3 comments/ 125425 views/ 4 favorites Home for Christmas By: Richard Norman It was an amazing Christmas vacation this past year, thanks to Aunt Carla. She's my not really my aunt, but my mother's best friend. I've called her that since I was a kid. Carla is a literary agent who often visits New York, to see publishers there. I drove to my hometown of Boston, from New York. It had been a grueling semester at NYU. On top of that, I had a nasty cold, so I was looking forward to taking it easy at home. I had no plans to see any women at home, just loll around the house, watch football, and eat mom's cooking. But my plans changed when I found a note from mom in the kitchen, after unlocking the front door and pulling my suitcase into the house. It said, "Nick, sorry that I'm not home to see you. I'm driving up to Kittery because your Uncle Charley is very sick. You were already on the road when I had to leave, so I couldn't call you. I told Carla about the situation, and she offered to put you up during vacation, feed you well, that sort of thing. Give her a call; the phone number is at the bottom of this message." I thought about Carla before picking up the phone to call her. She has a great body for someone her age. I'd jacked off a few times when thinking about her, and now I was going to stay with her! When I called, she told me to come right over to her place and asked if I was hungry. After I told her that I hadn't anything to eat since leaving Boston, she said, "Come right over here. I stocked up on stuff for you to eat." When she said that, I couldn't help thinking about her pussy, how much I'd love to eat her, and suck on her nipples. Then I shook my head, trying to get rid of those images. She's too old for me, I figured, and she's mom's best friend. Carla greeted me at her door with a kiss and told me to bring the suitcase in. Then she said, "Let me show you the place where you'll be staying." As she led me toward a door off the living room, I noticed how her ass cheeks moved underneath tight bluejeans. I was in some kind of erotic dream, it seemed, and I'd only just arrived. Carla opened the door and motioned me in. "This is my office, where I write publicity releases and that sort of crap. There's a sofa behind the desk that opens into a full-size bed. Help me open it up." I helped her, and the result was an adequate bed. Then she told me to make myself at home, and that she'd make breakfast for me in the morning. "What do you like to eat for breakfast?" she asked. I almost told her that I wanted to eat her pussy, but instead asked for eggs over easy, with bacon. No point in being crude with her. Carla wished me a good night and after "Sweet dreams" closed the door. Sometime later that night I started coughing because of the fucking cold. I must have made a hell of a lot of noise because I heard the door open and then her voice. "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm OK. It's the worst cold I've ever had. Sorry to bother you." I felt her lean over me on the bed. It was dark in the room and I couldn't see her, but I knew she was very close. Then she said, "You're no bother; I'm glad you're here with me. I get lonely sometimes." At that point, without any advance plan, I reached out to her in the dark. She seemed to be wearing something like a nightgown, and not much else. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. After a moment's hesitation, she kissed me back! "Carla, I'm really sorry", I stammered. "It's OK, ... Nothing to be sorry about. Hold me tight, it's too long since I've been with a young guy." Then I felt her reach for my cock! "Holy shit, Carla! That feels fantastic!" "Keep quiet, . Just enjoy." She moved her hand up and down on my cock, but then she stopped and said something to me. "Not a Goddam word about this to your mother! Or anything else we do this weekend in my place. Is that understood?" "Yeah," I mumbled. "Say it like you mean it! Do I have your promise?" "I promise that I won't tell mom, Carla. Put your hand back on my cock, please." She put her hand on my cock and continued to stroke it until I came, making a sticky mess on the bed. She must have used the light switch, because there I was in bed with her, my spunk in the bed between us. "Sorry -- " I started to say. "Hey, don't worry about it," she said. "I'll get a washcloth and clean up the bed. I'll be right back." It was a scene out of porn movie, or something like that. She came back with a wet washcloth clutched in one hand, and the other hand holding a thin blue nightgown together. Carla seemed oblivious to the fact that her tits and crotch were showing through the nighty. Her crotch was a dark triangle, under the nighty. I figured that was cunt hair and wondered if she ever shaved her pussy. It was obvious that she was advertising her body and wanted me as much as I wanted her. A woman the same age as my mother, and I loved the idea! Maybe I realized, for the first time, that I'm attracted to older women. Or maybe is was that Carla had been on my mind ever since I was a kid. None of that mattered - she was showing her body to me, and I was determined to take what she offered. As Carla scrubbed away at the wet spot in the mattress, I said, "Forget the wet spot! It's going to get a lot wetter before long. Take that damn nighty off: show me what you have, you horny bitch!" At that point, I was scared that I'd been too direct with her and was prepared to apologize. But it wasn't necessary to apologize, because she slowly dropped the nighty, showing me her naked body. Then she spoke. "Do you like what I have? I truly want to please you. It's been too long since I made love to a young guy like you." Then she added, "To tell the truth, it's been too long since I've had sex with *anyone*, and I'm horny as can be. Can you understand that?" "Yeah, I can. It's too way long since I got fucked. Come here, Carla, and give me a big hug, and a kiss!" We embraced, kissed, then lay down on the bed facing each other. She put her hand on my cock, which had recovered enough to respond. As she grabbed my dick, I put two fingers into her cunt and said, "spread your legs real wide, Carla. Show me your pussy." She must have shaved her pussy, making it easy to see her cunt lips. I bent down and put my tongue between those lips, then licked my way up to her clit, which was out from behind its hood and waiting to be loved. After I pleasured her clit orally for four or five minutes, she came! I held her in my arms afterwards, as she relaxed, a happy smile on her face. "You're the best lover I've every had!" she said. "You're going to sleep in my bed, from now on, instead of the one in this office. What do you think of that?" "I think it's great! But I hate to mention this - can we have breakfast now? I haven't eaten anything since leaving New York." She laughed. "Sure, honey. We'll have breakfast. After that, we're going to do sixty-nine. How do you like the thought of eating my pussy and getting a blow job at the same time?" That's what we did that first night of my vacation, and the rest our time together. Three days after I arrived in Boston, mom called and spoke to Carla. I heard Carla's part of the conversation. "Barbara, it's been my pleasure to have Nick here. He's a really nice young man." After mom said something else, Carla winked at me and responded to mom. "We found something to do together, despite our age difference. When are you getting back?" After mom said something else, Carla said, "Too bad Charley is still under the weather. No, you don't have to hurry home. I and Nick are now the best of friends. It's worked out well. See you in a few weeks. Do you want to talk to Nick?" She held the phone out to me, saying "Talk to your mother." I told mom not to hurry home, that Carla had been a wonderful hostess. When mom asked what we'd done to pass the time, I said, "Carla showed me a thing or two, She knows her way around Boston." After hanging up the phone, I told Carla that mom thinks she's been a good influence on me. Carla responded, "Was I good?" "You're very good! But practice is still necessary. Take off your clothes, Carla. Then get on the bed, spread your legs, and we'll practice all day, if necessary. What do you think of that?" "Great idea," she said. We practiced all sorts of positions in bed, until it was almost time for me to drive back to New York. I was on top, then she was on top, and then we were side-by-side. I ate her, and she sucked my cock. I was startled when Carla pulled something shaped like a cock out of a desk drawer, together with a leather harness. "What the hell is that?" I asked. "Nick, this is a strapon. I'll put the harness around my hips and then attach the strapon...How does that look?" "I'm not sure if I like it or not. Looks scary to me." "I guarantee you'll love it," she said. Get on your knees, next to the bed, and bend over." I did as she asked, despite my fear of the unknown. Carla held the strapon in her hand, so that I could see it, as she covered it with something from a tube. "What's going on?" I said. "I'm just putting lube on the strapon, so it will go in without hurting you. Remember to relax your sphincter muscles." "What are those?" "Just relax," she said, and then started to push her way into my ass. "Hey, that hurts!" I said. "Just relax," she said, and continued pushing into me. She fucked me until the strapon was right against my ass. Then she pulled out a bit, only to push in again, as far as possible. After ten minutes of that sort of thing, she pulled all the way out, kissed me, and asked, "Are you OK, Nick?" "I think so, but I've never been fucked like that. My asshole really hurts." "You'll get to love it over time, I promise. In the meantime, it's you turn to fuck me." We took turns until morning came. Then we had breakfast, while naked. We watched Christmas stuff on TV, then back to bed for more sex. When I had to leave for New York, Carla kissed me and promised to see me whenever she goes to New York on business, keeping our affair a secret from mom. I'm looking forward to nonstop sex in her hotel room, partly because she promised to bring the strapon with her. Life doesn't get much better than that. Home for Christmas! On The train journey home for the Christmas break all I could think about was my first few months away from home, away from the dominance of mother and how I'd changed. Grown up was more like how I felt as a woman, not only losing my virginity but also the pleasure I'd discovered with my Jennifer. Now I was in for about eleven days of boredom, or so I thought at the time. Little did I know how that was going to change. My first surprise was my Mother and her reaction to my appearance, walking in on her in my make up looking like a young woman should, but after a welcoming hug held me at arms length and looking at me said something like, "well well look at you, all grown up now." She did not seem angry or upset, just said it in a matter of fact tone. Christmas Eve I spent in town doing some last minute shopping, and ran into school chums I'd known, and they all seemed surprised at my appearance. Of course I was pleased with their remarks once they realized who I was, telling me how different I looked. We had Christmas dinner at home with a couple more relatives joining us as well as Emma, who mother had invited as she would have have been on her own otherwise, so she was more than welcome. When Emma first saw me she stopped and stared saying, "wow look at you, you left home as a little girl and have come back as a full grown woman?" I was so pleased to see her too as we gave each other a welcoming hug. We had exchanged gifts and finally sat down to dinner, it was wonderful in the candle light and during dinner mother had another surprise for me, allowing me to have a glass of wine with the meal. After I cleared the dishes away, (some things never changed with my mother) I could join the others and I was offered a glass of sherry, she had bought some for the festive season for everyone to enjoy. Sitting round the fireplace and sipping sherry made me feel really good, the first in a very long time at home with Mother and my Aunt. Emma would occasionally look at me and smile as if she was still finding it hard to believe how different I looked, I knew she was happy for me, and as I told you I'd always liked her growing up for her treats like sweets etc. As mother wouldn't approve of me getting too many sweets Emma would smile and quietly say something like, "this will be our little secret", or "no one else needs to know" in a way that made me feel special. I always thought she had Spanish looks, a big boned woman with Jet black hair an ample body and very pretty expressive eyes, during the evening she often made eye contact with me and I thought they were sparkling, but the wine was probably making me think that. During the conversation Emma, as a school teacher was also off for the duration, and said she was going to re-wall paper her living room, and as had happened so many times before mother spoke up and offered my services to help her. Emma protested she didn't need any help, but mother insisted saying it would give me something to do during the holidays. In a way I didn't really mind as I liked Emma, still it would have been nice if I'd been asked by her rather than having mother making my decisions for me. It was to be another day before she was to begin stripping off the old wall paper, so it was arranged I'd be there to help her. That first morning I got up early and threw on an old blouse and skirt and digging out my old bike rode over to her house. Emma met me at the door, took my coat and hung it up before ushering me into her kitchen where she insisted we should have a cup of tea first. I sat at the table while she scurried around pouring the tea before dragging up a chair to sit close to me. I could see she was excited as she took my hand in hers and started talking to me. Now I'm not going to pretend I remember exactly what she said to me after all these years, so what follows is how I remember it. Clasping my hand she said something like, "my my look at you all grown up now and so pretty, hard to believe the difference only four months have made." I told you we had written to each other every week and told her about losing my 'maidenhead' to Derek, now she raised that and asked me to tell her all about how it happened. Sitting that close it was embarrassing, but she wouldn't give up till I told her all about it. Next she asked about Jennifer and insisted I tell her all about her. I had written a lot about Jennifer over the weeks and didn't realize how much I'd told her about Jenny in my letters, and now holding my hand between hers pressed me for more details of our friendship. I danced all around the intimacy part but I couldn't fool Emma, I realized later she had read between the lines in my letters to suspect there was something going on between Jenny and I. Now sitting so close to me and I could see she was excited as she hung on every word I said, pressing me for every detail when at last she asked me if I loved Jennifer. I think I said, "of course I do, she's my best friend there," and Emma went on, "no dear, I mean did the two of you really love one another?" Sitting so close together there was no mistaking what she meant, only I didn't know how I should answer her. Caught unawares at the boldness of her question I looked away and kept silent, and in so doing I gave her the answer. Putting a hand on my cheek she turned my head so she could look me in the eye said, "that's OK Rosalyn, lots of girls love one another and you are so pretty dear, who could blame her." I felt so ashamed, here was this Teacher who I'd known all my life, probing me for my darkest secrets. Now she had her chair right up against mine and put an arm around me giving me a big hug, just holding me for a moment then kissed me on my cheek and brushed my hair away from my face. Now she was whispering, "that's OK dear lots of us women have done that, nothing to be ashamed of, it's good to love a friend all the way like that." I didn't know what to say to that, she was holding me so close, cheek to cheek and brushing my hair with one hand then I felt her other hand on my knee. Intimidated, embarrassed or what I don't know, she had been my friend as well as my mentor for so many years, I just sat there not knowing what to do. The hand on my leg started to caress me and move slowly up, I just sat there letting her touch me as her hand crept up my leg to touch the bare skin above my stocking top. Gently she pried my legs apart and I didn't really resist, I felt her breathing change as she kissed the corner of my mouth. The hand on my leg was caressing it so slowly and I was very conscious of what she was doing. Scared with what was happening yet didn't try to stop her. She was murmuring to me about how beautiful I was, how she had always thought of me as, 'her girl' and that I deserved to be treated nicely. My body was responding as she'd hoped, and soon I felt her fingers at my crotch and for a moment I closed my legs to trap her hand, she just left it there and in a minute I opened my legs again that she took to be a silent invitation to continue. Her lips were wet as they brushed mine, I closed my eyes and thought of Jenny, how sweet her kisses had been, now I was experienced that sweetness again as I felt her tongue push between them. Her fingers were pushing my knickers into my pussy lips, stroking up and down. I held onto her as I opened my mouth to let her searching tongue push it's way into it, weakening I began to suck on it. My orgasm hit with such force I called out and and she held on to me till I relaxed as the force subsided. "Like that" she whispered, I never answered her, just held on to her letting my body speak for it's self. Giving me time to recover she whispered, "let me see you dear" and started unbuttoning my blouse and took it off me, then unsnapped my bra and it fluttered to the floor too. She caught her breath as she ran her hands over my breasts cupping them, leaning forward kissing my nipples then pressed her face against them. There was no resistance as she had me move over to sit on her knee as she continued to kiss me, opening her legs to pull my knee into her crotch, pushing her dress up as if to let me feel her there. She returned to rubbing my pussy through my knickers, then had me stand for a moment so she could pull then down below my knees, then when I sat back down she removed them altogether. She knew what she was doing, pushing one finger inside, then two into the depths of my pussy and out to caress around my labias, over and around my clitoris. I wanted to touch her in return, I felt my leg up against her crotch, her big breasts pressing against mine as she pulled me into her yet, I was too shy or scared to do anything. Her breathing changed noticeably as she put her hand on my knees again, pulling them tight against her crotch for a moment kissing me again then whispered, "come on" and pushed me off her knee and got up. She held my hand and led me through a little hallway and into her bedroom. I offered no resistance as she unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor and indicated for me to sit on her bed. Keeping her eyes on mine, a smile on her lips as she undid the buttons followed by the belt at her waist and pushed her dress off her shoulders and stepped out of it. Next she removed her bra letting her tits swing free, They looked gorgeous, I couldn't help but stare at her dark nipples standing out against her pale skin. She then pushed her bloomers and girdle down together and stepping out of them. She took her time doing this until she was standing there smiling at me revealing the beauty of her body, her thick bush very dark against the whiteness of her skin, and glistening with the wetness our closeness had induced. She was definitely full breasted and had generous hips, I trembled with anticipation as she moved closer; kneeling over me as she climbed onto the bed, and laid down beside me, then taking my hand placed it on her tit and whispered, "I want you to love me". It felt so soft, so much bigger than Jenny's and I knew what to do and began stroking her. She talked to me telling me what she liked as she held the tit I was stroking, then moving so I could play with her other one. She kept telling me what she liked as I kissed and sucked, first the one then she moved to offer me the other one. She was getting excited, her breathing changed as her pleasure grew and I was also excited to learn how I could please her with my caresses and kisses. All the while she was looking into my eyes as if to gage my reaction, I was higher than a kite loving what I was doing to her yet still a little tense, but was soon rewarded with her moaning and movements, then holding my wrists held me tight for a moment as I felt her convulse as she had a climax. Now relaxing she took hold of my hand and moved it down then placed it on her vagina and pressing it against its lips, she was wet, so wet as my fingers slipped easily between her lips to explore the depths of her vagina. I had no difficulty in locating her clitoris, larger than mine, its erect shape under my fingers felt like ... what? ... A tiny teat or nipple? ... something like that and so slippery. Such comparisons became irrelevant as my touch brought its effect. "Just one or two fingers and gently at first," she instructed breathlessly, lying beside me she let me explore her anatomy and I quickly learned the technique she enjoyed, and in a very short while was rewarded by her cry of joy and that deep, internal shudder, which announces a woman's orgasm, was transmitted to my own body. We lay there for a while then slowly I felt her hands start to ever so to lightly caress me again, the way her fingers flickered lightly over my tits and tummy was delightful and soon I felt my body responding. We were kissing passionately and she moved on to her back and pulled me on top of her, thigh-to-thigh, breast-to-breast, face-to-face. She opened her legs wide raising her thighs then wrapped her ankles round the back of my legs to hold our pussy's together. She cupped my face between her hands and kissed my lips again, getting more urgent this time as her tongue found its way into my mouth. I began to respond like I never had before, clasping my arms around her as I returned her kisses, pressing my mouth against hers and opening my mouth wide to invite her ever-questing tongue to probe me deeper. With her thighs spread wide to accommodate me, a few wriggles brought my pubic arch to hers and I began to move rhythmically rubbing my pubis against hers. She moved in unison with me, our pubes pressing against each other in perfect harmony as I brought her to another climax. She whimpered and gasped as an incredible wave of pure delight swept through her. As the wave subsided and I felt her relax, I rolled off her so we lay side by side, one of her arms under me as she murmured endearments to me, maintaining my pleasure with voluptuous movements of her body and hands. Suddenly she grabbed me in a big hug with her legs around my hips kissing me and said, "we better get going". I had lost track of time, in fact I never even though about it, realizing she was right as she got up and began to put on her bloomers. I lay on the bed, warm now, comfortable and full of an indescribable happiness, she handed me my knickers indicating for me to put them on. I put on my shoes and we spent the next few hours stripping wall paper dressed like that, except for a break for lunch. Later in the afternoon she made tea and we took another break then led me back to her bed for more lovemaking. After it was getting on towards suppertime and she suggested we could finish the papering later, it was almost all stripped off anyway, so I got fully dressed. As I went to leave she gave me a light touch on my hand and smiling at me told me she was happy with me, it was the way she said it, full of emotion then as I was about to leave added, "this will be our best kept secret." That night I lay for a while in the dark thinking over what had transpired with Emma, I felt mothers strictness made me very shy and introverted, and Emma was perhaps taking advantage of that. If I had said anything to anyone who would have believed me? She being a respected school teacher and I was not only a teenager, but seen by some as a bit of a loner and perhaps weird as a result. I recalled the delights she had introduced me too, so different from Jennifer's love making, and I loved every minute if it. She had specifically asked me to make love to her, "I want you to love me" is what she'd said. It seemed as if her love making to me was to show me what she wanted me to do to her, what else did she have in store for me? I could hardly wait for tomorrow to come to find out. Home for Christmas The next morning I felt different, as doubts started to plague me, while I admit to having enjoyed what had happened to me yet it also scared me, I had butter flies in my stomach as it occupied my mind as I sat there trying to eat some breakfast. Mother told me she had some errands she wanted me to do for her and in a way I felt relieved. It gave me a chance to get out of the house and as I went about the errands all I could think about was how I felt, alone, scared, was I a queer? I knew what had happened wasn't right, wasn't natural as we were supposed to fall in love with a man and here I was. In the last 4 months or so I had left home, lost my virginity and not only that had sex with my friend, was now back home and the one woman who I'd always looked up to wanted me to make love to her. My letters to her had apparently triggered what had happened, she had read between the lines and correctly guess what had happened between Jennifer and I, and I had been too stupid and scared to deny it. I took my time shopping for mother as these thoughts were going through my head, but after I got back home mother reminded me I should get going to help Emma. By the time I got there It was mid morning and once inside she gave me a big hug and kiss asking what kept me, so told her I had to do some errands for mother. Since I'd left the evening before and my arrival she had finished stripping the old wall paper off, patched some holes with paste, and was now starting to apply the new wall paper to one wall. All she had on was a chemise, bloomers and slippers, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra or her girdle. It was a relief in a way to me that she wanted to continue papering to finish the one wall. I helped her lay it out and cut it to length, then after she brushed some paste on the wall climbed up on a stool to start hanging it from the top, while I knelt and held the bottom in line with the edge of the previous one. She then brushed it to squeeze any air bubbles out and smooth it down, then we repeated with the next piece. Once we got the first wall done she stopped and said, "lets take a break and have some fun" and taking me by my hand led me into her bedroom. As before I was too timid to say anything and just meekly followed her where she again started to undo my blouse and take it off me followed by my bra. Next she unzipped my skirt and had me step out of it, and looking at me smiled as she ran her hands over my body. She told me how beautiful I looked and how I was all she could think of, and that she loved me very much and did I love her too? Of course I said, "yes" at which she smiled at me and said, "show me dear," I want you to love me very much. During this I saw her excitement rise and noticed her breathing change as she laid back on the bed pulling me too her and placed my hand on her tit as she kissed me on my mouth, her tongue probing into mine. I was aware of her nipple under the light material of her chemise and began to caress it, reminding me about what she liked me to do to her. My own arousal was starting to grow in me so I didn't need much urging as my fingers began caressing her tits, first one then the other. I loved their feel, so soft and big, her breathing was changing as she whispered instructions to me, "grip it dearie, don't be shy I love it when you do, rub it harder it feels so good" and so on. She had me on top of her and managed to get her legs around mine holding me in a scissor like way as I squeezed, licked and sucked her tits, her moans exciting me till with a cry she had her climax. I now relaxed but she still held onto me, and I felt her body quieten from her pleasure, and now kissing me again took my hand and pushed it down between her legs. She was gasping now, "give Soosie a rub dear" as she rubbed my hand over her crotch. I was fully aroused myself by now and was happy to oblige her by feeling her pussy through her bloomers, or her Soosie as she called it, pushing the material into the crevice and feeling her clitoris. Soon she was gasping and moving her arse in time to my hand rubbing her till she again let out a cry and gripping me tight held onto me as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Unlocking her legs she moved me onto my back as she leaned over French kissing me, her tongue deep into my mouth then told me how beautiful it was. She took a moment to remove her chemise to let her tits swing free, then she began licking and kissing my tits, I felt her hand at my hips pushing my knickers down, down below my knees. I was on the verge, close to an orgasm as she started kissing her way down to my belly, tonging my belly button for a minute before moving down to kiss me in my pubic hair. I was gasping by this time, more like whimpers really it felt so good, incredible feelings flooding through my body when she got up and off the bed to push my legs apart and next thing I knew she was kissing my pussy. Well this had never happened to me before, and it only took a few moments before I spread my legs wide for her and pulled my knees up close to my tits, raising my hips to accommodate her. I had the most powerful orgasm explode inside me, making me scream with delight. I was bucking with the magnitude of it, but Emma had a good hold on me round my hips, hands on my belly pressing her face into my cunt. She wasn't finished, covering my pussy with her mouth she kept probing and licking me with her tongue and soon I was on the crest or another orgasm as beautiful as before, then on to give me yet another till exhausted, all I could do was lie there and let her have her way with me. She slipped her bloomers off and climbed up beside me and we held each other tight for a few minutes. It took me a long time to come down, and I wasn't really aware of anything for a few minutes. I lay there panting as she slid her body up to mine and we kissed long and slow, as she expressing her feelings for me. I tasted my own juices round her mouth as she kissed me, I didn't find it offensive at all, if anything a little bitter but that was all and enjoyed the experience vary much. Soon she began petting me again, her hands exploring my body, then lying on her back pulled me on top and I brought my pubic arch to hump her. Slowly at first, then increasing the pace one bit at a time, she opened her legs wide to feel me and she raised her hips up to meet my thrusts. Her tits were swinging up and down like jello to my strokes. The look on her face was awesome, eyes partially closed, her lips in an 'o' the sounds she was emitting was more than just a groan. "Grip them dearie, harder, harder" she commanded, I squeezed them as hard as I could, my thrusts getting more vigorous then we cried out in unison as we both climaxed and I collapsed on top of her. I felt no shame at this time, if anything the opposite as I was pleased of my ability to give her much pleasure too. To hear her moans and other sounds as her arousal grew was awesome. She asked me how I liked her kissing my Soosie, as I learned she call a pussy, of course I said yes which was true, although I always agreed with anything she said anyway. I knew where she was leading with her questioning as I realized anything she had done to me she encouraged me to reciprocate by doing it to her. Lying there so close and talking about it, almost whispering saying she had wanted to do that to me for a long time, how wonderful it felt and did I enjoy it too. She kept on about it and like I said above, I always agreed with whatever she said anyway, so it was not really a surprise when she invited me to kiss her Soosie too. So it's not like she made me go down on her, more like she persuaded me to try it, and if I don't like doing that then that's OK but at least I'd tried it. She sat on the edge of the bed and had me kneel on the floor between her legs, I admit to being scared, my heart was thumping with my anxiety yet in a way I felt excited too. She opened herself up with both hands so I saw close up how wet and intimidating her pussy was. Surrounded by her jet black hair, the innards so wet and pink and her clit like a little tit sticking out. I could smell her sex, frightening as she kept talking to me encouraging me to kiss it, and leaning forward touched her nether lips with my tongue. Now with a hand on my head and her other holding herself open let me take my time as I repeated giving a small kiss in her lips. Now with the flat of my tongue I ran it up her slit to her clit, I heard her moan but I know that was just for my benefit as I was encouraged to do it again. I did not find the taste unpleasant, just a lot stronger than I expected so I started licking her again. Now she let herself go and held my head in her hands as I probed a little deeper with my tongue to lick her innards, then flicking the tip over her clit. I looked up at her over her hairy bush to see her concentrating on what I was doing, smiling at me then she leaned back to leave me on my own. Her cries now more reflective of the pleasure I was inducing in her cunt. She was extremely wet, her juices mixing with my saliva as I was now enjoying what I was doing to her. Suddenly she stiffened for a moment then twitched a few times calling out as she had an orgasm, I stopped to watch amazed by what I'd done to her but she mumbled, "no no don't stop" and again I repeated what I had done till she twitched again calling out telling me how beautiful it felt. finally I sat back on my heels and looked at her as she sat up, holding out her hand invited me up onto the bed where she could now kiss me, tasting her own juices of me. Getting up she made us some sandwiches and tea for lunch, then we got started with the wall paper. As we worked she began telling me about how she got started having sex with a lady friend in University too. They lived together for quite a few years and also socialized with other lesbians. I began to realize there were lots of other women like us who preferred other women for their sexual gratification, and that a lot of them were married too. I never heard the term bisexual used, it seemed that a woman who ever had sex with another would be considered a queer and that was it. That night when I was home I lay in bed thinking about she had told me, and had me do to her, in those days it would be considered dirty, if not kinky or perverted, what some people might call taboo. I didn't care as she had given me so much pleasure, and thrilled I could please her too, as she had pleasured me, and by this time I was accepting what she was, and what I had become. Over the next few days I went to help her we would spend at least a couples of hours having sex, and that included lots of kissing and sucking on each others Soosie. She obviously saw I was enjoying the sex more and more as I was now quite happy to participate, and encouraged me to enjoy her more. There was one more surprise for me before we finished the wall papering. One afternoon we had retired to make love and I was resting in her arms, she whispered to me, I want you to meet Robbie, I was puzzled by this and she got up and went into her closet and removed something. It was a black rubber thing with leather straps hanging from it, and I watched as she sorted the straps out then strapped the thing round her waist so the base of it was snug against her pussy. I realized what it was supposed to be as she approached me holding it up like a cock. She had me lie back on the bed and hold my legs up and apart and she approached me holding the thing like it was a real cock and brought it to my nether lips. She rubbed it up and down the crevice between the lips and against my clitoris letting me feel the length of it. The rubbing excited me as I watched and soon felt her place the tip into my pussy. Just a little bit, maybe just half an inch or so at first then take it all the way out, and back in again very slowly. She was looking at me as she did this to gage my reaction and each time went a little deeper. I was beginning to respond to the feeling, although it was not as nice as Derek's cock still it felt good. Once she had it all the way home I could feel it against my cervix, then she slowly started to fuck me with it. She was leaning over me smiling and moving her arse around to let me feel it against the roof of my vagina, sometimes plunging it into me then with drawing it all the way out, and repeating. I watched her do this, her tits swinging in front of my face from her effort. After we finished the wall papering we painted the trim round the windows and doors that really brightened up the room. Emma invited us, mother and my aunt and me to join her and some other friends for a New Years dinner at her house. There were lots of nice comments on the job we did to freshen it up with the new wall paper and paint job. We all pitched in to help with the meal and had a lovely evening, and as midnight approached we all sang 'Auld Land Syne,' then at midnight wished each other a Happy Hogmany and hugged one another. I was to leave the next day to go back to University and Emma offered to drive me to the Station to Catch my Train. We left a little early so we could have some time together to have a cup of Tea and last minute chat. She held my wrist and told me how much she'd enjoyed my company over the holidays, and said she hoped we could do 'it' again sometime, smiling at me as she said this. I agreed with her and meant it, and she asked me to keep in touch about my love life. I knew what she was hinting at, she wanted me to give her the details of my relationships. Finally leaving to board the train she slipped some money into my hand again reminding me she knew how little pocket money I could afford. Then after a hurried kiss I boarded the train just as it was ready to leave, and from the window watched her standing on the platform waving goodbye as the Train left the station. Home for Christmas Just a little something light for Christmas, a total fluff story. Hope you enjoy it. I hope to have Fae War 10 as well as another story done before next week. ******* "So don't you ever get snow in LA?" Brett asked "No. Never. This is amazing! I mean, I've been skiing, but that was going on a trip and staying in a lodge. This is walking out your front door and having snow! And the Christmas decorations are great," Aaron replied, smiling like a mad man. Brett just laughed, shaking his head as he followed his friend out of the house. When Aaron said he was going to stay in the dorm at college over Christmas break, Brett had felt compelled to invite him home. He never expected his rich, well-traveled friend to find everything about middle-America so fascinating. After they hit the mall for a few gifts, they headed back to Brett's house for an early supper before they had to go to the high school recital for his little sister. Not that she was so little any more. At eighteen, five-foot-nine and 128 pounds, she was turning out to be quite the bombshell. At least that was what Aaron called her when he met her the night before. Brett had never thought of her that way. Even though she was actually his step-sister, she had been his sister since she was five and he was seven, so he only ever thought of her as the irritating little tag-along she had been for almost ten years before she finally got some friends of her own and left Brett alone. Walking up the steps to the house, Brett was suddenly hit by a very cold, very wet slushball that was aimed perfectly to slide down inside his collar, dripping down his back in freezing rivulets. Turning with a roar he panned the yard for the culprit. Aaron was snickering and looking toward the bushes that edged the porch, so Brett leapt off the porch, using the post to swing around, landing right at the spot Aaron was looking toward. Ava was there, squatting down under the edge of the bushes. It was too easy to just shake the bush and cover her in snow. She tried making another snowball, but Brett grabbed both her arms from behind her, dragging her out into the yard. "Help! Aaron, help me!" Ava cried, giggling and struggling. Brett pushed her forward, turning her so she'd land on her back, then straddled her, holding her hands above her head with one of his while he sprinkled snow on her face and neck. Ava struggled against him, managing to make her t-shirt creep up baring half her flat, smooth belly. "Aaron! Why aren't you helping me?" Ava cried, sputtering the snow from her mouth. Brett suddenly felt compelled to raspberry her belly the way he did when she was little. He put his lips to her skin and started to blow, making Ava squirm and giggle even more. On about his third raspberry, Brett took a deep breath and was assaulted by the scent of an aroused woman: sweet, musky, and a tiny citrus tang. He suddenly became very aware of the body struggling under him, and felt his cock start to harden. Her breasts jiggled as she squirmed, and her pelvis rubbed him in just the right spot. Forgetting where he was, and who he was holding as he leaned forward again, this time to plant a kiss on her bare midriff. Aaron grabbed Brett's shoulders, pulling him back as he broke Brett's hold on Ava's wrists. Aaron gave Brett a shove, sending him sprawling backwards into the snow. Ava sat up, accepting Aaron's proffered hand to stand, then giving him a big hug as she stuck her tongue out at her brother still laying in the snow. "Thank you. You're my knight in shining armor," Ava said, kissing Aaron on the cheek. She broke away and ran for the door as soon as Brett started to stand up. Aaron turned to Brett, shaking his hand to indicate 'hot'. "Do you two always wrestle like that? Cause if so, I need to get adopted into this family, like now," he said as the front door closed behind Ava. Brett was so stunned by the whole episode, he didn't say anything, just shook the snow off his clothing. * * * * * The recital was absolutely as dull as Brett was expecting it to be, except for the show choir production which wasn't half bad. Ava was great in her solo, even if it was only a few lines, and Aaron seemed to enjoy himself at least a little. Relegated to the back seat of the SUV going home, Aaron volunteered to sit in the middle. He talked to Ava the whole way home, ignoring Brett. It gave Brett time to think about the afternoon. What was that all about? Had he mistaken that scent? Surely wrestling hadn't gotten Ava hot, not for Brett? Or had it? At home, Ava's Mom served hot cocoa while Brett's Dad started a fire. Brett hadn't thought about them like that for many years, but that's how it was. Ava was flirting with Aaron mercilessly, and he was flirting back. Brett had to look away when she flung her long, shapely legs over Aaron's lap and put her arm around his shoulders. "What do you think? Are these legs good enough for modeling?" Ava asked, lifting one then the other leg straight, running her fingers up their length left bare by the cheerleader-short skirt she wore for show choir. "Yeah, I think so," Aaron assured her, "I think you'd make a great model." "How about these?" Ava asked, pressing her ample breasts together and out, right under Aaron's nose. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, sis," Brett interrupted Aaron's reply. "You still have school in the morning." "Do I look like a baby?" Ava asked, still lifting her boobs and shaking gently side to side, "It's only ten." "I don't think you look like a baby," Aaron said, staring straight down her cleavage, looking like he'd hit the jackpot. "Aaron, let's go down to the basement and shoot some pool," Brett suggested, tugging Aaron's arm. "Maybe later," Aaron answered, sounding completely distracted. Brett stood up, making a disgusted grunt, and headed into the kitchen. He grabbed the makings for a sandwich, then decided he wasn't hungry and threw it all back in the fridge. He gabbed a pop and headed for the breakfast nook to sit and think. This thing had him all tied up in knots. His sister fawning all over his friend was sickening. That's what it was. It was like when they were little, and she tried to horn in on all his time with his friends. She was doing that again, only this time, the friend found her more interesting than he found Brett. That's what had him ticked. He needed to talk to Ava and get her to lay off Aaron. Ava bounced into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Where's Aaron?" Brett asked from where he was sitting in the semi-darkness. Ava jumped, looking over at Brett. Leaning down and pulling a pop out, she turned and walked over to him. "You always sit alone in the dark?" "Where's Aaron?" he asked again, voice hard. "Hmph. He went to bathroom," she answered, flouncing her thick chestnut waves as she leaned on the island counter. "Lay off him, okay." Brett said, trying to hold onto his irritation with her. "Why should I?" she asked, "You got something better for me to do?" Suddenly Brett was plenty irritated with her. He jumped up, coming to stand glaring down at her, chest to chest. Ava started breathing heavy, a little scared by Brett's sudden anger, her breasts moving up and down enticingly. Brett stared at her cleavage rubbing against his chest with each inhalation and he couldn't think of what he was going to say. He shook his head and forced himself to meet her eyes. "Just leave him alone!" Brett whirled and stomped out of the kitchen, catching Aaron as he exited the bathroom and pulling him to the steps to shoot some pool like he'd promised. * * * * * Friday passed without any incidents, primarily because Ava went to a friend's house after school, then came home just long enough to change before she went back out to the movies with a couple of other friends. No mention of a boyfriend was made, and Brett wondered if Ava dated much. Brett and Aaron were up watching a movie on DVD when Ava came home with Carrie, her best friend since she was ten. "What're you watching?" Carrie asked as she plopped on the couch next to Aaron. "Losers" he answered. "That's Brett's autobiography isn't it?" Ava asked nonchalantly. "Very funny, sis. Shouldn't you two kids be heading to bed? It's almost midnight," Brett replied. "I haven't seen this," Carrie said," Can you start it over?" "No." Brett said at the same time Aaron answered, "Sure." "Come on. We're almost halfway through it," Brett whined. Aaron was busy looking down the tight sweater of the very buxom Carrie who was leaning in to him on the couch. What was it with this guy, Brett thought. He's okay looking, but come on, these girls kept throwing themselves at him. Aaron shrugged. "Fine. I'll start it over. Anyone want anything from the kitchen while I'm out there?" Brett conceded. "Popcorn," Carrie said immediately. Brett shook his head resignedly as he started the movie over and left the room. Carrie always wanted popcorn when she watched movies at their house because they had a stove-top popper that used the same butter flavored oil the movie theaters used. Problem was it took ten minutes to pop instead of the three minutes of microwave popcorn. Brett got out the popper and put in the oil, measured out the popcorn and set it all on the stove. He grabbed a pop and started moving the popper to keep the kernels from burning. Ava pressed up behind him just as the first kernel popped, and he wasn't sure which made him jump. "You're right," Ava said quietly, putting her arms around Brett's waist, "Watching someone fawn all over your friend is kind of disgusting. Aaron is practically drooling on Carrie. Why are guys so boob-crazy anyway?" Ava had always been a demonstrative sort. Brett was always pushing her away when they were younger, trying to keep her from touching him all the time, but she hadn't done that in a while, so he didn't know why she was plastered to his back right now. What he was sure of was how nice her breasts felt smashed against him, and how nice she smelled. He reminded himself to move the popper. "Guys are boob-crazy because we don't have them, but they're easy to see. We're crazy for other things too, they're just a little harder to see," Brett answered honestly, thinking about those things on Ava and trying to tell himself how wrong that was. "Really? So you're just as boob-crazy as Aaron?" Ava asked, starting to pull away from him. Brett missed her touch immediately, and only kept his hand on the popper by sheer will. He looked over his shoulder toward Ava. "So these are what interest you?" she asked, lifting her sweater and baring her breasts to him. She didn't have on a bra, and her nipples were hard little points aimed straight at him. Brett gasped. He felt his cock harden and twitch in his jeans as Ava just stood there holding her sweater up under her chin. She looked down appraisingly at each soft orb, then looked up at Brett standing open-mouthed staring at her shest. Pulling her sweater back down she turned and started out of the kitchen. "Watch it, I think you're burning the popcorn." He quickly pulled the popper off the heat and stood there breathing heavily for a minute. What the hell had that been about? Rearranging himself to be less obvious, he poured the popcorn into a big bowl and headed for the family room. Someone had turned the lights off, so the glow from the TV was the only lighting. Aaron was wrapped around Carrie, lip-pocked. Brett dropped the popcorn bowl from a few inches so it hit the coffee table with a loud clack, jumping the kissers apart. "Enjoying the movie, Carrie?" Brett asked, hearing Ava snicker from where she was seated. He smiled at her. "Yeah," Carrie answered, "Thanks for the popcorn." Brett sat on the loveseat and kicked his feet up on the ottoman. He went back to watching the movie, even though he had just seen this part half an hour ago. He was just getting back into it when he felt Ava plop down on the loveseat beside him. "They're back at it again," she whispered, pointing at Carrie and Aaron making out on the couch. "I didn't know Carrie was such a slut," Brett observed, then flinched as Ava slapped his arm. "She's no more a slut than Aaron," she whispered, leaning close to Brett's ear, "double standards aren't my thing." Brett could feel Ava's breath on his face. A stray curl tickled his neck. If he turned his head, his lips would be less than an inch from hers. Should he turn? An explosion on screen made Brett jump. Ava giggled softly, not moving away from where she was, right by his left ear. Brett turned to look at her. "What are you laughing at?" he whispered, "I seem to remember a certain girl who couldn't sleep with the door closed for months after she watched 'The Grudge'. " Ava leaned in, brushing her lips across Brett's as she said, "I still don't close my door at night." It was too much. He leaned in to taste her lips. They were so soft, pliant, and tasted of cherry lipgloss. He ran his tongue along her lower lip and her mouth opened. He dipped his tongue into her sweetness, stroking her tongue and feeling it respond. His hand wrapped behind her head, holding her close as he sought out all the places in her mouth that would make her moan. Ava nipped his lip, drawing it away from him and sucking it before letting it go and running nibbling kisses up his jaw. Brett drew her ear lobe into his mouth, sucking and nibbling it, then ran his tongue around the shell of her ear. Ava sighed, reaching a hand out to caress Brett's chest, running a fingernail over his nipple through his Henley. She sighed again when he kissed down her neck to the edge of her sweater, throwing her head back, offering unobstructed passage as Brett licked along the scooped neckline of her sweater. His hand travelled down her back, reaching the lower edge of her sweater and pushing it aside to touch her skin. He remembered her taught abs under his lips the day before and moaned softly as his hand brushed up her side. When he felt the swell of her breast against his thumb he remembered her perfect breasts staring at him in the kitchen and he had to touch them. Reaching his other hand behind her he guided her back to lean on the arm of the loveseat as he lifted her sweater to reveal her gorgeous breasts. He cupped one, brushing his thumb over the nipple to make her arch her back. Unable to resist, he leaned in and took one pebbled peak into his mouth. He flicked the nipple with his tongue before latching on and sucking gently. Ava moaned and pushed into his mouth, holding his head with her hand laced in his hair. Her other hand stroked down Brett's side and tugged at his shirt. Brett wasn't ready to let go of the nipple he had just discovered. He licked it, flicked it, and sucked it, making Ava writhe under him. Another explosion caused Brett to look over toward the TV. He noticed Aaron and Carrie weren't lip-locked anymore, but were sitting cozily and carefully focused on the movie. He wondered how much they had already seen of the show taking place on the loveseat. Clearing his throat, Brett pulled Ava's sweater back into place and nodded toward the couch in response to her look of confusion. She glanced over to see Carrie looking back at her, a shy smile on her lips. Ava sat up straight and pretended to watch the movie as her hand continued to play with Brett's hair, then moved down to stroke the side of his thigh. Brett couldn't concentrate on the movie, not with Ava touching him constantly. No one said anything, but he felt guilty for behaving that way with his sister, and wondered what his friend would say to him about it. He couldn't remember if he had ever told Aaron that Ava was his step-sister. As the credits rolled, Brett stood up and grabbed the popcorn bowl and started gathering up the pop cans. Ava's hand stroked his, taking the bowl away as she said, "I'll clean up. You made the popcorn." She smiled at him and he wanted to pull her into his arms. Instead he said, "I'm going to bed, unless you need me to walk you home, Carrie." "No," Carrie answered, 'I'm staying over." She was holding Aaron's hand and gave it a gentle tug. "I'm going up to Ava's room." "I'll walk you home, then," Aaron said with a grin, "Since I'm just down the hall." They left the room and Brett followed Ava to the kitchen. He didn't know what to say, and was surprised when she turned form putting the bowl in the sink and wrapped her arms around him. "I guess this is good night," she murmured, tiptoeing to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Brett held her there, relishing the feel of her lips moving softly over his. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but knew it was the wrong thing to do. He groaned. "What are we doing, Ava?" "We're saying goodnight. Goodnight Brett," she whispered as she pulled away and trotted out of the room. * * * * The smell of bacon woke Brett the next morning. He stumbled down the steps to find Ava and Carrie laughing in the kitchen, flipping pancakes on the griddle and sipping orange juice. "Where's mom?" Brett asked, rubbing his eyes. "Brett! Couldn't you put on a robe or something?" Ava said, stepping between Carrie and him, pointing to his crotch. Brett looked down and realized his boxers had twisted while he slept and were gaping open showing a swatch of pubic hair. He quickly straightened his shorts and turned back toward the steps. "You didn't answer my question," he said as he started up the stairs. "Mom and Dad went shopping. You know how Mom loves shopping on Christmas Eve," Ava said, her disgust ringing through. For a girl, Ava was pretty anti-shopping. "Oh. You making enough for us?" Brett asked as he hit the top landing and looked back down at his sister. Ava winked at him and smiled, "Always enough for you." She said, turning back to the kitchen. The morning continued in the same vein, Ava taking every opportunity to make a suggestive or provocative comment. Brett wasn't sure what her game was, but couldn't wait for a chance to be alone with her. But wait he would. They weren't to be alone together all day. * * * * * Dinner was a semi-formal affair at their house, so everyone was dressed up as they poured into the family room with their eggnog afterwards. Ava had on a mini-skirt that showed her legs to great advantage, as well as a tailored blouse that more than hinted at the barely covered delights contained within. Brett had been fighting a hard-on all through dinner, seated across from his sister. "So which present are you going to open tonight," Dad asked. "Seriously? We're not five anymore. We don't need to open a present on Christmas Eve," Brett said. "Speak for yourself!" Ava blurted as she went to the tree to pick a package. "Ava. You can wait until tomorrow," Brett cajoled. "Nope. I want to open this one, from Mom and Dad. It's one I know I'm going to like," Ava said, picking up a package and bouncing back beside their father, "Can I, Daddy?" He reached out and patted her head like he had when she was little. "Sure, honey." Ava carefully opened the package, like she was saving the paper or something. She pulled out a box from a high-end clothing store and opened the box, slowly peeling back the tissue. She lifted a satin nightgown from the paper and stroked it across her face. Beneath that she lifted a matching pair of the smallest panties Brett had ever seen. Their father blushed and looked away, but Ava focused on Brett as she said, "Beautiful! And so soft. I love them! Thank you, Daddy." Their father shook his head and didn't know what to say. He obviously hadn't had anything to do with buying that present, and looked as if he'd be happy if she'd just put it away. Which she did, but Brett was still feeling the effect of that satin gown in his groin. Home for Christmas "How about you, Brett? Are you going to open one tonight?" their Dad asked. "No. I'll wait until morning like other adults," Brett replied, trying to get the picture of the lingerie out of his head. "Should we play a game, then?" their father asked, reaching under the coffee table for the board games they played the most. They gathered around the table and played games for several hours. Eventually both parents went to bed, leaving Aaron, Brett and Ava. After another hour, Aaron said he was going to bed, too. "Well, it's just you and me, then. What do you want to play?" Brett asked, putting away the Scattergories they had just played. "How about I give you a fashion show, and try on my gift?" Ava replied, running her hand down Brett's thigh. When Brett didn't answer, Ava ran the hand back up his thigh and traced along his zipper making him thicken to her touch. She looked up at him sideways, almost shyly, before leaning toward him and licking his ear. That was all he could take. She had been taunting him all day, then the nightgown, which she had obviously planted, and now they were finally alone together. He pulled her toward him and kissed her hard, demanding entry into her mouth. She submitted, opening to him and tangling her tongue with his. He groaned and pulled her closer, draping her across his lap. His hand stroked down her side, then under her blouse and back up toward her breasts. It was too fitted, and he had to stop and unbutton it. He pulled his mouth away to concentrate on what he was doing with the tiny buttons. Ava's hand came down over his, stopping him. He was ready to say something, to demand she explain what she was up to when she stood up and beckoned him along with her crooked finger. He followed her out of the family room, up the stairs and to her room. She took his hand when he hesitated at the door, pulling him in and closing the door after him. "What are you doing, Ava?" She started unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom, stepping close to him in the dim light of the moon streaming in the window. "That should be pretty obvious, Brett. Do you want to finish undressing me, or should I?" Brett stared at her as she finished unbuttoning the blouse and let it fall from her shoulders, revealing her breasts, milky white in the moonlight against the dark lacy patches of her bra. She reached behind her and flicked open the strap, letting the bra fall off her arms. Brett couldn't stand it. He moved forward and cupped her breasts, pinching both nipples to watch Ava arch. He covered her mouth with his, licking and sucking at her lips. "I want you, Ava," he said, pulling her close so she could feel his hard length against her abdomen. "Ahhh," she sighed, "I want you to be my first." Brett hesitated. "Your first? You're a virgin?" he pulled back slightly so he could look at her. "Yes. I want you to take my virginity," she said, a hint of petulance entering her tone. Brett pulled back a little more, but still held her in his arms. "You're sure? You really want me to be the one?" She smiled at his hesitance. "Yes, Brett. I've always wanted you to be the one. I was just waiting till I was older, to be sure. And I'm sure." "I don't have a condom," he said, his reticence obvious in his voice. "Do you always use one, I mean before?" she asked shyly. "Yeah! Always," Brett answered, insulted a little at the implication he wouldn't be responsible. "Well, I've been on the pill for years, and I'm pretty sure Mr. Vibrator is clean..." Brett had to smile at that. Ava looked up at him sidways and blushed, obvious even in the low light of the moon. The look was enchanting. His mouth was on hers in an instant. His hands kneaded her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He slid down her neck, licking along her collarbone before dipping down to take a nipple into his mouth. Ava moaned, pulling his head to her breast she purred, "Yesss." Brett gave equal attention to both breasts, licking them and stroking them until Ava was pleading for more. Stripping off his shirt, Brett spun Ava around till her legs bumped up against her bed. He traced down her back to her waistband, sliding his hands inside, cupping her ass and pulling her up to grind against his thick erection. Brett slid her skirt off, stopping to kiss her mound through the satiny fabric of her panties. He smelled her arousal strongly, and licked the fabric in his excitement, causing Ava to gasp. He hooked his thumbs under the straps at her hips and pulled the scrap of fabric away. After taking another lick across Ava's exposed lower lips, he stood and started to push her backwards onto the bed. "No," she said, pulling him up to a sudden stop. "I want to undress you now," she finished. Brett's breath hissed out as Ava dropped to her knees in front of him. She stroked his cock through his slacks, kissing the fabric and sending jolts of pleasure through his groin. She popped the button open, playing with his waistband for a moment before slipping the zipper down, pressing into his erection deliberately as she did so. "God, Ava, you're killing me," Brett gasped out as she ran a finger down his hard cock before pulling his pants down, helping him step out of them before moving back up to stroke him through his boxers. Growling, Brett grabbed Ava and tossed her on the bed, pulling his boxers down and following her to the mattress. "You're driving me wild, girl," he said, kissing her hard. Brett pushed a thigh between Ava's, then moved over her, his shaft pressed between their bodies. He continued to kiss her and rub her breasts. "I think you're supposed to put that in me," Ava said, rubbing her pelvis against his hard length. "So you're going to tell me how this works, huh?" he replied, suddenly scooting down till he could wrap his arms around her thighs, trapping her in front of him. She saw him grin at her, and it sent a shudder through her. His first lick covered her left hairless labia. His second lick, the right. The third lick was between the lips and Ava moaned, turning her head side to side as she tried to move her hips closer to his mouth. He laughed softly, nuzzling into her sweet pussy, lapping gently at the nub at the apex that sent jolts of need through her belly. "Please," she moaned as he left her clit and speared his tongue into her wet channel. She tried to wriggle free of his arms, but he held her tight, thrusting his tongue into her in a steady rhythm that had her gasping. "Please, Brett." Taking another long lick around her clit, Brett moved back up her body, stopping when his cock came into contact with her sopping slit. Ava pushed against him, flexing her hips to rub his cock a little deeper, so the head just entered her warm tunnel. "Ahhh," she breathed. With tiny thrusts, Brett spread her, stretching her silken walls to fit his throbbing cock. He forced himself to move slowly, to give Ava time to adjust, but when her cunt fluttered around him when he was about halfway home, he lost control and thrust his remaining length deep within her. "Ohhh!"she gasped. "I'm sorry," he began, stroking her face and looking into her eyes. Ava's gaze was unfocused, her eyes hooded by her half-open lids. She smiled, saying, "Don't stop now, it's just started getting good." Brett smiled and began to stroke into her slowly, watching her face as she awakened to this new experience. Ava's smile stayed vaguely in place as her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in an unvoiced "Oh". Ava began to meet Brett's thrusts, stroking his back lightly with her fingertips and nails. She nipped his chin and sucked on his lower lip until he kissed her again, thrusting his tongue to match his cock. Her breath began to come in pants and gasps, their skin slapping together in the quiet room. Ava arched, digging her nails into Brett's ass as she whispered, "Yes, oh, yes!" He felt her body stiffen and twitch, then her cunt fluttered around his thickening cock. He thrust deep, pulling her hips up to meet his as he growled her name and filled her with his cum. She answered him pulling her knees up to his armpits and gripping his ass to her tightly, rubbing her clit against his groin in little twitches as they spasmed together. The orgasm seemed to last forever, fireworks bursting behind his eyes as electric pleasure shot through his body. When the sensations finally began to recede, Brett looked down at Ava's face, radiant in the moonlight, her smile Mona Lisa sweet. "You're beautiful," Brett whispered, stroking a finger down the side of her face. Ava smiled shyly. Brett couldn't remember Ava being this shy since she was little girl. She looked so incredibly sexy, her hair mussed, a satisfied glow about her, as she looked up at him with something resembling adoration in her eyes. "Thank you," Ava responded. "That was even better than I imagined it would be." Brett wasn't sure whether he was more complimented that she thought he was good, or that she had been imagining this for a while. He decided on both. "It was amazing, little sis," he grinned at her as she frowned at his use of the term. "I never thought of you this way before this week. I can't imagine why not." "I'll forgive you as long as you think of me this way from now on," she answered, kissing him lightly. Brett rolled to the side, pulling Ava to stay belly to belly with him. "I don't think I'll be able to think of anything else." "That's good, because tomorrow night I'm going to be wearing my new nightgown, and like I said, I still sleep with my door open," Ava smiled, curling up and closing her eyes, "Goodnight, big brother," she whispered as Brett slid from her bed, "See you in the morning, Oh! And Merry Christmas."