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The Best Christmas

By: Cloak38



"Mom, don't worry," Scott Armstrong heard his sister Carrie say into the phone. "We'll be fine. Robyn is here and Scott made it home this morning. I'm just sorry you and dad won't be here for Christmas. "

Realizing he wasn't going to hear anything new, Scott returned to his previous activity-- pretending to be interested in the movie on TV, while secretly checking out Carrie's best friend Robyn , who was laying on the couch across the room. Besides his sister, Robyn was easily the sexiest woman Scott had seen in awhile. Her curly brown hair hung to the small of her back and while she was a little on the skinny side, her breasts were still a good handful. And her ass....that ass drove Scott crazy. Tight and compact, she had the kind of butt blue jeans were invented for. Robyn's only flaw, as far as Scott was concerned, was that she liked to tease. She knew she was hot and enjoyed flaunting it.

His sister, on the other hand, was shy and demure but no less sexy. Carrie's beauty was more natural -- the kind that didn't come from a make-up kit or the latest fashion magazine. Her auburn hair was cut short, which suited her---- though she wore it that way because it was easy to take care of. Carrie stood just a little taller than Robyn's 5"4 but had fuller breasts and hips. Prejudiced as his opinion might be, Scott thought his little sister was one hell of a woman. Which made the fact that she very rarely dated even more puzzling. For some reason the boys didn't flock around her the way they did Robyn. The phone didn't ring off the hook with date requests and Carrie spent most of her evenings at home. But she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like it that way.

Both girls were eighteen and seniors at West Moore High School, the same school Scott had graduated from two years earlier. He was in his second year of college and still didn't know why he was there. He didn't have a major, much to the chagrin of his parents, and he was no closer to picking one then the day he enrolled. His body was lean and muscular, kept that way by playing pick-up games of basketball and football around the campus. And while Scott would never be considered God's gift to women, he had enjoyed some luck with the ladies. No steady relationships, but some nice moments spent with some nice women. 

Robyn was staying with Carrie since her parents had been abruptly called out of town due to a family illness . Scott and Carrie's own parents were also gone and wouldn't be home for Christmas, thanks to a winter storm dumping several feet of snow on the Midwest, leaving them stranded in Chicago. So the three of them had the house to themselves.

Carrie said goodbye to her mother, hung up the phone and joined Scott and Robyn back in the living room. 

"So Scott? The movie any good?" she asked, sitting next to Robyn.

"Yeah, Scott. How's the movie? See anything you like?" Robyn sweetly said, her smile letting him know his attempts at discretion had failed.

The movie in question was some Nicholas Cage flick where he is supposed to be an angel. Meg Ryan was also in it. And while Scott had always thought she was hot, he hadn't been paying much attention to the story. Instead, he had been devising a plan for getting into Robyn's pants. But he couldn't tell them that. 

"It's ok," he mumbled turning his attention back to the television. Scott spent the next hour trying not to blatantly leer and frequently re-adjusting his pants. Robyn wasn't helping matters any, taking every opportunity to show off her trim body. Carrie seemed oblivious to the cock teasing going on beside her and was intent on the movie. Finally Scott could take no more and announced he was going to take a shower and go to bed.

"Make sure the water's good and cold," Robyn teased as he walked past the girls and headed upstairs..

Some Christmas vacation this was going to be, Scott thought as he stepped into the shower and stood beneath the hot spray. What with finals at college and no steady girlfriend, it had been several weeks since he had gotten laid, and he was feeling more than a bit antsy. Having Robyn around was only upping the level of his frustration.

God, he wanted that girl in the worse way.

He had tried to play it cool and not be so obvious, but he couldn't help it. His cock took on a life of it's own every time she came near. Even now, beneath the nearly scalding water, he was sporting a full-blown erection. Scott wrapped his fingers around his swollen member and leisurely began pumping his prick. He thought about Robyn going down on her knees before him and taking his rigid cock in her mouth. His hand moved faster as he imagined digging his fingers in her hair and fucking her full red lips. He was just getting into the fantasy when he felt a cool draft of air that meant someone had opened the bathroom door. Curious, he turned the water off and opened the sliding shower door enough to see who had come in.

Robyn was sitting on the toilet, her panties around her ankles. From beneath her came the barely audible sound of her peeing. 

"Sorry, she said, blushing slightly. "I had to go."

Scott didn't mention the bathroom downstairs she could have used. She knew exactly what she was doing. Robyn had changed into her bedtime ensemble of plain white panties and a T-shirt that came to her midriff. Her stark brown nipples , erect and beautiful, stood out beneath her shirt. 

Entranced, Scott watched as the girl tore off several pieces of toilet tissue and wiped herself. As she stood, he caught a brief glimpse of her mound, darkened slightly by a fine layer of pubic hair. The color was the same golden brown as the hair on her head. Robyn turned her back to him, bent over and slowly began pulling her panties up her shapely legs. Scott stared as the lips of her cunt opened slightly , revealing the pink flesh inside. 

Looking over her shoulder, Robyn winked as her panties slipped back over her ass cheeks. She then turned to the mirror and picking up a hairbrush began brushing her hair, but her eyes never left Scott.

Turnabout was fair play, so Scott fully opened the shower door and stepped out.. Robyn's brown eyes immediately zeroed in on his now semi-hard cock. Dripping wet, Scott reached for a towel with one hand and with the other gripped his shaft, giving it a few strokes, until it grew to it's full seven inches.

"Oh, jeez," Robyn whispered, her eyes widening in appreciative wonder.

Enjoying her reaction, Scott dropped the towel and stepped towards her . The girl's dark eyes met his in the mirror and for the first time Scott saw hesitation there, as though she knew she had pushed too hard and didn't know what to do next. Scott took matters into his own hands, wrapping his arms around her. Robyn gasped as his hands slid over her firm stomach, beneath her shirt and cupped her tiny breasts. Closing her eyes, Robyn shuddered and leaned back, pressing her shapely ass against his swollen cock. Roughly he tweaked her nipples, eliciting a moan from her lips as she steadied herself against the sink. Her skin was soft and fragrant and Scott inhaled deeply as he kissed her shoulder.

"Mmmmm, you're being wicked, Scott."

"Am I?" he whispered against her neck.

Robyn started to reply but couldn't as Scott slowly licked the inside of her ear. Reaching behind, her fingers gripped his cock, rubbing it against her ass cheeks and between her legs. 

"You're going to stick this in me, aren't you? I've been a bad, bad girl and need to be punished. I need to be fucked hard."

Scott stepped back and pulled her silky panties down around her knees. Robyn bent over, pressing her breasts against the countertop and scattering a bottle of liquid soap in the process . Scott gripped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart. The excited scent of her hot pussy was strong, causing Scott to lick his lips as her glistening cunt was spread before him.

"Do it," she begged. "Give me your cock."

Holding his cock steady, Scott pressed it against her parted pussy lips.

"Yes," Robyn moaned as the mushroom head entered her, followed by the thick shaft spreading her slippery tunnel apart. 

"Fuck my little pussy. I need to cum so bad."

Back and forth Scott's hips moved, slow at first , growing in intensity until he was fucking the girl with long powerful strokes. Panting and grunting with each thrust. Robyn wildly threw her ass back against him. Her cunt was snug, gripping his prick with willing surrender, sucking at his shaft with each withdraw and welcoming each new plunge.

The next several minutes was filled with lustful abandon. In and out of the teen, Scott took his pleasure, giving as much as receiving. Robyn began rubbing her clit, her fingernails brushing Scott's balls when he slid deep inside her. Her honey was flowing around the invading prick and running down her inner thighs. Scott couldn't recall ever being in a woman as wet as she was; it was like a swamp inside her. Robyn bit her bottom lip and, stifling a scream, came just as Scott shot his load inside of her. 

"Oh, God," she moaned. "I can feel you cumming. So hot...so hot."

Impaled on his shaft, Robyn collapsed on the bathroom counter, the spasms in her pussy continuing as Scott filled her with hot cream. Robyn's hips writhed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She pushed back against his groin, burying his exploding prick deep within her milking cunt until her snatch overflowed, coating his balls with a combination of their juices.

And then it was over.

Scott's wilting cock slid from her moist nest and he leaned back against the wall to catch his breath. Looking back at him, Robyn smiled and ran a finger delicately between her swollen cunt lips. She collected a glob of cum and brought it to her mouth. Her pink tongue snaked out and gathered the cream before disappearing.

"I guess that's what I get for teasing you," she murmured , reaching for a box of Kleenex . She used several to clean her drenched pussy before tossing them in the trashcan and pulling her panties back up. She opened the bathroom door and started to leave when she stopped and turned back

"You're a good fuck, Scott. Almost as good as your sister." And with a twitch of her ass she was gone. 

It took a moment for her words to register with the boy. And when they did , Scott had to wonder if he had heard right. Were Robyn and Carrie lovers? It was hard for him to believe, but it could explain why Carrie never showed much interest in guys. His sister was a lesbian or at the very least, she was BI-sexual. Scott chuckled, what a trip! Prim and proper Carrie Armstrong got her kicks by eating pussy. But soon his amusement evaporated. as he began to picture the two girls together. 

Scott lost track of time as he stood there pondering the revelation Robyn had revealed. Thinking of his sister and her best friend fucking each other was causing the boy to have all kinds of thoughts----the kind of thoughts one wasn't supposed to have about a sister. Finally, when the air in the bathroom cooled enough to raise goosebumps on his flesh. Scott dressed and walked down the hall to his bedroom. On the way he passed Carrie's room and, through the partially opened door, saw her in bed, head propped up by pillows and her nose buried in a book. 

"Where's Robyn," he asked. 

Carrie looked up and fixed him with a puzzled look. 

"What do you mean? She's sleeping in the guest room downstairs."

Carrie was wearing a light blue night gown with frilly white lace around the collar. His sister had always gone for a feminine, very lady-like look. Her hair, make-up and nail polish were always perfect. She had been that way since they were kids growing up together. Scott felt a real affection for his sister swell up inside him ; she looked so innocent lying there in bed.

It was then he realized he wanted to fuck his little sister. 

In a matter of a few seconds, a hundred different images flashed through his mind---- Carrie pulling down her gown to allow him to suck her breasts; his hands holding her head steady as he slides his cock down her throat ; Carrie on her back-- begging him to pump his cock into her; he saw himself covering her pussy with his mouth, licking her clit and tasting her sweet juice as she orgasm . 

"Scott?" Carrie said, looking at her brother puzzled. "Is something wrong?"

Nothing that a good fuck wouldn't cure , he thought. He knew he could just rush in and jump her right there. As big as he was, she wouldn't be able to fight him off. But something held him back.--possibly the realization that, as sexy and inviting as she was , Carrie was still his little sister. He was supposed to watch out for and protect her from guys like him.

"Hmm? No, nothings wrong. Night, Carrie," he said before walking across the hall and into his bedroom. He didn't hear her reply as he closed his door. Nor did he see Carrie as she slid her hand between her legs and gently began fingering her cunt.

Scott tried to sleep, but wasn't having any luck. He tossed and turned , the bed sheets becoming tangled around his body. 

Every time he closed his eyes, Carrie was there- her emerald eyes, the inviting lips and alabaster skin. When he breathed, it was her perfume he smelled. It was like she was laying beside him. And as he stared at the ceiling, listening to the desk clock count away the seconds of the night, Scott came to one simple conclusion- he was going to have his sister. Some how, some way it was going to happen. Perhaps it wouldn't be that difficult, he thought. Several times that day he had caught Carrie staring at him as though she was checking him out. At the time , he didn't think much of it. But maybe it was possible that she was having some of the same thoughts that he was. Or maybe, he was trying to rationalize what he was planning to do. It couldn't be rape if she wanted it also. Could it?

Finally, about two in the morning , he gave up and decided to go downstairs, grab a beer and watch some television. A kaleidoscope of blinking colors emanated from downstairs. Carrie must have forgotten to turn off the Christmas tree lights in the living room. Funny, he didn't recall them being on when he had told his sister goodnight. The light was enough that he could easily make it downstairs without turning on any more . Scott just reached the bottom step when he heard a giggle, followed by a moan come from the living room.

It was the same moan he had heard earlier in the bathroom while he was fucking Robyn.

Silently, he moved towards the living room, already having a pretty good idea what he was going to find. But the sight still shocked him. Robyn was laying in the floor, several pillows beneath her head. She was naked, the bright colors of the flashing Christmas lights dancing across her smooth skin. Kneeling , with her head between Robyn's thighs, was his sister wearing only a pair of light blue panties. Carrie was really going to town on her best friends cunt, probing and licking with her tongue. Robyn rolled her head and sighed.

"God, you can really eat pussy, Carrie."

Carrie paused and using her fingers, opened Robyn's cunt enough that Scott could easily see the pink glistening flesh from his hiding place.

"You taste different tonight," Carrie said. 

"Do I? I wonder why?"

The little tease knew exactly why. When Robyn had left the bathroom earlier, she had done so with a cunt full of cum, and now Carrie had her tongue buried in that same cunt- she was tasting her brother's sperm. That knowledge and the sight of the two sexy teens caused Scott's cock to come to full attention. He reached through the opening of his boxers and began stroking as he watched his sister sensually rub her own pussy through her panties. There was already a fair sized wet spot in those panties and it was growing by the minute. 

"You taste good," he heard Carrie say. "Just different." Carrie teased Robyn's clit with the tip of her tongue, flicking it back and forth, sending a shiver through the other girl's body. Robyn rocked her hips, urging her friend to continue by placing one hand on Carrie's head and holding her there.

"Yes, just like that. God, I wish you had a cock like your brothers. I need to be fucked again."

Carrie stopped.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I wish you had a cock like your brothers," Robyn replied, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "He fucked me so good in the bathroom."

"You fucked Scott?" his sister asked, clear amazement in her voice. As though she were performing only for Scott, Carrie slipped a finger beneath her panties and slid it into her cunt. 

"Uh-huh. If I had known he was such a stud I would have let him do me a long time ago. He came in my pussy. That's why I taste different. Do you like your brother's cum?" 

Carrie moaned and rolled onto her back, her finger furiously working on her clit.

"Tell me more," she panted. "What's his cock like? Is it...big? "

Robyn crawled over to Carrie and began rubbing the girl's breasts. The nipples were like rose buds, swollen and red.

"You are really getting off on this , aren't you?"

"Please tell me." The need in Carrie's voice was almost painful to hear. Her eyes were closed tight as she slid one, then two fingers inside herself. 

"Yes," Robyn replied. "Scott has the biggest, thickest cock I've ever had inside of me. Even bigger than my fathers. His prick felt like a baseball bat when he was inside of me. I wasn't certain I could take it all."

"Ohhhh.." Carrie whispered, her breath was coming hard now, her fingers slick with her juices made wet noises as they continued to assault her cunt.

"And when he came...No-one has ever filled me like that. He really dumped a load. I tell you, Carrie, if he were my brother I'd be fucking him day and night. Would you like that? Would you like your brother to fuck you right now? Do you want him to jam his prick up inside of you and screw your brains out?"

Carrie's hips were rising and rolling, sweat beading on her forehead as she worked for her climax. Her breathing was ragged as she gasped in her ecstasy. Robyn resting on one elbow, leaned forward and kissed her neck.

"I didn't hear you, baby. Don't you want you brother to screw you? "

"Yes," Carrie gasped. "I want to feel his big cock pumping my wet box, his heavy balls slapping my asshole. I want to feel his cum shooting inside of me..."

"Well, why don't you ask him?"

Scott's heart throbbed in his chest as he listened to his baby sister's lusty confession. She really did want him as much as he wanted her.

"What?" she asked.

"He's standing right over there," Robyn nodded towards the shadows in which Scott was hiding. "He's been watching us and he's stroking his big, hard dick."

Carrie stopped masturbating and sat up, her eyes meeting her brothers across the room. She was frightened at being discovered, but there was also the intense need of her body that couldn't be denied . Scott stepped out of the shadows and her eyes swept down his body to where his cock was sticking out of his boxers. Slowly her pink tongue swept over her lips, wetting them. Again their eyes met.

"Sis? "

Carrie shook her head and held out her hand to him.

"No Scott," she said. "Don't say anything. Just come here and fuck me."

Scott felt like he had landed in the middle of some sort of surreal erotic dream where everything was happening in slow motion. He pulled his boxers off and dropping them, went to his sister and knelt between her legs. The air was tinged with her perfume--light and delicate, mingled with the musk scent of her cunt. Her fingers traced the muscles of his chest and flat stomach, before she gently slid them over the hardened flesh of his cock. Scott gasped as her soft fingers grasped him. Never in his wildest dreams could he had imagined what was about to happen. His sister-- his beautiful little sister-- was offering herself to him.


The Best Christmas Ever



She used to love this time of year. She had loved it all, from the bustle of people in search of that one perfect item to the music that floated through the air of the department store to the crunch of new-fallen snow on Christmas morning. She had loved it until five years ago. Now, she was just depressed.

Mellissa had become Mrs. Walter Schaeffer against the advice of her mother and girlfriends, but she'd known it was right. Her heart told her it was. Walt had been charming. Walt had been handsome. He'd said he loved her when her heart ached to hear those words. 

Walt and Mellissa moved into the house on Elm Street and began what she thought would be an ideal life together. He sold real estate at a local brokerage, and she was a cashier with Winslow's, a department store downtown. They came home every night to the little house and each other. Mellissa would make dinner while Walt read the paper. About ten, they would fall into bed and make love before going to sleep.

After eight months of marriage, Mellissa was overjoyed to find she was pregnant. Walt seemed all right with the idea, although he didn't go around boasting to their friends like she thought he might have. In her sixth month, Mellissa found the condom packet in Walt's jeans. She always turned the pockets inside out so she didn't wash anything he might have left in them. Walt's answer was that he'd been given the condom by a co-worker as a joke. At first, Mellissa didn't believe him, but Walt sent her some flowers, and seemed to be a little more attentive. 

To show Walt how much she loved him, Melissa tried hard to please her husband. She cooked his favorite foods and made sure there was a drink waiting when he walked in the door after work. Though she had grown too large to comfortably lie beneath him, she found other positions that worked as well. One night, she lowered herself over his erect cock, and rode him until she groaned out the waves of her own orgasm. Walt hadn't finished, but when she started to relieve him with her hand, he rolled over and went to sleep. 

After that, Walt seemed to have a lot of houses to show late in the afternoon. He came home later and later, always with the explanation of some potential buyer who couldn't get there any earlier, or that the owner of the brokerage had assigned him some last minute project. They seldom made love, because Walt was always tired. Mellissa tried to believe him, and almost convinced herself that things were as he said until the day Walt took her car to be serviced. She was driving his car to work when the police car flashed its lights at her.

The cop who pulled her over asked to see her license and registration. Mellissa opened the glove box for the registration and a small piece of black fabric fell to the floor. The officer left after explaining that she just had a broken taillight, and Mellissa began putting the collection of junk back into the glove box. The piece of fabric was puzzling until she straightened it out. Tears came to Melissa's eyes when she realized what it was.

The tiny black lace triangle had thin strings for the waist and the thong back. Mellissa had never owned any panties like that before, and now that she was pregnant, she wore only white cotton. For a moment, she beamed at the thought that Walt had bought them for her as a present. That moment lasted until she saw the faint discoloration on the cotton crotch panel.

Walt's explanation had been brutal.

"You're big as a cow and your tits hang down to your belly button. In a month, you won't be able to screw anymore, but that won't make much of a difference. You're belly's so big, I can't get it in all the way now. What the Hell do you expect me to do – just let my balls turn blue?"

"But…, I'm big because of the baby. I thought we'd agreed to start a family. I thought you wanted a baby as much as I do."

"You wanted the baby. If I remember right, I said it would be OK, someday. I didn't say now. You're the one who stopped taking the pill, babe, not me."

"Who is she?"

"That's none of your God-damned business."

"Do you love her?"

Walt had laughed. "Why the hell do women think a man has to love the woman he's sleeping with? If it makes you feel any better, no, I don't. She's married, anyway."

Mellissa couldn't bring herself to ask the question on her lips. The answer was obvious, but it would have been devastating to hear him say it. When she looked back, she doubted he'd ever really loved her.

Walt had at least been civil during the divorce, and he didn't argue much about the settlement her lawyer proposed. She could go back to her job at Winslow's, and the extra money from Walt's child support payments would make things go pretty smoothly. She'd live with her mother until the baby was born and then look for an apartment.

The contractions started a week after the divorce papers were signed. Melissa's mother took her to the hospital and held her hand for the entire fourteen hours. Little Timmy came into the world at six pounds of perfection with big blue eyes and a tiny little nose. She loved the little boy from the moment she saw his little red face and tiny, clenched fists. Mellissa and her mother brought him home wrapped in a blue sleeper that was big enough for two of him. After a couple of months, Mellissa found an apartment and began putting together a life for her and her son.

The cashier job at Winslow's didn't pay very much, but the first check from Walt took care of Timmy's needs, and hers covered the rent and gas for the car. She gave her mother a few dollars a week to watch her little boy and had enough left over to buy some things for herself. It was hard for her to leave Timmy every morning, but doing so gave her confidence. She was making it on her own. Mellissa began saving a little each week. Christmas was only three months away.

In November, Walt's check didn't arrive on time. She called his office to ask if he'd forgotten. The secretary who answered transferred her to the owner. He explained that Walt was no longer in the employ of the company. No, they didn't have a phone number or an address. That weekend, Mellissa dipped into her Christmas money for diapers and formula. A dying battery for the car consumed the rest a week later. She comforted herself with the fact that she and Timmy had each other. That was a much bigger gift than any she could buy him.

Timmy was three when he asked her about Santa. Mellissa explained how the jolly old man left presents under the Christmas tree for good little boys and girls. Her heart sank when Timmy beamed and asked if he'd been good enough. He had, and she told him that, but she was barely able to pay for necessities. Her mother offered to help, but Mellissa couldn't let her. To do so would mean she'd failed her little boy. 

By going without lunch and coffee, she managed to scrape together enough to buy a little tree, and found a few toy cars at a second hand shop. The tree wasn't much taller than Timmy, but they popped some corn and strung it on thread for garland. She finally accepted her mother's loan of some old ornaments and one string of lights that were fussy about staying lit. On Christmas morning, Timmy was overjoyed. Mellissa was just relieved it was over.

Timmy's fourth Christmas had been worse. He was old enough to understand the television commercials that offered superhero figures and electronic toys, and by Thanksgiving he was bubbling with the anticipation of talking to Santa about his requests. Mellissa gave in and let her mother buy him the talking fire engine he told Santa he wanted. Her mother also gave her an artificial tree and some ornaments. Mellissa was happy for Timmy, but unhappy with herself. She wanted to make Christmas a happy time for Timmy, but she wanted to do so by herself.

That spring, she'd met William. He was the assistant manager in plumbing, and he seemed to take an interest in her. They had lunch together for a week before he asked her out. Her best dress hadn't seemed nice enough, but she'd lost most of the tummy the pregnancy had left her and it fit well. She blew herself a kiss in the mirror. Not cover girl material, she mused, but not all that bad either. Her mother was playing with Timmy and answered William's knock. He whistled when Mellissa walked into the room.

The evening had been fun. William was very attentive, although a little distant, but this was a first date, so how did she think he was supposed to act? Love only happened on the first date in the movies. Besides, Mellissa didn't want things to progress too quickly. Walt had burned her once. She wanted to make sure this time.

William didn't ask her out again. Michelle, the tiny little redhead from lingerie, seemed to have captured his interest. Melissa's mother tried to be comforting by pointing out she was still young and still pretty. Some men just weren't ready for a woman who already had a family, but she shouldn't worry. Somewhere, there was a man who would love them both. There was still plenty of time.

Jim asked her to dinner one Friday in June, and picked her up at the apartment about six. Timmy kissed her goodbye and then ran back to his game with her mother. The evening was enjoyable. Jim was a nice man, and Mellissa thought she really felt something between them. He walked her to her apartment about eleven and she asked him in. Her mother quickly gathered her purse and car keys, whispered "good luck" in her ear, and left.

Jim seemed uneasy as she made coffee, but she attributed his fidgeting to first date nervousness. Her heart wasn't exactly beating in regular time either. She put their cups on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. Jim took a sip and smiled at her. Neither said anything for a few minutes. The silence was driving Mellissa crazy.

"So Jim, you're pretty quiet. Are you always this way when a woman asks you into her apartment?"

"Yes. Well, no, but…"

"But what?"

"Mellissa, I like you. I like you a lot, but I didn't know you have…, that you have Timmy."

"I see. He makes that much difference? He's a good little boy."

"No. It's not him. He's probably a great kid. It's just that…, well, I'm not ready for everything that means. Someday, I will be, but not yet."

The good-bye was awkward, but thankfully, it was quick. Mellissa didn't see Timmy peak around the doorframe and then slip quietly back into his room. She didn't see him climb into his bed and lie quietly as tears streamed down his plump little cheeks. Her own tears blurred her eyes. By the time she fell asleep, her own pillow was damp.

There were other men in her life after Jim, but none of them had worked out. Usually they didn't call her after the first date. Mellissa finally stopped accepting their invitations. She was too busy to think about a man anyway. Timmy was full of life and it was a challenge to keep him occupied. For some reason, he'd started trying to take care of her. Melissa found that amusing and touching at the same time. When she came home from work, he always made a show of carrying the groceries or whatever else needed to be taken inside. When they went shopping together, he'd race ahead to open doors for her. Mellissa had asked him about that. Timmy looked up at her through his bright blue eyes and grinned.

"Grandma said men do things like that for women if they're gentlemen. Am I being a gentleman, Mommy?"

Now, it was November. Winslow's had put the Christmas merchandise on the shelves earlier each year, or so it seemed to Mellissa. This year, they started stocking ornaments, lights, and other decorations a week after Halloween. What had once been joy to Mellissa had turned to near hatred for it all. She despised the shoppers with credit cards who bought and bought and bought without seeming to think about the money they were spending. She blamed Winslow's for causing her depression earlier each year. She hated herself for feeling this way at a time that was supposed to be a time of family, a time of happiness, a time of peace and goodwill. 

How had her life turned into such a mess? Surely, she thought, most of it was her own fault. If she'd just listened to her mother or to her girlfriends, this would have never happened. Walt was smooth, and her mother said he was a little too smooth for her. Grace and Jane told her Walt had made passes at them even after he and Mellissa began to seriously talk of marriage. Mellissa had kicked herself a thousand times for being so blind. 

Maybe it hadn't been Walt. When she thought about it, she had pushed him pretty hard for a baby. Maybe she'd only thought Walt wanted one too, just like he'd said. Mellissa was certain Walt knew she'd stopped taking the pill, but maybe she should have made sure. Maybe she was so selfish she didn't want to ask him, to risk hearing him saying no. Maybe she was so selfish she should never have gotten married.

But if she hadn't married Walt, she wouldn't have Timmy. The little blonde-haired boy was the light that brought her home every night. Why couldn't men see how wonderful Timmy was? Was it because he wasn't theirs, the son they would sire in the heat of passion with one they loved, or was it just because he was there, in the way of quiet evenings with a fire and a glass of wine or weekends at a favorite hideaway? It was almost as if they expected she should chose between the child who had shared her body for nine months and the love they would give her. 

"Mommy, this Sunday, after Thanksgiving, Santa is gonna come to town with his sled and reindeer and everything. My teacher said so. They have a little house for him right in your store. Do you have to work that day? Can we go?"

Mellissa smiled at her son. She'd known such innocent, unquestioning belief before, once as a child fascinated by Santa and the Easter Bunny, and once with Walt. Timmy brushed the hair from his eyes and asked again.

"Please, can we go? I have to ask him for something really big this year."

Melissa's smile turned to a look of worry. Timmy was in kindergarten, and she knew almost every other child in his class had much more than they could ever need. It had been a struggle just to buy him enough clothes for school, and he still needed dress shoes for the Christmas Pageant. There was no way she could afford anything very costly.

"Well, Timmy, sometimes Santa can't give little boys everything they ask for. There are so many little children in the world. Just think of how many trips he'd have to make on Christmas Eve if he brought each one everything they asked for."

"I don't want lots of stuff. I only want one thing."

"You could tell me, and I could tell Santa when I go to work."

"Nope. I have to ask him by myself." Timmy's grin turned into a mask of disappointment. "If you can't take me, can I ask Grandma to do it?" 

"Sweetheart, does it have to be this weekend? Santa will be there for a whole month before Christmas comes."

"But if I don't ask him now, he won't have enough time."

Mellissa felt ashamed as they stood in the line of children waiting to sit on Santa's knee. On a platform just in front of Santa, a girl in an elf suit snapped a picture of each child as he or she accepted the sucker Santa offered. The visit to Santa and the sucker were free. The pictures cost eight dollars each. So that these pictures would be perfect, each child was dressed in Sunday clothes, and each mother fussed with her little bundle of energy to keep those clothes neat and clean. Timmy wore his faded school jeans, the good shirt Melissa's mother had given him for his birthday, and his sneakers. He stood patiently beside Mellissa and from time to time, she felt him squeeze her hand. Timmy's picture would end up in the trash at the end of the day. Mellissa couldn't afford to pay for it.

Finally, it was their turn. He looked up at Mellissa, grinned, and proudly marched up the two steps to Santa. The man in the false beard lifted the little boy to his knee. Mellissa listened carefully. Maybe, if Timmy's hopes weren't too high, she might find a way. She would hate it, but she could always ask her mother to help.

"Now then, young man, what is your name?"

"I'm Timmy Schaeffer."

Santa gave an appropriate chuckle.

"Well, Timmy, what would you like Santa to bring you for Christmas?"

"I have to whisper it to you. It's a secret."

"A secret? Oh, I like secrets."

The man held his fake beard to his chin and bent down. Timmy put his little face close to the man's ear for a few seconds, then looked at Mellissa and smiled. The girl in the elf suit snapped the shutter on the instant camera, waited until the photo slipped out the side, and put it on the table. She turned to Mellissa. 

"It'll be done in about a minute. That'll be eight dollars for the one, or if you want copies, they're on special at fifteen dollars for a sheet of two and you get this one free. We'll send them to you in about a week."

"Thank you, but not today. We happened to be here, and Timmy just had to talk to Santa. I think we'll come back when he's dressed a little better."

Neither of them noticed that Santa had taken off his wire-rimmed glasses and was carefully studying them with bowed head.

The next day, Winslow's was bursting at the seams with shoppers. By the time the head cashier said it was time for her morning break, Mellissa had a tension headache. She got a cup of coffee in the breakroom and swallowed a couple aspirins.

"That bad, is it?"

It was Stan Cooper, the store's head accountant.

"You wouldn't believe. They're all in a hurry, and they don't even know which credit card still has money left on it. I tried to clear three for one lady before she finally wrote me a check. She had five or six more cards in her wallet. I think she'd have tried each one if the man behind her hadn't been getting mad. They're all grabbing the sale stuff, or at least they think they are. One woman tried to convince me we had this electronic space ship thing, or whatever it was, on sale. She showed me the Sunday ad to prove it. I explained that it wasn't our ad, but then she said if another store could sell it for that price, so could we. I left her with Sally and she was still arguing."

"Well, don't be too mad at 'em. They're paying your salary."

"Yeah. Such as it is. One man spent as much as I take home in a week on a radio-controlled car for his kid. Must be nice."

"I suppose, but you have to wonder what impression that's leaving on the kids. You know, that they'll get anything they want, no matter what the cost, and they don't have to work for it. I didn't grow up that way and I think I appreciate what I have a lot more for it."

The rest of the morning was just as bad. Mellissa didn't really want to eat the sandwich in her purse, but it was a way to kill the half-hour before she went back to work. It surprised her to see Stan in the breakroom again.

"You must be following me around, Stan. This is the second time today. People are going to talk."

"Oh Hell, let 'em talk. I haven't been accused of sleeping with a cashier in, let's see, about eight months now. I think I'm losing my image."

"Wouldn't be much of an image if you were sleeping with me. Now if it was Trixie, you'd have something there."

"Nah, Trixie's a little, uh…, over-endowed for me. Besides, her lipstick has more brains than she does."

"Oh, so you like brains more than big boobs? That's a first."

"Maybe for some guys, but not for me. I mean, one can only…, you know…, so many times a day. If she can't hold her own in a conversation, life would get pretty dull."

"Gee, maybe there's hope for me yet."

"Probably so. Hey, we could find out, say, tomorrow night, if you're not too busy."

Stan's invitation stunned her for a minute. 

"Well, I, uh…, I usually don't go out with men from work."

"Why? I'm reasonably normal…, for an accountant anyway. I don't scratch in public, I've had all my shots, and I hardly ever bite."




The Best Christmas Ever



Mellissa giggled. 

"Don't tell me. Only if I ask you to, right? That's pretty bad, Stan."

"Well, I'm a little out of practice. Anyway, I'm not thinking a full-blown date. I just thought maybe you'd meet me for a cup of coffee after work. You could tell me about your weird customers and I could tell you how pretty you are. It'd be kind of a pre-date, date. Ever been to Walley's? Best coffee this side of town."

They walked around the block to the tiny little storefront with a giant coffee cup over the door. Mellissa had been by the little shop, but had never gone inside. She could feed herself and Timmy dinner for what one cup of Walley's coffee cost. Stan held the door for her, and then pointed to a little table against the wall. He held her chair while she sat down. Stan sat in the opposite chair, and grinned.

"My regular table. I bring all my cashiers here." He winked at her and she couldn't help but smile back.

Mellissa ordered chocolate-raspberry with cream and sugar. Stan had a triple-shot of espresso.

"Had this the first time in Paris, and I've loved it since." He took a sip and smiled. "It'll put hair on your chest if it doesn't jump out of the cup first. How's yours?"

"Ummmm. It's delicious."

"Yeah, most of Walley's stuff is. Would you like to try the cheesecake? It's excellent."

"I think I'll pass, this time. I'd probably gain five pounds just by looking at it."

"You're right about that. In my case, it was ten, and it took me three weeks of salads and running to get if off. I've weaned myself down to one piece a month. It was hard. The stuff's addictive."

He took another sip.

"So, any more crazies go through your register today?"

She talked and Stan listened. After a while Mellissa realized he hadn't said anything more than a few comments and the occasional chuckle.

"I'm sorry, Stan. I've been blabbing on and on, and it must be boring you to death."

"No, not at all. I talk to people all day long, and it's nice to just relax and listen. Besides, none of the people I talk to have as nice a smile and such beautiful eyes."

"Now you're trying to flatter me."

"Yes, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I said I was going to tell you how pretty you are."

Mellissa looked at her watch. They'd been here for an hour and a half. She still had to pick up Timmy and get to the grocery store before dinner. It had been so easy to talk with Stan she'd lost all track of time. 

"Oh, God. I didn't realize it was this late. We've been here for an hour and a half. I have to get home to…" 

Timmy name was on her tongue until she remembered the ending of her last date. 

"to…, to go to my mother's . I – I promised her I'd have dinner with her."

"OK, but first you have to tell me how I did."

"What do you mean, how you did?"

"Was I good enough that you'd consider having dinner with me on Friday?"

"Well…"

"I know, you don't usually go out with men from work, but I'm not just any man from work, now. We've had coffee together. That has to count for something."

Stan looked so excited she couldn't bring herself to say no.

Stan said he'd pick her up at seven. Mellissa raced home from work, bundled Timmy up and sent him home with her mother. By six she was in the shower. At five till seven, she smoothed the black dress over her hips and checked her makeup. On her way to the living room, Mellissa saw the red fire engine under the coffee table. When Timmy played fireman, he used the table as his firehouse. She picked it up and put it in the closet. Mellissa felt a little ashamed. The night before, she'd hidden anything else that might suggest she didn't live there alone. She'd also arranged for Timmy to spend the night so he wouldn't be here when Stan brought her home.

It was ten when Stan walked her to the door. Mellissa was happier than she remembered being for months. Stan was a fun person and he'd been a perfect gentleman. She'd laughed a lot, but had also sensed that there was far more to this man than he let most people see. The thought that she'd like to get to know him better was in her mind on the ride back to her apartment. When they finally stood at her door, Mellissa realized she wasn't ready for the night to end.

"Care for a cup of coffee? I don't have one of those big shiny espresso machines, but my percolator makes a pretty good cup."

Stan brow wrinkled as if in thought. "Well, I don't usually have coffee with women from work."

"You already did that three days ago. Remember? Now come on in."

Mellissa slipped into bed a little after midnight. Stan was great, just great. She felt so relaxed with him. Well, she had been relaxed except when he helped her with her coat. Then, chills had raced down her back, and she'd been thankful for the long sleeves on her dress. They hid the goosebumps that appeared when he touched her shoulder.

As she lay there waiting to fall asleep, Mellissa mused about what it would be like with him. They would have a nice house with a big yard for Timmy to play in. Stan would take them to the zoo. Timmy had never been to a zoo. She was sure Timmy would like Stan as much as she did. Stan would teach Timmy to play catch and….

No, that wouldn't happen. As soon as Stan found out she had a son, he'd act the same as all the other men. She might get one phone call saying that he was really busy with one thing or another and maybe they'd get together in a week of so, and that would be the end.

On Monday, Mellissa was eating her lunch in the breakroom and thinking about the Friday before.

"Hi there, Mellissa. Recovered from our date yet?"

Stan was standing in front of her with a cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

"I didn't have to recover. I had fun. By the way, I don't think I thanked you, so, thank you."

"Well, I'll believe that if you let me take you to dinner again. I'm thinking Wednesday would be nice. Gilley's has great prime rib on Wednesday."

The little lump in her throat made her voice sound odd when she said, "That would be nice."

It was two weeks before Christmas, and Stan would be there in half an hour for their seventh date. Melissa's mother came to get Timmy. While he was in his bedroom changing clothes, she put her hand on Melissa's shoulder.

"Honey, you're going to have to tell Stan one of these days. Either he'll stay, or he'll go, but it isn't fair to either him or your son to keep rushing Timmy off to my house when you have a date."

"I know. I promised myself I'd tell him after the first night. Then, he asked me out again, and I didn't want to ruin it. I know it's selfish, but I like being with Stan and I'm having so much fun. I think I'm falling in love with him. It'll kill me if he walks away now. I just wish – "

"That you didn't have Timmy? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"God, no, not that. I wouldn't ever wish that. He's my life, Mom. It's just that…, well, why can't men understand about things?"

"I don't know, Honey. What I do know is that if he loves you, really loves you, he'll love Timmy too. If he doesn't, keeping Timmy from him will just make things worse when he does find out. When he finally leaves, you'll blame that sweet little boy for it."

Melissa's hand shook when she turned the knob. Stan smiled.

"Thought you'd stood me up after the third knock. I was wondering where I'd gone wrong."

"Stan, I have someone I want you to meet. If you'd rather not go out after that, I'll understand." She took his hand and led him in the apartment. "Stan, this is my mother, Helen, and this is Timmy, my son. Timmy, say hello to Mr. Cooper. He works at Mommy's store."

Timmy walked up, said "Hi Mr. Cooper", and offered his little hand. Stan wrapped it in his, shook, and chuckled when Timmy grinned and shook back.

"Wow, you got quite a grip there, Timmy. I was wondering when your mom was going to introduce us. Been wanting to meet the man who's been taking care of her when I'm not around."

"Stan, you knew?"

"Sure, I knew. I figured you'd tell me when you were ready. I sign your paycheck, remember? You claim two deductions on your tax records. I figured you had a little boy or girl. The toothbrush in the rack in your bathroom was a big hint, too. Somehow, I couldn't picture you using a toothbrush with a purple dinosaur on the handle. The red motor boat in the tub told me he was a boy. I just couldn't see a girl sitting in the tub and making putt-putt noises."

"Do you still want to go out?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

Mellissa made an excuse about fixing her makeup, and went to the bathroom. In reality, she needed to wipe the tears away before her mascara ran. Was it too much to hope for? Did Stan like Timmy, even just a little, or was he like all the rest and just putting on a show until he made it through this date? Well, the cat was out of the bag, now. She'd just have to see how things went. Mellissa looked in the mirror to touch up her eye shadow and was relieved that her eyes weren't red, as she had feared. She got her coat from the closet and walked back to the living room.

"Oh, here she comes now. Well, It was nice to meet you Helen. If you'll excuse us, we have a couple of steaks sizzling on the grill down at Belle's, and then we're going to a movie. It'll probably be late when we get back."

"Stay out as long as you want. Timmy's going to be at my house tonight. We're making Christmas cookies and fudge."

Mellissa walked from Stan's car with her arm in his and her head on his shoulder. The evening had been fabulous. Stan didn't even seem to mind when she talked about Timmy. He'd listened, and had asked lots of questions about what Timmy liked, what games he played, and what TV programs he watched. It was as if he really wanted to know all about her little boy. Maybe there was hope.

They'd also talked about each other. Stan already knew she was divorced, but Mellissa had been careful to keep the details to herself. When she tried to tell him about Walt, he said what was done was done, and he didn't need to know any more. Then he told her he was also divorced. 

"Just couldn't give her what she wanted. It was better that we split up. I don't blame her, really. Anyway, that was a while ago, and doesn't matter when it comes to us."

They walked down the hall to her apartment door and Mellissa grinned. He's said "us", for the first time. 

"Well, I've once again brought you safely to your door. You know, it's funny, but I'm absolutely dying for a cup of fresh perked coffee. I think I'm beginning to like yours better than Walley's."

They sat on the couch, just as they had on their first date. Melissa's heart jumped when she saw Timmy's fire engine under the coffee table. Maybe she could just push it under a little farther and Stan wouldn't …. A smile lit her face as she remembered she didn't have to hide his toys anymore. She felt Stan's hand on her shoulder.

"That's a pretty smile. What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, just that I had a really good time tonight. You can't imagine how long it's been since I've felt this way."

"Don't be so sure about that. All us divorced men don't go bed hopping as soon as the papers are signed, you know. Some of us are pretty backward about asking a woman out. Myself, I don't take rejection very well. After the first couple of dates, I stopped hoping I'd find anyone…, until I saw you in the breakroom."

"Oh, and just what changed your mind? I don't have Trixie's figure, and I don't wear short skirts like Jill, and Jackie says my -."

"And none of them talk to me like you did. They're either giving me the come-on, or they're afraid of me because of my job. You didn't do either. If you remember, I've already told you about Trixie, and I get tired of seeing Jill's butt when she bends over. She ought to leave a little to the imagination if you ask me. Just like with Christmas presents, it's more fun to guess what's inside the package."

"Gee, if I'd have known that, I'd have wrapped myself better. Then you'd be guessing about me."

Tingles raced down Melissa's spine as Stan gently caressed her neck. She hadn't felt that little tingle in years and suddenly, she needed to feel what came next. How many days had it been? She silently counted to herself. Yes, she should be OK.

"Your wrapping is just fine, and I've been guessing since I met you."

Mellissa scooted closer and touched his chest with her hand.

"Is unwrapping the package as much fun as guessing what's inside?"

"Depends on if the package wants to be unwrapped or not."

"This package definitely does."

Melissa's heart pounded when Stan leaned down to kiss her. He stared into her eyes for a second, and then touched his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss, a tentative kiss, as if he were testing her for a response before committing himself. Mellissa didn't give him time to wonder. She put her arms around his neck, pulled him tight against her and kissed back. The tingle she had craved raced to her knees, then back up her spine, and left her breathless. Stan cradled her carefully in his arms and kissed her again. Mellissa abandoned herself to him, to his soft lips, to the gentle caress of his hands on her back.

When she finally had to breathe, Melissa pulled gently away and smiled.

"We'd probably be more comfortable in the bedroom, don't you think?"

They stood beside her bed in each other's arms. Mellissa pressed her cheek into Stan's chest as he felt for the zipper in the back of her dress and slipped it down. She shivered when she felt the warmth of his hands on her back. She'd forgotten how it felt to have a man touch her bare skin. The sensation was thrilling. Stan started to slip the dress from her shoulders. She reached for his hands to stop him.

"It has to come off over my head."

Mellissa lifted the hem of the dress and pulled it up. Stan watched breathlessly as she first revealed her thighs, then the sharp contrast of black nylon against the little swell of her belly, and finally, the black bra that cupped her breasts. Mellissa slipped the garment over her head and tossed in into the chair beside the bed.

"Am I like you guessed? I hope you're not disappointed."

"You're everything I guessed, and more, much more."

Stan quickly slipped off his shirt, undid his belt, and let his pants fall to the floor. He reached for Mellissa. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled into his warmth. Stan kissed her again, but this time, the kiss was not tentative. It was a kiss of raw passion. He covered her waiting lips with his, sucked gently, and then nibbled at her bottom lip. Mellissa closed her eyes and slipped her tongue over Stan's upper lip. She inhaled sharply when Stan's tongue touched hers. The tingle started all over again. It turned her nipples into firm nubs that pressed against the lace of her bra, then raced to the soft cleft between her thighs and left her warm and moist. 

Stan gently ran his hands over her back, down to her waist, and over her full hips. He lightly squeezed each cheek, then cupped them in his hands. His fingertips lightly caressed the crease between her hips and thighs. Mellissa was on fire. Need for this man overtook her. The only thought on her mind was that she wanted…, no…, she desperately needed him to make love to her. She needed to feel his bulk inside her, to feel his weight pressing her breasts flat between them, and to feel his hands moving over her body. 

Stan unhooked her bra and she let it slip over her shoulders. He rolled her panties down over her hips and pulled her into him. Her breasts mashed into the firm muscles of his chest and the heat of his body.

Mellissa felt for the waistband of his boxer shorts, hooked her thumbs under it, and slipped them from his hips. She felt his stiff cock bounce free and press into the curly hair on her mound. Her fingers found him and gently squeezed. Stan groaned. She slowly stroked his length and felt his cock swell larger in her hand. When Stan slipped one hand between them and cupped her breast, Melissa's heart skipped a beat. She felt his fingertip brush over her taut nipple, and gasped. The sensation had caused an exquisite tightening deep in her belly.

Stan lowered her to the bed and laid down beside her. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing here, gently stroking there, and setting her body aflame with need. His fingertips slipped down to the silky hair that guarded her long, satin lips. Mellissa unconsciously spread her thighs to give him access. Stan's fingertip slipped into the cleft of her sex and sought the ripples of her inner lips. When he touched their surface, Mellissa moaned. After so many years, she'd thought such feelings would never come to her again. Perhaps it was the time of abstinence, or perhaps it was her feelings for him, but Stan was exciting her to heights she'd never before experienced. 

Mellissa found his cock again and slowly stroked its length. It was so soft, yet so stiff. Her fingers found the sack beneath it and cradled his balls. She rolled them gently, feeling their weight and the coarse hairs that tickled her palm. Stan groaned again, and slipped his finger inside her passage. Mellissa arched off the bed and pulled Stan's lips to hers. She captured his mouth and sought his tongue. Surges of sensation raced through her body, and her mind was filled with an intense wanting for this man.

She began to rock her hips in response to his intimate caresses, and stroked his rigid cock more firmly. Stan found her swollen button and lightly brushed the tip. Mellissa gasped. He rubbed beside the soft little nub and she moaned in pleasure. Her thighs opened wide in readiness to receive his cock, and she pulled gently at his shoulders to convey her need.

She was warm, slippery wetness when he entered the clasping embrace of her body. Mellissa wriggled her hips to position herself for him, and cried out when Stan pushed his length deep inside her. The fullness in her belly and the sensation of her inner lips rolling over his shaft forced her to arch against him. Their bellies met just as she felt pressure deep inside her passage. Stan began to slowly withdraw. He stopped when the head of his cock was still trapped inside her, and then impaled her again. Mellissa closed her eyes, buried her face in his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his back. She inhaled his scent, the clean scent of soap, cologne, and the arousing male scent that underlay both. 

Stan slightly quickened his pace. She felt his hand searching for her breast. The soft caress around her nipple caused Mellissa to shudder. She lightly cupped his hips and pulled him into her with each stroke. Mellissa felt Stan slip his hand down her side, around her hip, and then gently caress her thigh. He reached higher to find her little clit. She arched off he bed again when he touched the tip and began rubbing in little circles.

They were one writhing mass of passion, each moving in response to the other, and each grasping for that final peak of blinding, gasping release. Mellissa was the first to cry out and shudder. The rapid thrusts of her hips and her raking nails forced Stan over the edge. He felt the surge through his cock and pressed deeply into her body. Mellissa cried out a second time, then again, and nearly squeezed the breath from him as she rode out wave after wave of the climax. Stan thrust deeply into her and spurted again, then a third time. He savored the clasping embrace of her passage as the tiny ripples died away and then started all over to pull at his cock again and again. At last, he rolled to Melissa's side and kissed her on the forehead. She looked up at him and giggled.

"So, which is better, guessing or unwrapping?"

"I think unwrapping the package is a lot better than just guessing what's inside."

"Believe me, the package thinks so, too."

She nestled in the crook of his arm and stroked his chest. In a few minutes she was asleep.




The Best Christmas Ever



The kiss woke her slowly. 

"Wake up, sleepy-head. It's morning."

Mellissa leisurely stretched her arms over her head and inhaled deeply. She yawned, hugged Stan's bare chest, and snuggled her breasts into his warmth.

"Mmmmmm, no. I just want to lay her all day, with you."

"Well, I, for one, want some breakfast. What say we go pick up Timmy and then get some pancakes?"

"You want Timmy to come?"

"Sure. Doesn't he like pancakes? They have about a hundred different kinds. I'll bet he can find at least one he likes."

Timmy was bewildered by the selection, but finally settled on blueberry with a side order of bacon.

On the Sunday before Christmas, Mellissa put up the artificial Christmas tree, and Timmy helped hang the lights and ornaments. Mellissa still had no idea what he'd told Santa he wanted for Christmas. She couldn't afford much, but it would help if she knew.

"I'll bet you can hardly wait for Christmas Eve, can you Timmy?"

"Nope. I'm going to get the best present ever."

"What was it you asked Santa for? I forgot."

"It's a secret. I can't tell you or it won't happen."

Mellissa decided it was better to have him disappointed now than on Christmas day.

"Timmy, the man you talked to in my store wasn't really Santa. Do you know that?"

"That's what Bobby said, too. He said your mom and dad get you the presents at Christmas, but I don't believe him. That was Santa, and he's real. He told me he'd try really hard to get me what I asked for."

"Well, what if he can't?"

"Oh, he will. Santa always brings you what you ask for."

It was useless trying to argue with a five-year-old. He hadn't known disappointment, and wouldn't listen to reason until he had. Mellissa would get him something and hope she could explain why it wasn't what Santa had promised.

Stan asked if they could see each other on Christmas Eve. Mellissa had been a little hesitant. She hated leaving Timmy home on such a special night. Stan's answer had been amazing. 

"Well, we could have our date at your place. That way, you won't be leaving Timmy. He'll be right there with us. Oh, and don't worry about dinner. I'll take care of that."

Mellissa let him in at six and sniffed the aromas that seeped from the white Styrofoam boxes he carried.

"It smells delicious. It's chicken, right?"

"But not just any chicken. This is chicken piccata from Rocinni's along with zucchini parmesan and pasta primavera. The little one's some ammaretto cheesecake for desert. Oh, in case Timmy doesn't like Italian, I brought some burgers and fries too. Could you start getting things ready while I go back to my car? I have a bottle of Chablis for us and some sodas for Timmy. I brought some eggnog for afterwards, too. You just can't have a Christmas Eve party without eggnog."

Mellissa washed the few dishes while Stan played with Timmy. She peeked into the living room a couple of times as she was drying the glasses. They were having races with Timmy's toy cars. She noticed that Stan seemed to be letting Timmy win most of the time. The sight filled her heart with joy. It was a sight that could have easily been one of the dreams she had from time to time. They were a little family, safe and snug in their house. Her husband and son played together while she did the dishes. Later on, they'd tuck Timmy in bed and talk about how the day had gone. At ten, they'd walk back to the bedroom and make love before falling asleep in each other's arms

Melissa sighed and put the last glass in the cabinet. She dared not hope that her dream could come true. If it didn't, it would break her heart. She hung her apron on the cabinet knob and joined Stan and Timmy in the living room.

"Are you two having fun."

"Mommy, Mr. Cooper got to ride on a real fire engine. He even got to make the siren go."

Stan grinned and shrugged. "My brother is a fireman. He took me for a ride, once."

"Well, it's almost nine, so you two will have to play some more another day. It's time Timmy went to bed."

"But we haven't had our eggnog yet."

"Yeah, Mommy. Mr. Cooper says we have to have eggnog, and put cookies and milk out for Santa. He gets hungry from taking all the presents around."

It was almost ten when Mellissa finally got Timmy tucked into bed. She pulled the covers up to his neck and kissed him on the forehead. Timmy looked up at her.

"Mommy, do you like Mr. Cooper?"

"Yes, Honey, I like him a lot."

"Good, 'cause I like him a lot, too."

Mellissa brought the coffee into the living room, and they sat and talked on the couch as they had so many times before. Stan seemed a little nervous and kept looking at his watch. Finally, he asked if she thought Timmy was still awake. She tiptoed down the hall to check.

"No, he's asleep." She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Whatcha got in mind, big fella?"

"Well, I need to go out to my car again. I know you won't like this, but I couldn't help myself. Just don't be mad, OK?"

He came back with four, gift-wrapped boxes. She recognized the wrapping paper. It was the same that Winslow's used. 

"I'm glad you have a tree. Don't know how I'd have put one of those in my car."

"What's in the packages?"

"I'm not going to tell you. It's more fun to guess than to know, remember?"

"That's not what you said last Saturday night."

"That was different. You have to wait until tomorrow morning."

Stan put the presents under the tree. Mellissa went to her bedroom and brought out her one gift for Timmy. Her mother had given her the money on Sunday, and she'd been lucky enough to find the toy garage set on sale. She placed it under the tree with Stan's presents and sat down beside him on the couch.

"I hope he likes it. He never did tell me what he asked Santa for."

"Don't worry. He'll like it. I just hope you like yours."

"Mine? Stan…, I'm so sorry. I didn't get you anything. I didn't think – "

"You don't have to explain, Mellissa. I understand. I didn't expect you to. It's been enough just to be with you the last few weeks. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman, and I think I'm in love with you. I haven't told you that before because there's something you don't know about me, and when you hear it, you might not want to keep seeing me."

"Stan, I feel the same way about you. There's nothing you could say to change that."

"OK, but I still need to tell you. Remember I said I couldn't give Judy what she wanted? What Judy wanted was children. I love kids too, but nothing seemed to work. We tried for two years before we went to a doctor. Mellissa, the problem was me."

She chuckled and put her hand over his.

"Everything seemed to work pretty well the other night. I don't have any complaints. I'd like to try it again, in fact."

"No, no, it's…, it's not that I couldn't make love to her. I had this bicycle accident when I was a teenager. The accident damaged…, well, the doctor said my sperm count is extremely low. He gave us about one chance in a hundred thousand of conceiving a child. Judy was just torn apart, and I felt the same way. I wanted at least three. She wouldn't even listen to him about adoption or sperm donors. Judy had to have a child by her husband. She left about a month after we found out."

Mellissa was thinking about Walt and why he'd started sleeping with another woman.

"Doesn't sound like she loved you very much."

"I think she did, in her own way. It just wasn't strong enough to survive the knowledge that we couldn't have children together. That's why I never dated many women before you, and why I haven't told you this until now. I was afraid if you knew, you'd stop seeing me. I still am."

"Just because we couldn't have children?"

"Well, that's what all women want, isn't it?"

"Some of us do. I wanted children, but Walt didn't. As soon as I got pregnant, he started sleeping around. That's why I got divorced. He didn't love me enough either, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be able to love you."

"And how about now. Do you want to have more children?"

"If it happened, I would be happy. If it didn't, I could still be happy, if the man loved me…, and Timmy."

Stan reached in his pocket and pulled out a small, black, velvet covered box.

"Then I do have a present you can see tonight. I'm sorry, I didn't wrap this one."

Melissa couldn't say anything after she opened the box. Inside was a slender white gold ring. In the center mount was a single, large diamond. Two smaller diamonds sparkled on either side.

"Mellissa, I love you very much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and Timmy. We haven't known each other very long, so this doesn't have to be an engagement ring. I know you need some time to think this out, and I want you to be sure. Can we call this a pre-engagement, engagement ring?"

She blinked back the tears as Stan slipped the ring over the ring finger of her left hand, then gave up and wiped her eyes.

"We can call it anything you want, but I don't have to think about it. Timmy likes you, and I love you."

Stan didn't spend the night. He thought it wouldn't be right for Timmy to wake up and find his mother with a man in her bed. He promised to be back on Christmas morning. Mellissa told him to be early, because Timmy would be up at about seven. He heard Timmy's little voice just before he knocked on the door.

"Mommy, look. Santa ate the cookies and drank the milk I left. Can we open the presents now?"

"Just as soon as Stan gets here. Now finish your cocoa."

She was as pretty in her jeans and sweatshirt as in the dresses she wore on their dates. Stan enveloped her in his arms and kissed her as soon as he walked in the door. Timmy came running from the kitchen. He had cocoa on his upper lip, and a Christmas cookie in his hand.

"Mr. Cooper, Santa came last night. Come look. He left presents under our tree. Mommy said we could open them as soon as you got here."

"Sweetheart, let me get Stan some coffee first. Stan would you like something to eat? I made a coffee cake."

They sat on the couch and Timmy carried over the package Mellissa had put under the tree the night before.

"It has my name on it. Can I open it?"

"Sure you can."

Timmy was overjoyed with the toy garage set, and immediately began playing with it. Stan chuckled. "I guess Santa got you what you wanted. Did he get you anything else? There's four other packages over there. Let's go look." He got up and walked to the tree. "Let's see. Here's one for Timmy…, oh, and here's another one for Timmy. Hmmm, this one is for somebody named Mellissa. Do you know anybody named Mellissa?"

Timmy grinned. "That's Mommy's name." 

"Well, you better take her this one, then. Oops, wait a minute, the last one's for her too."

In the space of three minutes, Timmy was surrounded by torn wrapping paper and staring with wide eyes and a wider grin at an electric train set and an action figure of his favorite cartoon character. He jumped up, ran to Mellissa, and hugged her around the neck. 

"Mommy, I got a lot of presents."

"So, Santa brought what you asked him for, after all, didn't he."

"But I didn't ask him for this stuff."

"Well, then, what did you ask him for?"

Timmy looked a little sad when he looked at her.

"It's OK, Mommy. I like my presents and Santa probably didn't have enough time yet."

Mellissa took his hands in hers and gently squeezed them.

"Sweetheart, sometimes things don't work out like we'd like them to. That Santa in my store, well, he's just a man we hire to talk to the little children."

"I know that's what you said, but I thought maybe…"

He had felt the ring on Melissa's finger, and bent down to look at it.

"What's this, Mommy?"

"It's an engagement ring, Timmy. Stan gave it to me last night. Sweetheart, he wants to have us come live with him. Would you like that?"

"You mean he wants you to get married to him, and go to live in his house?"

"Yes, and you'll be there too. Stan wants you to come. He likes you a lot."

Timmy's face beamed with a huge smile.

"See, Mommy. I told you Santa is real. He brought what I asked him for. I told you he would."

"Timmy, whatever are you talking about?"

"I asked Santa to find a man who would like you, and like me too, so you wouldn't cry anymore. Oh Mommy, this is the best Christmas ever."

Well, it's early December again and Christmas Eve is only two weeks away. Stan and Timmy are building a snow fort in the back yard, and Melissa's baking a cake for desert tonight. Her mother's coming over for dinner. There's a big, fresh Christmas tree in the living room that Stan and Timmy cut out at the tree farm. It's covered with brand-new ornaments and lights that don't go out at the drop of a hat. Three stockings hang from the fireplace mantle, but they're high enough that the crackling fire doesn't scorch them. Mellissa knows what Timmy bought Stan. The tag says "To Daddy, From Timmy", and it's a new wallet. Stan knows what Timmy bought Mellissa. She's going to like the sweater. She pointed it out to Stan about two months ago. Timmy knows what Stan and Mellissa bought each other, too, but he isn't telling. 

Timmy's six now, and he's trying really hard to be a grown-up, well…, except for one thing. Few of his classmates went to see Santa this year. They all know their parents buy the gifts that say "From Santa" on the tags. Timmy knows that too, but he still believes Santa is real. I guess he has a reason to believe. He asked for a very special gift, not for him, but for his mother, and that gift happened. This year, the picture of him on Santa's knee is in a frame on the mantle. There are copies waiting for Melissa's mother and Stan's parents, too. Timmy didn't ask Santa for anything while he sat on the old elf's knee. He just wanted to say "Thanks".

The trouble with adults is that they lose the ability to have faith in things without analyzing them to death. They don't really have a reason why they don't believe. Ideas like Santa just aren't logical to them, and therefore, they can't possibly exist. Sometimes, it makes me wonder why I keep doing these things. Well,,,, I only wonder until some little girl or boy asks me for a special gift for someone else. Then I know why I do it. 

Mrs. Claus says it's time for me to retire, but I don't know. There's this one elf who might be able to do it, but he's going to need some coaching, a lot of coaching, I think. These young elves just don't understand the real meaning of Christmas. They think it's all about dolls and fire trucks and train sets. It takes the heart of a child to really understand.

I think I'll stay with it for a while longer. There's this little six-year-old girl in Atlanta who lost her mother a year ago. She knows her mother is happy up there in Heaven, but her father, Jim, is just about at the end of his rope. Little Mary says he really needs someone to love him so he can start to live again. I know of a woman who works in the building next to his. Maggie lost her husband some time back, and, well, she needs someone, too. She always wanted a little girl, and Mary is the cutest little blonde you've ever seen. Jim and Maggie going to bump into each other this afternoon. If I've got it figured right, this is going to be Mary's best Christmas ever.

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Ronde. 



The Best Christmas Present Ever



I hadn't planned it, hell most of the time I can barely stand to be around her, but this time, this one time something happened and well, for a brief moment I saw her completely differently than I ever had before. Throughout high school she was my kid sister, actually more popular than me, she got to be a real pain in the ass. I was so glad to finally graduate and go off to college and get away from her for a while.

Of course I really didn't count on her following me to the same college a few years later, but at least there she was in her dorm and I was off campus in an apartment. She seemed to have grown up a bit and now when we ran across each other on campus it was as least cordial. I actually looked forward to the holidays and the long break we'd have. I thought it might actually be nice being near a real, civil human being for a change.

Thanksgiving went fine, but with all the Christmas shopping and all, we didn't see a lot of each other, but the few times we were around each other, like at Thanksgiving Dinner and then on the weekend watching football, we got along very well. Just like any normal brother and sister which was an abnormal thing for us. Perhaps she was growing up a bit. 

Anyway, Thanksgiving ended and I got buried in finals. She must have been too because I didn't see her until I pulled into the driveway at our house for the start of Christmas break. She had finished a day earlier than me and came home right after her last test. I finished mine and hung around until my grades were posted.

I was in a good mood because I had received three A's and two B's, not quite the dean's list, but close enough. Sis' grades weren't as good, but what can you expect from a freshman. She did get one A, two B's and two C's, not earth shattering but reasonable for as much playing around as she must have done at the dorm.

We both had most of our shopping done by then so there wasn't much for us to do but hang around the house. Things went well as we helped our parents decorate the house and get ready for the week of Christmas when we expected our grandparents to stay with us for a few days. Even mom's obsessive cleaning wasn't too bad with sis and me helping out.

It wasn't until later in the week when dad was at work and mom had gone out shopping, leaving sis and I at home alone that I wondered if the old, evil sis had suddenly come back. Everything was fine until I went into my room and I found my laptop was gone and my desk basically ransacked. "Oh fuck, the bitch is back," I moaned to myself.

I headed straight to her room and barged in without knocking or anything, shouting, "Where the hell is my laptop and why did you ransack..." I stopped mid sentence because I saw her on the bed wearing only panties. The computer was propped up on a pillow beside her and she was rubbing her nipples with her hands.

She looked up at me and said, "Damn, I thought I locked that. Anyway I needed to borrow your laptop, I knew you had some good porn and well, I just needed to, well... this. Of course you had a password so I had to mess up your desk searching for it."

I hadn't moved and really didn't hear anything she said, my eyes were now focused on her, more specifically her panties which had an enormous, darkened wet spot. Before I could move or do anything else she said, "At least lock the door."

Without moving my gaze, I reached over, pushed the button on the door and shoved it closed. I then took a step closer to the bed, oblivious to everything but the wet spot. My cock was getting hard and most likely poking out in my pants but I didn't move.

"Oh, you like my panties. They're Christmas panties, David gave them to me. Do you like the snowmen and Christmas trees? I figured it was more appropriate than anything religious. Anyway, I was right you do have some good porn. I especially like this here," she turned the computer a bit, but I didn't even look.

"Yeah, I love when the guys go down on the girls, their tongues pushing inside them and then flicking over their clit. Oh that must feel so good."

I took another step closer but still stared at her panties.

"My panties still, would you like to touch them?"

I didn't answer, I simply reached out and touched my fingers to the wet spot. Beginning to tremble, I moved them a bit, feeling the wetness rubbing onto my fingers.

"I was just about to play with myself, I you want you can pull off my panties and watch me."

Without a word I reached up to the waistband and slowly pulled the panties downward, letting the wet crotch fall into my hand as I pulled them off her legs. I held them for a moment, feeling the wetness cover my fingers while I looked up at my sister. Her legs were spread wide now and I watched as one hand slid down from her nipple, over the curve of her breast, down her stomach and into her curly pubic hair.

Her fingers moved around as the hair curled over them and suddenly I wanted to run my face through those tight curls. But her fingers didn't stop, they moved downward, sliding between her lips and then into her pussy, which already glistened. She got her fingers nice and wet and then moved them up to her clit. Only after she began circling her clit with her fingers did she say, "Your cock looks big, why don't you take it out."

I unfastened and unzipped my pants, carefully pulling them and my underwear down. Kicking off my shoes, I stepped out of my pants and then, looked up at her face. She was looking down at my erection.

"You play with it while I play with myself, okay," she said. 

My eyes traveled down her body while I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and began stroking. I looked at her breasts, slightly flattened with her on her back, but still nice and curved, so soft looking. I could have gazed at them for hours but I was impatient and quickly looked down to her pussy. By now she was moving two fingers on her left hand in and out of her opening while she moved the fingers of her right hand over her clit. Her hips slowly moved up and down like she was fucking her fingers.

I began to stroke myself faster as she increased the speed of her fingers. Her breathing quickened and she moaned loudly. She seemed to be tensing up when she looked up at me and pleaded, "Lick it, please lick my pussy."

Immediately falling to my knees, I moved in shoving my tongue deep inside her, tasting her for the first time. Her pussy was warm and so very wet, tasting a bit earthy but tangy too. It was a taste I could drink all day but she said, "My clit, lick my clit."

I moved my tongue upward, following the flowery curve of her lips until I found the tiny nub. Slowly circling it with my tongue I felt her suddenly raise her hips and moan loudly. I pushed my fingers into her wet pussy and felt her come, her pussy walls squeezing in on my fingers again and again. Pausing for a few moments, I stopped my tongue movement until the pulsations inside her slowed down.

Lifting my head, I felt her grab it with her hands and pull me back down to her as she moaned, "Do it again, please do it again."

Diving in, I began working my fingers in and out of her while moving my tongue. I slipped my tongue underneath the clit, lifting it up until I could close my lips over it, sucking it into my mouth. Her hips were working wildly, shoving her pussy against my face and over my fingers. She began grinding her pussy on my face as her clit slipped out of my mouth. Pushing against me, she moaned and said, "Oh yes, I'm coming again."

Her body relaxed and I turned my head so I could breathe. My fingers were still deep inside her, feeling her pussy pulsate over them again. I waited for just a moment and then pulled my fingers out and looked down. Her pussy was so beautifully inviting, the clit hard, poking from between her lips, her lips looking so soft, so gently curved and her cunt, still open and twitching slightly even after I withdrew my fingers.

With out a word I moved up and plunged my cock into her, sliding it easily into her soaking pussy, shoving myself to the hilt. She cried out, "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me."

I wanted to fuck her hard, and yet I wanted to do it soft. I wanted to do it every way I could so I could feel her around me, while she felt every inch of me. I wanted to fuck her all night, but after seeing her come, after tasting her and now after feeling her taking me I couldn't hold off. Closing my eyes I let the pleasure sweep through my body, I arched my back and came spurting my cum so deep into her pussy. As I came I felt my strength seem to leave me and I collapsed on top of her, my chest pressing against her breasts.

She turned her head and our lips came together. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue and lips. We kissed and kissed until my cock finally shrank and slipped out of her.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tight for the longest time, as we kissed, whispered about how good it felt and then kissed some more. I was ready to spend the night when I heard a car door close. I quickly jumped up and grabbed my clothes and unlocked my sister's door.

Just as I was about to step into the hallway, my sister spread her legs wide and then smiled at me saying, "Merry Christmas brother."

"Merry Christmas sis," I replied. "That had to be the best Christmas present ever."

"For sure brother, the best present ever."



The Best Christmas



Carrie seemed fascinated with what she held and she slowly stroked her brother's prick, smearing the copious amount of pre-cum over the head and along it's length. Scott glanced over at Robyn who was entranced watching the siblings. Her eyes were glazed and she was jamming her fingers madly into her pussy.

Carrie scooted forward slightly, rubbing the head of Scott's cock against her hot cunt lips. And then she was falling backwards, pulling him with her in urgent need. Her legs embraced him, warm thighs squeezing his hips, soft tit flesh pressed against his chest. Her mouth was warm and wet; her breath fresh as they kissed as lovers for the first time. Again she took his dick in her hands and pressed down until the cockhead was enveloped by her cunt lips. Slowly, her brother's prick slid in, splitting her vaginal lips .

Moaning , Carrie began to hump upwards, meeting each oh her brother's slow thrusts with one of her own. Her pussy was extremely tight-- so tight, that Scott wondered if she had ever had a man inside her before. But her squirming body beneath his drove away such distracting thoughts. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him in the half darkness, her lips curled up in a smile and she whispered:

"Fuck me hard, big brother. Fill me with your cum."

Scott began thrusting in and out faster and faster, grunting with each plunge. Carrie savagely threw her hips up at him as her fingers tweaked her clit. They were so close....so close.

"I love you," Carrie whispered, giving in to the first shattering surge of her climax.

Robyn moved behind Scott and a second later he felt her fingers playing with his tight balls as her sweet tongue probed and licked around his anus. It was all too much and he began cumming.

Carrie's eyes grew wide, feeling the first liquid splash deep inside her .Moaning her brothers name, she came with him, biting down hard on his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. 

Again and again his cock throbbed, firing into her, filling her tunnel with his cum. Her little cunt was squeezing him, milking every last drop from him. Scott could feel the anxiety of the day draining from his body even as his balls were drained of their cum.

This was turning out to be the best Christmas ever.

When it was over, Scott laid next to his sister and held her against his chest as their lips pressed together in tender kisses.

Robyn looked at the pair with amazement and pure lust.

"God," she said. "That was incredibly hot. Hey Scotty, think you can get it up again for me?" Before the boy could answer, Robyn was beside him, sucking new life into his deflated prick.

"Looks like you're in for a long night," Carrie whispered and watched her best friend go to work.