a trick again. Marty and Susan came to that evening and dressed. They really didn't remember much. They just knew they had screwed hard. Marty's balls hurt and Susan's pussy was a little sore. She even had a slight taste of pussy on her tongue. A week later, Marty and Susan found themselves in a meeting in a quiet booth in the back of their little restaurant. They reeled in fear as the implications of their actions were revealed to them. They were watching a video on a portable player that had everything from their fuckfest in Bakers restaurant to having group sex with an apparent minor in a hotel room (they couldn't tell she was well above consenting age nor did they need to know.) and evidence of them taking what was obviously an illegal substance. "I have a check here Ma'am for you to agree to an uncontested divorce and walk away with nothing... and leave the state. Mr. McCall, you will leave this state permanently. Before you argue I should tell you that the people you are dealing with are prepared to destroy you professionally. Multiple copies of this information exist. Copies of this will be sent to every friend and family member we can locate. We will send it to clients. We will send it to every local media outlet. We will sent it to the bar association. I assure you that the man you referred to as 'son' will make you wish you were dead. You will be disbarred, lose your career and lose your family. "Walk away Mr. McCall, and ma'am, if you don't accept this check and vanish, the same goes for you." That was the end of Marty McCall in that fair city. A month later he was gone. He made a brief statement for the media that while he loved his career it had come at a price to his family. It was time for him to slow down and enjoy the family he was blessed with. He thanked the wonderful people of the city for being such wonderful friends. The last anyone heard of Marty McCall he was living in Wyoming or South Dakota out of the spotlight with his wife and kids. He left Susan and never looked back. She was just a fuck anyway. Susan vanished back to her home town. The money that I gave to her went into an interest bearing account and allowed her to be a socialite in a small town. She'd score another ambulance chaser. With what happened concerning counselor McCall and Susan last year I missed Christmas. As soon as I threw the box of invitations into that trash truck I knew the holiday season for me was a wash. Being good at power doesn't mean it never hurts... or is never humiliating. I didn't want to face my family and work was a good excuse. I also couldn't be sure that Marty McCall wouldn't do something stupid. Men have pride, especially men like Marty. It's tough to just walk away. Sometimes the better choice seems to be being destroyed on the process of destroying your enemy. In certain instances I would even make that choice. Susan was another issue as well. Women can be hardheaded and stubborn. I couldn't be certain that Susan saw the light and would simply walk away from the lifestyle she had grown accustomed to. For this reason I needed to be out of the country. If they got together and attacked me in the media or attempted to subpoena me for the hotel incident I could simply explain that I was out of the country. Showing my arrival into Germany a day prior to the hotel incident wouldn't have been that hard to do. As a matter of fact that's what I did. It was Thanksgiving now again and I was eating roast goose with liver pate. The Germans loved it and it was good but I was longing for a juicy delicious American turkey with breaded stuffing. My mind even floated back to Susan and her southern ways. She introduced us to corn pudding. I would have traded the liver pate for Susan's corn pudding. I wanted to be home for Christmas. The thought of eating braised pork and horseradish sauce on Christmas didn't appeal to me. I hadn't seen man family for almost a year. Jamie sent emails to me regularly. She even enquired about my prowess with the German women. 'Is that what's keeping you over there?' She would ask jokingly. She suspected that I had found some fraulein that was occupying my time. 'It's all work and no play for little brother Greg sis.' I didn't tell her that I missed companionship but I certainly was not at a point where I desired any relationships with which to satisfy my carnal urges. Christmas was nearing. I wasn't sure about going back to the states though. I was free to do so but while I missed things there, there were things I didn't want to see. I really didn't want to see the house. Jamie had gone to the house though soon after Susan left and boxed all of her clothes up. There were literally thousands -- tens of thousands of dollars of clothes that she hadn't even worn. Jamie even commented on the number of shoes Susan had amassed, something in excess of a hundred pairs. Many of which still had tags on them. There were bums in the city mission that were wearing clothes that cost more than they made in a year. Hell, maybe in their whole life. Jamie donated all of Susan's wardrobe to the city mission. I'm sure the workers pilfered most of it for themselves but the thought that a drug addict prostitute was turning tricks wearing Susan's Louis Vuitton boots gave me a small sense of vindication. Coming Home for Christmas Jamie literally erased Susan from the house, at least that's what she told me. So what of all the jewelry? I asked her in another email. She wouldn't say. She simply said that she had taken care of it and hopefully I would like what she had done. I had to come home to see she chided. As I looked out the window of my Frankfurt hotel I could see the space needle in the distance. I could see the cars on the autobahn. Even in the snow flurries the luxury Mercedes and BMW's flashed their lights and drove at impressive speeds. A lone horn in the distance wailed a warning. I was sure it belonged to a large boat on the Rhine river. A beautiful city. These sights and sounds were home to the Germans that I worked with. I missed the sights and sounds of my home though. 'It's time to leave' I decided. The next day I boarded the company jet at Frankfurt international airport and headed west. Seeing England always made me sleepy. I knew that for the next several hours I would look down and only see the water of the Atlantic below. It emphasized my loneliness. I closed the shades and asked the flight attendant to put on a movie. I called Jamie on the in flight phone and told her that I was taking off for home. I didn't watch the movie but the sounds made me feel closer to home and I dozed off. I awoke when we arrived in the control space of O'Hare international. There was much more snow in the air than in Germany. I picked up the in flight phone and called Jamie to let her know we had arrived. She said that she was at the house and to hurry home. The limousine ride was slow but smooth. It gave me time to make some business calls and wrap up some work before taking off. I wasn't going to return to work until the first of the year. The car pulled through the gate and to the house. The driver opened my door and then took my bags from the back of the car. He placed them on the front step of the house and bid me good evening. I gave him some money for his courtesy and he left. Jamie opened the door with a big smile. "You're home!" she exclaimed and gave me a big hug. "I missed you." "I missed you too sis." I said hugging her back. "Lets get out of this cold." The house looked different. "So what do you think?" She said, seeing the look on my face. "Wow. What did you do... and how did you do it?" Jamie smiled big. You asked about the jewelry. I sold it and used part of it to redecorate your house for you." Everything from the curtains to the furniture was new. The house smelled new. The scent of leather intermingled with everything else and it looked great. "You know me well sis. I love it." "Do you want a tour or do you want to discover it for yourself?" "The whole house?" I asked. "You did this by selling the jewelry? How much jewelry did she have?" Jamie rolled her eyes. "I only used part of it to decorate this place. You wouldn't believe it. I also sold a bunch of other junk that she squandered money on. I hope you weren't attached to any of it" "Come on Jamie, I've got to know. How much?" Jamie shook her head in disbelief. "All totaled, I think I recovered about three hundred and ninety thousand dollars." "You've got to be kidding?" "Nope. There was one ring she had that a dealer estimated she paid in excess of a hundred grand for. It was fourteen carats. I got a little over eighty thousand for it." I've kept track of all of the money I received and spent. It's all in your office. Refurnishing this place took about a hundred give or take. I had some remodeling done and bought some other things for you, that accounts for about a hundred thousand as well. I hope you like it all." "I'm sure I will sis. Thanks." I hugged Jamie again and went to get my bags. "Oh no you don't." She said. I've had Marlene over here helping out. You take it easy. As if on cue, Jamie's maid came out of the kitchen and greeted me. She took my bags up the stairs to the bedroom. "You come eat Greg." Jamie said and pulled me toward the kitchen. I ate, took a tour of the house and visited with my sister. At first I was surprised to hear how much she had spent on the house but after seeing it I was surprised to hear how little it cost. Besides having the bathrooms and kitchen totally redone from the tile to the lighting and fixtures, I had a small indoor pool and hot tub on the back of the house that was private... unless I retracted the roof and back walls to let in nice weather. While I took a shower, Jamie gave Marlene her leave for the weekend and called a cab. I put on sweatpants and a t-shirt and combed back my wet hair. I hadn't realized that I didn't like the other bathroom. I really liked this one. Jamie knew me well. I walked through the upstairs rooms before going back downstairs. I found Jamie in the den with a drink. There was another one sitting on the table next to my chair. "What a gorgeous fire." I said looking at the blazing fireplace. "I just can't believe what you've done here. You need to take the rest of that money and pay yourself." Jamie's mouth dropped open. "Pay myself? Greg! I'm offended. I did it for my little brother." I smiled. I liked the way she called me her little brother. "Whoa sis, I didn't mean to offend you. I just mean that this took a lot of time to do. This wasn't a weekend project." "No, it wasn't a weekend project but when you're gone for a year it's not like I had to rush to get it done either. You missed Christmas last year Greg. I wanted to you back here this year." "I missed you all too. I just had to get out of here." I looked around the room. "I planned on coming back and selling this place. I didn't want to be here." "So are you selling it?" She asked. "Hell no. This is a different place. I love it! So is there anything you haven't shown me?" Jamie grew more serious. "I've been through this house from top to bottom. Unless you have some secret room that I don't know about then it's been redone." I thought for a moment. "There is a secret room upstairs actually..." She cut me off. "I know about that one." She said. That made me feel a little uneasy. "Well there's one here..." "I know about that one over there." She said pointing to the office. "There's one in the basement." I said. "Actually two in the basement." She said. "I guess I can say for sure that I didn't miss anything?" What made me uneasy about Jamie finding the secret rooms was what was kept in them. The one upstairs was roughly the size of a small bedroom. It had Susan's 'toys' in it. She also kept a journal and that was in there. There were a few different things that were kept in that room. The one behind the office wall and in the basement was also similar but Susan only knew of one in the basement, not the second basement and the office. I must have shown my discomfort in my expression. "Don't be embarrassed Greg." Jamie said compassionately. "I took all of the things that were Susan's and very discreetly disposed of them. No one knows." "That doesn't really help sis. You know." "I don't assume for a moment that you don't think I've got some toys in my place. When do I have time for men in my life?" I just shrugged. We're thirty five years old Greg, it's not like we're too old to care... we're just busy." I couldn't keep from asking. "What about the journals?" "Did you want to keep them?" Jamie answered my question in kind. "No." I said. "She's all over them." "You're all over them too Greg... the journals in there" Jamie looked toward the office. "You read them?" "I shredded Susan's them after I read them." I didn't know what to do with that. "I can't imagine you have too much stuff like that lying around in your place Jamie." "Why do you assume that?" I looked at her. "You're not tied down. You're beautiful, you have the body every guy dreams about... and most women envy. You could be getting laid every night." "I'm as busy as you are Greg. You're handsome and fit but that's not the problem is it?" I shrugged again. "We don't get to the professional level we're at by sleeping around... even if we could find the time to sleep around." "No." "Your writing is an outlet. I'm sure that most of those things were like Susan's shoes too. Bought and never used." "Probably." They were all never used. "You guys had toys on every level of this house... or you did. If the opportunity ever presented itself you didn't want to have to go far and lose the moment?" I silently nodded my head. "Did you get laid in Germany?" Jamie was being serious. "Nope." "How long has it been?" "A year and a half." "That was the last entry in the journal by Susan." "She wrote about it?" Jamie nodded. "This is so fucking embarrassing Jamie. I'm really uncomfortable." "What, you don't know whether to be angry at me for reading it or ashamed about being a man?" "Yes." "You like the soft smooth bodies of beautiful women. You like the soft smooth curve of women's breasts. You like the shape of a woman's body between her legs and love to see a smoothly shaved pussy. You like to see the wet pink flesh of a woman's slit and you like sucking a woman's breasts and feeling her hard nipples with your tongue..." "Jamie, please stop." "Greg, don't be ashamed..." Jamie began but I cut her off. "Jamie, the way I handle not being sexually active is to not think about it, I shut it off." "So you jot down little passages in your journal about likes and dislikes...fantasies... and then what?" "Nothing." "You grow bitter." That statement hit home. "Yeah, I grow bitter. So now I'm bitter and embarrassed because my sister is sitting here... never mind." "Your sister is sitting here telling you that she found the journal in the basement too. The one that Susan didn't know about." My heart fell to my feet. Why do I write shit down. "I'm sorry Jamie. I write as an outlet. That journal was supposed to be un-findable... I.. goddamnit Jamie! Don't tell me you had me come halfway around the world so you could humiliate me. Please stop this." "Greg, I was looking for it. I know you write things down and I know that you don't trust people. It made sense that you would keep a journal that Susan couldn't find." This was too much to bear. "Please Jamie, don't talk about that journal, please, please don't talk about it." Jamie stood and walked over to me. I put my head in my hands. She stood in front of me and caressed my hair. "I was so happy when I found it Greg." After she said this it took a moment to register. When I looked up, Jamie had taken off her silk robe and stood in front of me in a long silk and lace gown. The front plunged below her bustline while the slit in the gown was in the front instead of on the leg and hip. Jamie drew the front open enough for me to see that she wore no panties and her pussy was shaved except for a manicured strip in the front. She gently released it and spoke. "You described how beautiful you thought that I was. That's why I worked out so hard. You commented at how seeing me in a low cut blouse was unbearable because you wanted to see more. "You described what you would like to see me in and what you would like to see me do. You imagined what my pussy looked like and how my voice sounded when making love. "I could go on and on Greg. I read and re-read that journal over the last year. I'm beginning to know you the way that I've wanted to know you for so long." Jamie held my face in her slender soft hands. Timidly, I extended my hand through the slit of her gown and placed it on the soft inner thigh of her leg. "We don't have to leave this house Greg. Let me show you something." Jamie led me from the chair and upstairs. As she walked I could see her shape through the sheer gown. She opened the secret room. Everything in it was new. We went to the office and she opened that room. It too was all new. The basement rooms were also new. "I did these rooms too after I found your journal." She said in a quiet way. The basement rooms had been two large rooms separately hidden. Jamie had removed the dividing wall to create an even bigger room. "How did you get all of this stuff in here?" "I emptied out everything and removed the door so they didn't look hidden and had the crew that did the other work come down here and do the construction." Jamie paused to think. "I picked out the furniture and had it delivered." She smiled at a memory. "The construction foreman was checking over all of the work they had done and when he came down here he commented that this should be a hidden room. " Every house needs a hidden room in the basement he said. I asked why a person would want to hide such a nice bedroom and he said that it would be a good selling point. So I agreed. He did the work himself the next day without the regular crew. It was a nice room. One end was a bedroom with a modern four post bed, chairs and night stands. The other end was set up as a living room and office. It had leather furniture, couch, chairs coffee tables and a large desk with a large leather chair behind it. There was even a small sink, refrigerator and restroom. The two areas were divided by a short wall and plants. Jamie picked up a remote and dimmed the lighting. I placed my hand on the small of Jamie's back and then slid it down over her backside. She didn't move at all. She was waiting. I stood behind her and reached around to the front to take the slit of the skirt in my hands. I pulled it around her to me and lifted it to expose her bare ass. Without a word Jamie pulled a tie in the front of her gown and the skirt fell away completely. I lowered myself to my knees behind her and caressed her backside, the backs of her legs and the inside of her thighs. I allowed the tips of my fingers to caress her smoothly shaven body between her legs. Jamie was even more beautiful than I imagined. I pressed my lips against the smooth skin of her ass. Staying behind Jamie, I stood and put my arms around her. My hands slid into the plunging neckline of her gown and held her breasts. My swollen body was now pressing against her. I kissed her neck, shoulders and back. Jamie pressed another button on the remote and the doors to the room closed and she dropped the remote to the floor. I pulled the top of the gown from her shoulders and slid it down her long body to the floor. My breathing was becoming shaky. Jamie stepped away and turned around to face me. She was breathtaking. With a little smile she walked to the bed and pulled one of the chairs next to it before sitting down on the bed. Watching her naked body in motion was breathtaking. I went to the chair and sat. Jamie spread her legs in front of me and touched her body. She separated her pussy and revealed her deliciously pink inside. Her fingers slid into her body and made a quiet wet lapping sound. I stood and pushed back the chair and undressed myself. I stood there naked as long as I could will myself to do so and just watched her. She was so beautiful. Jamie moved back onto the bed and joined her. We shared our first kiss. A long sensual kiss that seemed like a dream. She froze for a moment before sighing into my mouth. I slid into her warm wet body and held myself there deep within her. Her fingernails found purchase on my shoulder blades. My mind was flooded with emotion. "I don't know what to do." I whispered into her ear." "You're doing it honey." "There's so many things rushing through my mind." She wrapped her arms around me. "We're alone here until Christmas." Jamie's body felt so tight around mine. "You fuck me. You fuck me like we've both dreamed of fucking each other and when you can't hold it any longer you push as hard and as deep as you can and come inside of me." Jamie had a way with words. I lowered myself and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She was so beautiful. Instinctively I thrust back inside of her. We looked into each others eyes. My thrusting became more forceful and deliberate. A moan escaped her throat and she closed her eyes. I pulled Jamie's knees back and continued thrusting hard and deep. "Yes." Jamie said through her breath. "Yes. Fuck me." I fucked her. I could feel myself hitting her deep within and with every thrust I came closer to releasing my passion. Jamie's body tensed completely and shivered. Her warm come surrounded my erection. It was a feeling I had never experienced before and it sent me over the top. Jamie pulled her knees back further and I thrust deep within her and pulled our bodies tightly together. She cried out when my cock swelled and began releasing its warm fluid. My body pulsed over and over filling her with the secret passion I had held for so long. We lay side by side holding each other until our breathing slowed had returned to normal. I had to lift myself up and take her body in. She was so incredibly beautiful. "So where are we sleeping tonight?" I asked looking down at her. Jamie smiled. "Who's sleeping?" My erection never full went away and she looked at it. She pushed me onto the bed and took it into her mouth. Between her sucking, thrusting and stroking I didn't last long at all. The head of my shaft was rubbing against the back of her throat when I released again and Jamie didn't pull away until the pulsing stopped. I pushed her onto her back and lifted her knees to her chest. I began licking and lapping her freshly fucked pussy until her body shivered and froze. That proved to be all we were worth that night. We fell asleep in that basement bedroom holding one another until morning. We came up with our own version of the 12 days of Christmas in the days leading up to Christmas. Jamie convinced me to go ahead and send out party invitations. We would host the party as brother and sister. Jamie said that 'by the way' she invited Gale to occupy one of the bedrooms until the new year... Wouldn't that be okay? Merry Christmas!