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Blame it on the Mistletoe

By: WickedOne



"Could you hand me that blanket?" she says as she takes off Nick's shoes. 

"Yeah, sure," he answers getting the blanket from the cedar chest. 

"Thanks," she says taking it from him and spreading it over her boyfriend, pulling it up to his chest. 

She gets up to leave and he catches her hand, mumbling, "Where'r ya goin?" 

She leans down and kisses him softly, "I'm going to walk Rob out and clean up a little, I'll be right back." 

"Mmmm.. s'ok," he mumbles settling back into the bed. Closing the door behind them she walks down the hall with Rob. 

"He's crashed out pretty hard, huh?" he says. 

"Yes, its been a long day for him. Add all the drinks we were all having and it really hit him." she answers, 

"Thanks for helping me get him to bed." 

"No problem," he shrugs, "So does this mean I get to put you to bed now?" he asks with a grin. 

"I think it'll take a little more work to put me to sleep." she answers. 

"Oh I'm up for that," he says with a wink and they both laugh. They've always played like this, ever since Nick first introduced them. Still, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to follow through with these taunts. 

They step down into the living room, Rob lets out a long whistle. "This is going to take a while to clean up." 

"Yeah, I think I'm just going to pick up the trash and put the food away. The dishes and stuff can wait till morning." she says. 

"Come on then," he says walking over and picking up a plate, "We can take care of this in no time." 

"You don't have to do this Rob," she says. "Nah, stop, its no problem," he answers. 

They joke and chat while cleaning up the living room. By the time she picks up the open bottle of wine from the table they've gotten everything else cleaned up. She swirls the liquid around the bottle at him and says, "There's only a little bit in here, want to finish it off with me?" 

"Yeah, I could do that," he grins, "I've only got to stumble across the street." 

She pours them each a glass and they head back into the living room to sit down. "Did you see the look on Dee's face when she opened the anal beads?" he laughs and she giggles, "She didn't know what to say." 

"I bet she convinces Frank to use them on her though." she says with a conspiratorial grin.

"Yeah, I'm sure." he chuckles.

"I loved it when Chuck got the studded 'bad boy' paddle." she snickers. 

"Oh yeah, he won't be able to sit for days if he lets Kim use that on him.," he laughs, "Hey, who's idea were the adult gifts theme?" 

"Nick's. He thought it'd liven things up a bit," she smiles, "And it did." 

"Yeah, it was great, and we can always use more toys," he says with a wink. 

"True." she laughs. 

"Do you really like the collar and nipple clamps?" he asks. 

"Oh my God.. yes! I love them," she beams, "They're perfect!" 

"Great. I was glad that I got your name. I'd seen those about a month back and thought you'd like them. Funny that you got my name too." 

She smiles, "No, not funny at all really." 

"What do you mean?" 

"See, I had Dan's name at first and you know how I feel about him," she says rolling her eyes and he laughs. "So I traded with Amy and just my luck.. she had your name." 

"Lucky me," he says with a grin.

They finish the bottle of wine and Rob gets up to go home with her following close behind. They stop at the door, hugging each other before he leaves. She laughs and points up above his head. He looks up, there is a swatch of mistletoe dangling over him. "Its tradition," she says with a smile and stands on her tip toes, her hands splayed on his chest for balance. Softly she presses her lips to his, then pulls back and says, "Merry Christmas Rob," 

He looks at her for a long heavy moment, unaware that he is holding his breath. She looks up at him, an uncertain smile lifting her mouth. Swiftly he crushes his lips to hers, pressing against her body with such force that she thumps back on the wall. Her eyes fly open in shock, his shirt clenched in her fists. Her lips part willingly, responding hotly to his passion. He grinds against her and she comes to her senses with a whine. She pushes back on his chest, he presses on unrelenting. She closes her jaw, her teeth scraping over his retreating tongue before sinking fiercely into his lip. Growling he jerks his head back leaving the tinny taste of his blood fresh in their mouths. 

"Rob," she pants, her pulse still surging the adrenaline through her body. He glares at her, she stares back warily as he wipes the blood from his mouth. He lunges, pinning her shoulders to the wall and she yelps in surprise. Their struggle echoes around the small entry as she twists her body trying to find some leverage. He forces another kiss on her as his hands slide up to hold her head still. Her faint moan catches his attention and he kisses her more deeply. She tenses and he pulls back a little as she fights him some more. 

"Enough!" he snarls, his fingers locking into her thick hair. Forcing her head back, stretching her neck tautly, holding her tightly before him. She mewls as his teeth find her neck and he can feel her resistance dissolve. His tongue drags along her throat as he lifts her head, his breath steamy in her ear. "Do you want me to fuck you?" The sound of her whimpering only strokes his lustful needs. Her nod is almost imperceptible but he notices and smiles, "Say it." 

She chews her lip for a moment before squeaking out a tiny, "I want you to.." He takes a hand from her hair, cupping her breast, squeezing firmly. She moans as his fingers tweak her hardening nipple. She thrusts her chest out encouraging him to go on. He grins superiorly and drops his hand from her breast. 

"What do you want?" he asks evenly. Her eyes glitter indignantly, her lips pressed in a thin line. She shakes her head, tears coming to her eyes as she yanks her hair in his grasp. 

Barely he traces his fingertips over her mound and she freezes, her nails digging into his stomach. He molds his hand to her pussy and she instinctively grabs his wrist. He grins wickedly as he twists his arm out of her grasp. "So you don't want me to touch you there?" he sneers catching her hand and pulling it toward her crotch. Cupping her pussy with her hand, his sliding over hers trapping it there. He squeezes, making her aware of the growing moisture before she yanks her hand free, blushing hotly. She squirms trying to dislodge his hand but to no avail. Steadily he rubs her lips with just enough pressure to tease her. She sighs, her eyes closing, tingles radiating through her pussy. 

"Like that?" he purrs. 

"Yesss," she mewls.

"Then tell me what you want," he says firmly. She opens her mouth looking at him, then closes it before saying anything. He presses the top of her slit with his thumb. Rubbing in little circles, applying pressure to her clit and she moans. His mouth finds her neck, teeth grazing her skin. She tilts her hips, he pulls his hand back, denying her any more pressure on her bud. 

"Do you want me to go?" he whispers. 

"No," she gasps. 

"What do you want Anne?" he asks pressing his body to hers, his hard cock insistent against her thigh. She whimpers, her hands pulling him closer. 

"Please," she breathes. 

"Tell me Anne," he growls in her ear, rocking his hips into her. 

"Ohh, fuck me," she squeals as he grinds his cock into her, "Please Rob fuck me." His mouth covers hers, her nails raking his sides as she clings to him. He tears at the flimsy material of her shirt, the seams giving way to his reckless groping. Yanking the blouse down her shoulders he tosses it aside. She trembles as his eyes rake over her, his gaze as palpable as his touch. He fumbles with her skirt a bit, tugging hard on it. 

"Take it off Anne," he breathes and she shivers hearing the lust in his voice. Her hands shake as she undoes her skirt and slips the material over her hips. She can't decide if she should cover herself or not, fidgeting as he looks at her. He grabs her roughly pulling her into his arms almost crushing the breath out of her. His fierce kisses bruising her lips.

He picks her up. pinning her back to the wall with his own body. She wraps her legs around him naturally. He tugs her arms up and crosses her wrists, holding them there with his one hand. She moans as his free hand slips over her breast tugging down the cups of her bra, tweaking each nipple. He crushes her lips with another kiss, devouring her mouth. Grinding his cock into her soaking crotch, still teasing her nipple. She tries to pull her hands free, but he squeezes even tighter. His mouth leaves her gasping as if he's sucked the breath right from her. He nips her cheek before nestling his lips to her ear. 

"You don't know how many times I've imagined taking you like this." he growls, "And I know you've wanted me too." She mewls, unable to find any words as his hungry lips move down her throat. He bites the side of her breast and she sucks in a gasp as the pain flairs. He looks up at her as his tongue licks the ache away. "I know you like pain, don't you Anne?" he grins before he catches her nipple. She squeals arching her back as his teeth dig into her flesh. She can feel the pain darting out from his bite. She writhes against him, her legs tightening around his hips, trying to pull herself up and away from the pain. All the while the heat in her pussy is building, the dewy wetness growing rapidly. He presses her other breast over, catching that nipple in his teeth also. 

His cock slides over her panty clad mound, the pulsing head leaving snail trails of precum on her crotch. She groans as the sensations crash in her body, pain twining with the pleasure like a creeping vine threatening to over take it. He lets go of her wrists, her arms falling around his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. He groans and reaches down to her panties. In his lust he rips off the dainty briefs. Rubbing his cockhead over her soaking lips, he listens to her purr eagerly. 

"Please," she whispers and he can't hold out any longer. He thrusts his cock inside her, his teeth sinking into the soft curve of her throat. She screams as he impales her, fingers twining in his hair, her legs urging him deeper still. Each thrust driving her ass harder against the wall making her hips ache. She finds the soft swell of his ear, her teeth seizing it painfully. His hand tangles in her hair, making a fist at the base of her neck. Pulling hard for leverage and exposing her throat to his mouth. She claws him, her nails raping the flesh of his back. He sucks her skin into his mouth, alternately sucking and biting her. She trembles, a breathy moan shuddering from her lips. Her pussy clenches around his cock and he moans, the velvety grip driving him crazy. 

A few more fierce thrusts and he has to stop. He pulls out and sets her on unsteady legs. She stands there gasping, her pussy aching to be filled again. He pushes his pants down, hungry to get out of them. To his surprise she drops to her knees and helps him get them all the way off. Seeing her down there he cannot resist the sudden urge to feel her mouth around his shaft. Guiding his cock to her lips, "Suck me," he says. She hesitates and impatiently he pulls her head forward, force feeding his cock to her. She gags at the swift intrusion as he begins to saw in and out of her mouth. She cups and squeezes his balls as her tongue caresses the shaft. 

He lets go of her head and she bobs her face on his cock. He groans as she sucks harder, her fingers teasing his balls and inner thighs. Looking down at this woman he's lusted after for so long, watching her swallow his hard cock. She looks up at him, the carnal desire in her eyes as clear as if she were speaking to him. "Oh fuck!" he growls, grabbing her head, holding her still to let the sensations subside in his balls. Her tongue dances over the head, probing the slit for more of his precum. He pulls slowly out of her greedy mouth, savoring her moist suckling lips. 

He kneels down with her, his hands mapping her flesh. Slipping behind her, his fingers pinching her nipples as his mouth finds the hollow of her throat. His cock settles in the valley of her ass and she pushes back into him. His hands find her shoulders and push her forward. She drops to her hands, grinning wickedly back at him wiggling her ass. He gives her a sharp smack and she squeals, rocking her hips lewdly. He grabs her hip and guides his cock toward her pussy. She jumps as the head bumps her clit. He rocks his hips, pressing and rubbing her nub with his hard crown. She mewls, moving her hips in time with his, rubbing eagerly on his cock. 

Repositioning his cock at the opening of her pussy, the head slightly parting her lips. She moans approvingly, tilting her hips trying to suck him in. He slides just a little deeper then back out. Each time she pushes back he pulls away, denying her any real penetration. "Jesus, just fuck me Rob!" she growls, "Fuck me hard!" He grips her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. A guttural growls rumbles from her throat as he begins slamming into her pussy. Setting a fast, steady pace he fucks her hard. Plunging in to the hit, his balls slapping her clit, her supple ass cushioning his pelvis. Her hips gyrating wildly as she moans and pants. Pushing back hungrily, working her pussy over his cock, squeezing and milking him. 

"Sexy fucking slut," he growls appreciatively, punctuating it with a smack on her ass. She squeals, her ass quivering, her pace more frenzied. He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her ass up more. Using her hair as a guide he fucks her hard, spanking her with his free hand. Her pussy clenches his cock with every blow, her juices are overflowing and he can tell she's nearing orgasm. He lets go of her hair, cupping her red ass and she hisses feeling him touch the tender cheek. He spreads her ass and pushes his thumb into her puckered hole. Her muscles resist, he pushes harder and she gasps as his thumb enters. Roughly he begins fucking her ass with his thumb in rhythm with his cock in her pussy. Reaching under her he pinches her clit hard. She screams and shudders as the orgasm suddenly rips through her body. 

He grunts as her pussy squeezes his cock even as her screams subside into whimpers of pleasure. Hungry for more she pushes back to meet his strokes, fucking him as hard as he is fucking her. The clap of flesh on flesh echoing around the room, her voice nothing more than a lustful gurgling. "Oh fuck!" he groans, "I'm gonna cum," She pumps her ass faster on his cock, he grinds inside her with every stroke. His shaft swells, the head pulsing as he starts to cum. Her hips still working as he falls down over her, one hand sliding to cup her breast and the other torturing her clit. He's still cumming when her next climax hits, her cunt milking his cock. His blood is pounding in her ears and he rests back on his heels. His softening cock still in her clenching hole. 

"Oh fuck!" he groans from the steps. She looks up, quickly crawling across the floor, the cock slipping from her pussy. "Open up Baby," Nick says as she settles between his legs, watching his hand stroke his cock. She purrs and licks the head before sucking him into her mouth. Rob sits dumbfounded watching her hungrily swallow Nick's cock. After only a few strokes he growls and thrusts his hips forward gagging her as his cum sprays the back of her throat. She coos contentedly sucking and drinking his cum. She licks his cock clean, before nestling in his arms. They both look up at Rob who is trying to get dressed hurriedly. 

"Rob," Anne says and he shakes his head. 

"I don't know what happened Nick... I- i- she kissed me... There was mistletoe," he stammers. 

"Oh sure, blame it on the mistletoe," she laughs. 

"I'll have to remember to thank Santa for hanging it there." Nick chuckles giving Anne a wink. Rob never notices as he rushes out the door and she giggles. 

Looking at Nick she asks, "Did you see it all?" 

He kisses her neck and purrs in her ear. "Every stroke Lover," He stands up with her and leads her up the stairs. 

"So, are we going to tell Rob we set this all up?" she asks. 

"Tomorrow Love. Right now we've got other things to do." He grins as he picks her up, tossing her over his shoulder while she laughs. "I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did," Nick says swatting her butt. 

"Oh he did," she says reaching out an pushing the bedroom door shut, "He did."

Blame it on the Mistletoe



Merry Christmas or Happy Hannakah to all of you! I hope that your holidays are merry and spent with the ones you love. All the best in 2009 -- may it be a wonderful year for you. To all you Scrooges (like me) out there: here's a little something that I hope puts you in a festive mood. Best wishes!

Epiphany "Bah, Humbug" 65

I was never especially close with my Aunt Julia. She married a man named Stephen when I was fourteen and they soon left Seymour Heights, New Hampshire for New Jersey, leaving us and everything behind. After that, communication from her was sporadic. She would call my mother (her older sister) occasionally and send cards on birthdays and Christmas, but that was about it. Once the information superhighway expanded into Seymour Heights we began receiving emails and the occasional photo from my aunt quite often. But, like I said, Aunt Julia and I still weren't particularly close. All that changed last Christmas.

My aunt's marriage to Stephen lasted almost five years, then they divorced. With no children and few assets to argue over, the process was as fast and simple as one could hope for in that sort of situation. Aunt Julia got the small two-story house they owned and remained in Jersey City, eventually going to work for a legal firm there. From what I gathered from my mother's recounts of her emails, my aunt seemed happy being single once more and was making a comfortable living. Mom's frequent pleas for her younger sister to visit were always ignored -- until a few weeks before Christmas last year.

"Julia's coming to visit us!" Mom twirled around on the chair at her computer desk, beaming. She hadn't sounded so happy in a long time. "She's flying in on the twentieth and staying till the New Year," she elaborated.

I looked up from the couch where I had been sitting, watching television and smiled. I think I was more happy for Mom than I was at the prospect of seeing my aunt after several years. "That's great," I said, still not quite as happy as my mother. "It will be good to see her again. It's been ages."

"It sure will be. I can't wait to see her," Mom replied, then turned her attention back to the computer to reply to her sister's email.

There were almost two weeks to get through before my aunt's arrival and Mom grew more excited as each day passed. No child awaiting the arrival of Santa could have been as eager and impatient as she was during that time. I was far from indifferent, but nowhere near as overjoyed as her. Had I been able to peer into the future, or known my aunt better than I did then, I would have been elated.

I was at home the day that Aunt Julia arrived. Seymour Heights Community College was on winter break until early January and I was enjoying the respite from my classes. Dad was at work that afternoon. He owns a small pharmacy downtown and business is brisk this time of year, so he could not afford to take any time off unless it was absolutely necessary.

Mom and I heard Aunt Julia's excited yelp in the yard even before we saw her, or realized the cab had dropped her off from the airport. "Merry Christmas!" she bellowed, dashing up the back steps. There was a light dusting of snow from the flurries that morning and it's a wonder she didn't slip as she raced up to the door, carrying two large suitcases and one shoulder bag.

"Merry Christmas, Jules! It's so good to see you!" Mom's blue eyes glistened with happy tears as she embraced her younger sister.

"Likewise, Michie," Aunt Julia replied, dropping her luggage and clutching my mother tight. My aunt is the only person alive who could get away with calling Mom 'Michie' instead of 'Michelle'; even Dad is forbidden to. It was a pet name she had given her during childhood and decades later it still stuck.

Aunt Julia took a step back from Mom, holding her by her waist and smiled. She ran her eyes up and down my mother and gave her an approving nod. "You're looking good, big sister. Not bad for -- what is it -- fifty?" She grinned, anticipating Mom's reply.

"Shut up. That's a few years away," Mom chided, giving her sister's arm a playful swat.

"Well, forty-five or fifty, I'll always be younger than you," my aunt boasted. "Thankfully fifty is over ten years away for me."

"Barely," my mother reminded her with a sly grin.

I was leaning against the kitchen counter, smiling, as I watched and listened to the interaction between my mother and aunt. Minutes earlier, up until Aunt Julia's boisterous arrival anyway, I had been filled with pleasant anticipation over her visit. Now, as my eyes moved over her, this was replaced by another, stronger emotion: arousal.

Occasionally when Mom received an email from my aunt I would glance over her shoulder to read it at her encouragement. This was especially so when the email contained a recent photo of Aunt Julia, or one of her cats or dog. Although the photos were simple snapshots and sometimes poorly framed, I could tell from those digitized images that Mom's sister was a very attractive woman. Her angular jaw and high cheekbones were framed by curly auburn hair. Sometimes it seemed to shimmer, just like her hazel eyes, which seemed to have a playful glint to them. 

I especially remember one photo in particular that my aunt had included in an email. It was from a trip to Bermuda she had taken soon after her divorce. She was sitting in a metal folding chair on a beach, a colourful drink in her slender hand, and she was wearing a yellow bikini which barely hid her charms. As I stood behind my mother, peering over her shoulder at her computer monitor, I felt my cock begin to stiffen to a full erection. I was thankful that I was standing behind Mom so she could not see the evidence of my growing arousal in the front of my jeans.

That photo, especially my aunt's firm, round breasts overflowing from the small, yellow triangles barely covering them, remained burned in my mind from that moment on. It returned to my mind's eye night after night as I lay in bed, stroking my hard cock. I would imagine myself running my hands up my aunt's tanned legs and flat stomach to cup those sizable mounds in my hands and tease her stiff nipples. This illicit fantasy fueled my libido during many lonely nights. Sometimes when my parents were out I would sit at the computer in the living room, masturbating as I stared at the image of my aunt wearing her skimpy lemon-coloured bikini. Now that she was standing less than two yards away from me in our kitchen I could hardly believe it, or how much more sexy she actually was in person.

"My god, Colin. Look at you -- you're all grown up!" Aunt Julia's voice was soft and full of amazement. Her full lips curled into a smile and the red lipstick on them glistened. She folded her arms, causing her breasts to form into noticeable orbs. They filled out her purple knit cardigan so well I thought that the buttons might pop open. "The last time I saw you seems like a lifetime ago. You certainly don't look nineteen," she said, still looking me over.

"That's because I'm twenty," I corrected with a faint smile. My cock was beginning to throb and I wanted to move my eyes from the swell of my aunt's bosom, down over the tight black skirt covering her round hips, then back up again. Somehow I managed to restrain myself and remain focused on her lovely face.

Aunt Julia stepped over to me. She had kicked off her snow-covered boots at the door and her stockinged feet padded across the floor as she reached out towards me. "Well, I hope you're not too old to let your aunt give her favourite nephew a hug," she said.

I smiled, considering that I was her only nephew. Before I could reply I felt her arms around me, her soft hands gliding up my back. My muscles tensed. Then those perfect breasts, those firm mounds, were pressed to my chest. My heart was pounding so fiercely that I thought she might feel it as she pressed herself to me. I could feel a patina of sweat on my palms and my cock thickened some more. Somewhat tentatively, I slipped my arms around my aunt's narrow waist and moved my hands up her svelte back. Her sweater was soft and fuzzy. It moved upwards a bit as my hand roamed her back. Beneath it, I felt the straps of her bra. I pulled her tighter to me, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations of her luscious body on mine. The mingled scents of her perfume and hair conditioner filled my nostrils, feeding my libido. When she pressed her lips to my right cheek to plant a kiss I shuddered somewhat and felt light-headed.

"It's good to see you, Aunt Julia," I croaked, my throat dry from lust.

"You too," she said, her hot breath caressing my neck.

My aunt stepped back, still clutching my forearms as she smiled. Her shimmering eyes were two slits as they danced down my torso. When they met the front of my jeans her expression seemed to turn into a sneer, then I realized it was an approving grin. It lasted an instant, then was gone.

"So, where's Richard?" Aunt Julia turned her head back towards Mom at the sink and ran her hands down my arms, briefly stroking the backs of my hands.

"Still at the drug store," Mom said.

"Doesn't that man ever take a day off? Will he at least be having turkey with us on Christmas Day?" My aunt moved away from me and turned completely to face my mother. She crossed her arms beneath the curves of her breasts once more, pushing them up into firm hills.

Mom laughed. "Yes, Jules, he will. But he can't afford to take time off during the holidays," she explained. 

Aunt Julia nodded and the warm smile returned to her face. She gave a chuckle that was rather sexy. "Are you putting me in the spare room next to Colin's?" she asked.

Mom nodded. "Yes. I hope that will be fine," she said.

"More than fine," Aunt Julia assured her.

While Mom lead her sister upstairs to the room where she would be staying I took advantage of the solitude to try to get my runaway libido under control. My cheeks were aflame and my erection was straining the zipper of my jeans. I went to the back door and opened it. I drew in deep breaths of the chilly December air as it cooled my face. I stood there for a few minutes, recalling the sensual feel of my aunt's body on mine and how her hands stroked my back as we embraced. I knew that I was going to be in a near constant state of arousal while she was visiting us. That seemed like a bittersweet prospect to me.

During supper that evening I did not have to make much effort at conversation; Mom and my aunt took care of that. I silently ate, taking the occasional sideways glance at my aunt and noticing how her eyes moved my way several times. It was both exhilarating and unnerving. The image of Aunt Julia on the beach, her magnificent body covered by three tiny triangles of cloth, was now replaced by the lingering sensations of her pressed to me earlier in the kitchen. My rigid cock demanded attention and my boiling lust craved release. It was very distracting and I did not feel much like eating. Mom has always been a wonderful cook, but each bite of food seemed like cardboard in my dry mouth that evening.

The remainder of that night was spent in the living room talking and watching television -- me doing more of the latter. I was lost in lewd thoughts about my aunt. She had sat down beside me on the sofa after she and Mom returned from loading the dishwasher and chatting a bit. Although she was nearly a full yard to my left it still seemed like her body heat radiated on me. Or maybe it was the combination of her seductiveness and charm. Either way, I was in torment. A few hours later, when my father yawned and stretched, then announced that he was tired and going to bed, I was glad. Mom would follow him and I could do the same soon after. When my aunt spoke up I felt uneasy.

"Well, I'm not tired like you old folks," she said. "I'm good for another few hours. You'll keep me company, won't you, Colin?" Aunt Julia turned to me, her pretty, oak-coloured eyes almost pleading.

"Ah... yeah, sure," I grunted, not wanting to be rude or seem flustered.

Mom got up from the beige loveseat where she and Dad were sitting and approached the sofa. When she leaned down to give my aunt a hug she stood up and put her arms around Mom's waist. She kissed her cheek, then looked into her eyes as they exchanged smiles.

"Nighty night, baby sis," Mom said, sounding like a teenager once again.

"Nighty night, big sis," my aunt replied. Then a wide, devilish grin crept over her face. She reached up and gave my mother's left breast a firm squeeze through her blouse. The mass of her breast nearly eclipsed Aunt Julia's slim palm as she pushed it upwards into a large mound.

Mom squealed and lurched away from her sister's grasp, then her laughter rang out. When her eyes met mine, which were now locked on the contours of her chest filling out her jade-coloured blouse, she began to blush. Her nipple had reacted to Aunt Julia's touch and now jutted out noticeably from the cotton covering it.

"Richard, did Michie ever tell you the real reason why I always call her 'big sister' isn't because she's older, but because she's always had bigger tits than me?" my aunt asked. She turned towards my father, who was sitting in near astonishment on the loveseat.

"Ah... no. She didn't," Dad answered, seeming both intrigued and uncomfortable. His eyes shifted from Mom to my aunt, then down over her cardigan.

"Well, that's why," she said, shooting Mom a grin. "Since Michie was born first, I was robbed. She got all the good boobie genes." Now her laugh filled the room as she surveyed my mother's chest.

I watched from the couch, smiling and shifting my attention between my Mom and aunt, comparing the relative sizes of their bustlines. Although I would have never in a million years said it, but despite my aunt's comment about being robbed, she certainly had not been left-out when it came to being well-endowed up top. Far from it.

"Oh, quit playing the victim," Mom snapped, unable to stifle a laugh. "It's not like you were exactly deprived, Jules." She nodded her head, gesturing down towards her sister's chest. "Don't you remember how Tony Gibson was always trying to sneak a peek down your top back in school?"

Aunt Julia's face became contorted into a grimace and she gave an exaggerated shudder. "He was such a creep," she hissed, her voice full of contempt.

"Yes, but still..." Mom replied. "And he wasn't the only one, so quit complaining. Besides, the only reason I'm built like I am is because I had Colin." Her eyes darted over her sister's shoulder to me and she gave me a shy smile.

I shifted on the sofa and forced a smile Mom's way. My eyes left hers as I admired her figure, especially how she filled out her blouse, which seemed a size too small for her. It wasn't the first time that I had committed that illicit act -- ogling my own mother. But it was certainly the first time I had done it in such a charged situation. The air in the room now seemed to have come alive with sexual energy, brought on by my aunt's initial remark and groping of Mom. Even Dad seemed to notice it, judging from his vacant smile and pink cheeks. Images of him closing their bedroom door and dragging Mom towards their bed in a few minutes appeared in my mind.

"Maybe I should have a baby then," Aunt Julia mused aloud. "It would be cheaper than implants."

Mom laughed once more as she turned towards my father. He had gotten up and was standing behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as his fingers teased her neck.

"Give it a lot of thought, Jules. In the meantime, I'm going to get my beauty sleep." Mom gave her another quick kiss on the cheek before taking hold of Dad's hand and leading him towards the steps.

Aunt Julia turned towards me, still smiling. I could hear the sounds of footsteps coming from upstairs and water running in the bathroom.

"It's so good to see you guys again. I shouldn't have put off visiting for so long," Aunt Julia said, sounding regretful. She sat down beside me once more, leaning on her right hip and tucking her right foot under her. "I still can't get over what a handsome young man you've become, Colin," she said, brushing her hair away from her left eye.

"Thanks," I said, swallowing hard. "Mom says I look like Dad."

My aunt leaned back a bit, looking me over as if to consider the comment, then nodded. "Yes, you do," she concluded after a few moments. "But you've got your mother's eyes. They're as blue as sapphires, just like hers. Mine are a muddy brown. That's something else I always envied about Michie."

I felt myself blush once more, thinking about the other thing, or things, she envied about Mom. I felt my eyes drifting down towards her chest and forced them back up, but not before she noticed. She laughed. Not a loud laugh like earlier though. It was more like a teasing laugh, or like when old friends share an in-joke that is many years old.

"Don't let Michie catch you looking at me like that or she'll chew me a new one," Aunt Julia cautioned, still sounding amused.

"Like what? I wasn't - "

My aunt interrupted me with a soft hissing sound from her pursed lips, then she smiled. Through my nervousness I felt the urge to kiss her soft, moist lips, but easily fought it.

"It's okay, Colin," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "I didn't say I was mad. It's flattering for a guy your age to be checking out an old chick like me." The corner of her mouth turned up as she stared at me.

I laughed, but only at the notion of her being old. Had someone not known her actual age they would have easily guessed her to be in her late twenties, but no more. "You're not old, Aunt Julia," I assured her.

"You're sweet, honey." My aunt leaned closer and pressed her velvety lips to my cheek, leaving traces of lipstick on my rosy skin. Then she leaned back on the sofa, still looking into my face.

"What?" I asked after a few moments, growing uncomfortable with the awkward silence and the look on my aunt's face.

"Oh... just thinking," she said, sounding sleepy and still gazing at me.

"About what?" I asked, although I almost feared her answer.

"About something very naughty." She gave her head a gentle shake as though she was silently reprimanding herself, then sat up.

"Oh..." I grunted. Now I was even more horny and very curious. My mind reeled, filling with possibilities -- all of them ribald and taboo. The heat returned to my cheeks and she immediately noticed.

"You're blushing," she teased, her gentle eyes meeting mine.

I gave her a silent nod, knowing it was futile to deny it.

Aunt Julia slid closer towards me, so her right hip was almost pressing against me. Her arm brushed mine, then I felt the side of her firm breast pressed on my bicep. I didn't dare look down. For a moment I think my racing heart came to a halt. I swallowed, but my throat felt dry, like that beach in the photo of her wearing the yellow bikini.

"Do you like me -- even though I'm the... little sister?" My aunt's hot breath washed over my cheek and neck. She paused before speaking the last two words, then slowly breathed them out for emphasis.

"I... yeah, of course I like you," I managed to say in an unnaturally thick voice. 

"You know how I meant it," she taunted, clearly unconvinced by the tone of my reply.

I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I licked my lips. "I like you. But you're my aunt, so... so I can't like you like you think." I laughed self-consciously at the jumble of words that had come out of my mouth, but hoped she'd understand. She did.

My aunt inched closer and hooked her arm around mine. She held my hand in hers, which both surprised and excited me. Her hand was soft and warm, much like rest rest of her probably was, I assumed. Our shoulders were touching now, but what I was concentrating on now was how her breast was pressing against my side. It was firm and felt bigger than it had appeared earlier as it rose from her slender body to strain the fabric of her cardigan. For a moment I allowed by eyes to wander down and noticed that the top three buttons of my aunt's cardigan were open. Now I could see her upper chest in the V-shaped opening. I followed the line of her slender collar bone down to the deep cleavage between her round breasts. Her skin looked look as smooth as crystal and as soft as angel hair. I licked my lips once more and tore my eyes away.




Blame it on the Mistletoe



"You're going to get put on Santa's Naughty List, but I bet you don't care," she said in a hushed voice.

"I don't believe in Santa," I spat out, then smiled.

"You ol' Grinch," she joked, giving my arm a gentle shake.

I laughed and it helped to ease some of the tension I felt.

"That's okay, Colin. I like naughty boys. If Santa skips you this Christmas, maybe I can make up for it. As long as you don't mind it that I'm your mom's... little sister."

I listened to my aunt's teasing lilt and how she once again breathed those two words. My erection twitched and I rested my right arm on my lap. "You're not exactly little, Aunt Julia," I said, feeling bold.

"But I'm only a few inches over five feet," she replied, sounding coy and sexy.

My eyes met hers. "You know how I meant it," I said, echoing her words from earlier.

Aunt Julia laughed and I felt her breast shift and rub against me. "So, you don't think I'm little then?" she asked, her voice still soft and haunting.

"No, not at all," I scoffed.

"When we were in the kitchen loading the dishwasher, Michie said that this sweater looked too small for me and that I was going to drive you and your dad crazy."

"Mom said that?" I asked in disbelief.

My aunt tightened her lips into a thin slit and nodded. "She's not naive, you know," she said.

"I know. I'm just surprised that she'd make a comment like that."

Aunt Julia shrugged. "If you knew her as well as I do she might surprise you even more," she remarked, sounding enigmatic.

"Like how?" I prodded.

My aunt shook her head. "Sisters have their secrets, you know," was all she said.

I nodded, reflecting on her reply. My mind, prodded on by my libido, began to race. My obscene thoughts were interrupted by my aunt's voice a few moments later.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" she asked.

"None. Why?" 

"I was thinking we could decorate the house and put up the tree. It's time this place looked like Christmas," she said, glancing around the living room.

"Sounds good to me," I told her.

"Good. It will be fun. I've missed celebrating Christmas with Michie." Aunt Julia got up from the couch and stretched, following my eyes on her, then smiled. "But now, I have a date with The Sandman. The flight today tired me out. Sweet dreams, Colin."

"You too," I said, watching her leave the room.

###

The next morning I was up early -- much earlier than I normally would have been during Christmas break. I did not want to waste a minute sleeping when I could be spending time with my aunt. After showering and getting dressed, I hurried down to the kitchen. Mom and Aunt Julia were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and eating toast. Mom was still in her housecoat, but my aunt was dressed for the day.

"My, you're up early," Mom remarked, looking up at the clock as I walked in. Her wide eyes met mine.

"I promised Aunt Julia I'd help her decorate," I explained, as I made my way to the fridge for some juice.

"Geez, Jules, I always thought your forte was getting men into bed, not out of it," Mom quipped.

Aunt Julia laughed and a bit of orange juice dribbled from her lips. She wiped her chin and darted her eyes towards me. "Sometimes they're just as useful out of bed, big sister," she shot back. "Haven't you realized that by now?"

I sat at the table between the two sisters, sipping my juice and listening to their banter. Although I did my best to not be obvious about it, I could not help but notice how good my aunt looked that morning. Perhaps a good night's sleep had helped, but what she was wearing certainly caught my eye. She had on a navy blue skirt that, when sitting at least, left several inches of her soft thighs bare. Along with that, she wore a white scoop-necked blouse. As I brought my glass of juice up to my lips I tried to imagine the view down the front of her blouse I would be afforded if she were to bend over in front of me. I had to fight off a shudder of arousal at the thought.

"So, where do you keep the decorations?" Aunt Julia asked once she had finished her coffee.

"They're up in the attic," I said.

I got up from my chair, my aunt following close behind, and lead her upstairs to the attic door. Silently we climbed the narrow steps into the musty top floor of our house. Pushed to one side in a corner were three large cardboard boxes containing Christmas decorations. 

Soon after I became a teenager my parents decided to buy an artificial tree. They reasoned that it was cheaper, cleaner and less of a fire hazard than a real one. That tree was resting inside the box which I now stood in front of.

"There's just these three," I told my aunt. "This one has the tree and the others have decorations and stuff."

Aunt Julia nodded, looking around the attic. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and she seemed fidgety. "Damn! It's chilly up here," she lamented, shifting from one bare foot to another.

It was when she made that remark that my eyes, perhaps on their own intuition, moved down to the front of her white blouse. It was pulled taught over her and the outline of her hard nipples were clearly visible. They poked out at the thin cotton like two bullets. My eyes fixed on them, until I heard her soft laugh.

"Not that you mind, huh, Colin?" My aunt gave me a knowing smile and arched her back slightly so her blouse now looked like a second skin covering her. She followed my eyes with hers, seeming amused, or maybe even pleased, by my reaction.

"I'm not going to complain. But let's get these boxes downstairs before you get frostbite," I joked, hoping that some humour would ease the tension.

I picked up the largest box, the one containing the tree, and waited for her to take ahold of one too. Instead, she let her arms go limp at her sides and moved around to my left side so the cumbersome box in my hands was no longer between us.

"You wouldn't let me get frostbite, would you, Colin?" she asked, sounding helpless.

I gave my head a shake, looking at the teasing expression on her face. "No, of course not," I said.

Without another word my aunt wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled herself closer to me. Her breasts flattened against me, rubbing over my side as she shifted her body. I looked down into the front of her blouse and saw the tops of her breasts rising from the white bra she was wearing. It was thin and was trimmed with lace around the tops of the cups. I could have stared all day, but I knew that Mom would be expecting us back down soon.

"We better get back down," I suggested.

Reluctantly, my aunt eased away from me. She gathered a box in her hands and followed me down the stairs. After that, I hurried back up for the remaining box so I could bring it down with the others.

###

"Do you guys have a stepladder somewhere?"

I was busy assembling the artificial tree in the middle of the living room, preoccupied with that and lewd thoughts about my aunt, when her question jolted me back to the present.

"Ah... yeah. It's in the cellar," I said, looking up at her. "I'll go get it."

When I returned from the cellar with the aluminum ladder Aunt Julia was busy pulling green and red garland from the box that she had brought down from the attic. She looked up at me with a confused expression. "Where does this stuff go?" she asked.

"We usually drape it over the mirror above the fireplace and on the other one in the hall," I informed her.

I observed my aunt dragging the ladder towards the fireplace. Her tight skirt clung to her ass and the curves of her hips. When I heard my mother's voice behind me I jumped and turned around.

"I'm going to have a shower and get dressed. I'll be back down in a while," Mom said.

"Alright," I replied, still concentrating on my aunt.

"Hey, hold this thing for me, will you?" Aunt Julia asked.

"Huh?" I grunted.

"The ladder," she explained. "I'm afraid of it tipping over."

A woman is her strongest when she's her weakest, I thought to myself. Despite knowing her fear was unfounded, and suspecting that she realized it too, I walked over to the ladder and gripped it in my hands, bracing my foot on the bottom rung. Now I was staring directly at my aunt's firm, round ass, only inches from my face and slightly above me. It wiggled slightly as she strung the garland along the top edge of the mirror. I wasn't sure if this tantalizing show was deliberate or not, but I enjoyed it regardless. It was all I could do to remain holding the ladder and not reach out to give it a squeeze, or even a hard slap. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the ladder and stared at Aunt Julia's backside and the flare of her hips.

"All done," she announced a few minutes later.

I stepped back a bit to allow my aunt to descend the ladder, still holding it tight. As her foot reached the bottom rung I suddenly felt her luscious ass rub over my crotch. She paused, then pressed against me, grinding herself against the bulge in my jeans. She turned her head to one side, smiling down at me.

"Okay, what's next?" she asked.

"Ah... the mirror in the hall," I told her, then cleared my throat.

I carried the stepladder into the hall, my aunt following me with a length of garland in her hand. Once more I steadied the ladder for her while she hung the garland around the wooden frame of the oval mirror. And once again as she climbed back down she paused to grind her firm ass against my throbbing cock. Only this time she did it for a few seconds longer, just enough to make sure I knew it was intentional -- as if there was any doubt -- and long enough for her to feel how hard she had made me. The sensation was wonderful and I knew that if she were to keep doing it she would eventually make me cum. After a few moments I eased away before allowing myself to get too aroused.

"There's some other stuff in the box. Where does that go?" she asked.

It took me a moment to collect my thoughts. "The rest are just things like a Nativity scene, Santas and Christmas trees that go on tables and the mantel," I said. "Plus there's mistletoe."

"Oh, mistletoe -- my favourite!" she exclaimed, sounding delighted and giving me another teasing smile.

I returned her smile and looked up towards the stucco ceiling. "We usually hang some mistletoe from this light fixture and some from the one in the living room," I explained. I drug the ladder so it was positioned under the light and waited.

"That's a big climb. Make sure you hold the ladder really tight, okay?" she said, sounding genuinely nervous this time.

I nodded, gripping one side of the ladder. From upstairs I could hear the sound of the shower. My thoughts were momentarily diverted by the mental image of my mother -- standing naked under the spray of the hot water and her wet body glistening. I recalled how full and firm her breast had looked the night before when Aunt Julia had squeezed it. Now I imagined both of them, unrestrained by a bra, with soap running down them and over her hard, thick nipples. When my aunt began ascending the ladder my eyes and thoughts went back to her.

It took her slightly less time to hang the mistletoe and when my aunt stepped down the ladder she once again paused, pressing herself against my hard cock, which now threatened to burst from my jeans. But this time she also rested her back on my chest, then turned to her left, smiling, eyes half-closed.

"Mmmm... I know what I want for Christmas," she said with a soft moan, pressing her ass harder against my shaft.

"I... I don't know if that's a good idea," I said, reluctantly.

"Oh... don't you want to give it to me, Colin?" Her voice sounded both sexy and disappointed.

"It's not that. It's just -- "

"Have you promised to give it to someone else?" she interjected, still looking at me from the corner of her eye.

"No," I told her.

"Then I guess it's all mine," she replied in an almost defiant tone.

Before I could reply, the sound of the shower stopped. I knew that Mom would be back down soon and the last thing I wanted was for her to catch me and her sister in a compromising situation. I backed away from the ladder, watching my aunt step down to the carpet.

"Okay, one more. The light in the living room," I said, dragging the step ladder into place and hoping to change the subject before Mom heard us.

If Aunt Julia was concerned with my mother catching us in an intimate moment, one that was strictly forbidden by polite society, she never showed it. Once more I was treated to a perfect view of her ass, plus a good portion of her smooth, well-toned thighs as she affixed the last piece of mistletoe to the light fixture in the living room. As she eased herself back down the ladder I was both relieved and disappointed that our naughty game had come to an end.

As I held the ladder, staring at her ass getting closer to me and waiting to feel it pressed to my hard cock one last time, I discovered that my aunt had one final trick in her bag. As she was about to make the final step onto the floor she stumbled and let out a gasp. An instant later I felt her back collide with my chest. My hands shot from the sides of the ladder to her waist in an effort to steady her. What happened next still seems almost a blur to me. Her body felt slightly limp, or maybe it was just that she was so slender. But as she fell into my arms my right hand slid up until it was cupping her right breast, or as much of it that would fit in my palm. It felt heavy and firm. Even now I can still recall the feeling of it as I fondled her, along with the sensation of her firm ass rubbing against my hard cock.

Aunt Julia relaxed her body, still resting on my back. I felt her hand on my left thigh, just above my knee and her wispy hair tickling my face. Her nipple had stiffed and was poking into the palm of my right hand. It was thick and diamond hard. Her lips were closed tight as she looked down at my hand cupping her, then she slowly turned her head to glance at me from the corner of her eye.

"You caught me. I guess that means you get to keep me." Her voice was barely audible, although I was sure she could hear my heart, pounding like jackhammer. When I drew my hand away she pressed on the back of it, pushing it back down on her breast.

"Mom will be down any minute," I whispered in her ear.

"I almost don't care," was her soft reply.

Aunt Julia sighed, either from pleasure or disappointment -- perhaps a mixture of both, and slipped from my arms. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders, then cleared her throat.

"So, what's next?" she asked, her voice returning to normal.

I stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, mesmerized by the look of arousal on my aunt's face and her hard nipples pointing towards me. She smiled, but it almost seemed like an embarrassed smile. "Well, we just sort of put the rest of the decorations on tables and shelves -- wherever there's space," I explained.

Aunt Julia went to one of the cardboard boxes and began rifling through it. I watched her bending over, running my eyes up and down her body. Moments later she brought out several plastic figurines and a brown cardboard manger belonging to our Nativity set. She fumbled with one of the figurines, turning it over in her hand to examine it, then giggled. 

"Hey, don't you think that Joseph kind of looks like Osama bin Laden?" she asked, holding the plastic figure up for me to see, still chuckling.

I rolled my eyes. "If Dad hears you saying that you'll be spending Christmas back in Jersey -- if you're lucky," I warned her.

"Bah, humbug!" she spat out as she arranged the items on the coffee table.

A few minutes later Mom came down the stairs and joined us. She watched her sister decorating for a while before she spoke. "Jules, I'm going out to get some groceries. Feel like coming?" she asked.

My aunt turned from an end table where she had just placed a plastic Santa holding a candle. She frowned. "No, sorry, Michie. But I've had enough of shopping till Easter. Do you mind if I stay here? We're going to start decorating the tree in a while," she said.

Mom shook her head, trying to not look disappointed, or so it seemed. "That's okay. I just thought you might want to get out for a while," she said. "I'll be back in about an hour, if the store's not too crowded."

Not a word was spoken between us until we heard Mom close the door as she left. A few seconds later my aunt turned from a bookshelf where she had placed two ceramic angels. "So, what's next? she asked.

I grew nervous, contemplating the subtext of her question. "I guess we can start decorating the tree," I said, then began pulling a strand of lights from a box so I could check for burned out bulbs.

Aunt Julia was standing beside me as I knelt on the floor, untangling lights and checking for loose bulbs. When she knelt down to my right I paused and turned my head. Her breasts swayed gently inside her blouse as she leaned over and her skirt had slid up her thighs a ways. I moved my eyes up and down her body, then finally locked my eyes on hers. She looked up towards the ceiling and smiled, then looked back down at me.

"We're under the mistletoe," she said, sounding slightly nervous.

I looked up, although I believed her. "Yeah, I guess we are," I replied.

"I suppose we'd better see if it still works after being boxed-up all year." Her voice was sweet and tender, as soft as her skin.

Before I could reply Aunt Julia was leaning towards me. I felt her brace her left hand on my right thigh as her hot breath stroked my mouth for a second. Then she softly pressed her mouth to mine, parting her lips and sucking on my lower one. She gripped my thigh harder and inched her fingers closer to my hard shaft as her tongue darted past my lips, searching for mine. Soon my hand was moving up her left thigh towards her hip. I clutched it, urging her closer. She moaned as we kissed and slipped her right hand around to the back of my neck, holding me to her so she could suck on my tongue. When she eventually pulled away I heard a soft sucking sound as her soft, pliant lips released me. It was then I realized that my hand was cupping her left breast. I looked down, almost in disbelief, as my fingers kneaded her through her blouse and bra. Reluctantly, I slid my hand away from her heavy breast. It fell with a slight bounce.

"You're a good kisser," she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with the tip of her index finger, then giving me an awkward smile.

"Thanks. So are you," I replied, unsure of what else to say.

There was a silence of almost a minute before she said "So, I guess the mistletoe works."

"Yeah... this bunch anyway," I said.

"What?" she asked, then followed my eyes towards the hall.

"Colin... you really are naughty," she sighed, her eyes flickering with arousal.

"What? I never said anything," I protested, then laughed.

Aunt Julia got to her feet, then reached down to tug at my hand. "Hurry up, before Michie gets home," she urged.

My aunt pulled me in to the hall so we were standing beneath the second sprig of mistletoe hanging from the light fixture. She placed her hands on my waist, just above my hips, and pulled me to her. Our movements were less tentative this time as our eager mouths met. Her breathing was heavy as her hand roamed up to the back of my neck. She pulled me tighter to me, our tongues dancing.

At that moment I wanted desperately to tear my aunt's clothes off and make love to her right there on the floor. I did not care if Mom were to walk in on us; I would have dealt with the consequences later without the slightest regret. Instead, I was more than happy to hold my aunt to me and continue kissing her warm, watery lips.

I felt Aunt Julia's left hand leave my waist and slide down to my ass. She gave it a hard squeeze, pulling me closer so I could feel my throbbing shaft rubbing over her stomach through my jeans. She felt it too because I heard her moan.




Blame it on the Mistletoe



"You're so hard," she said, sounding amazed.

A moan escaped from my throat and I pressed my mouth back to hers. I moved my right hand up to her breast, waiting for her to resist. She didn't. Through her blouse and bra I found her nipple, hard and thick. I pinched it lightly, then a little harder as I gave it a tug. She moaned louder this time and snaked her tongue deeper into my mouth. I grabbed one handful after another of Aunt Julia's breast, pushing it up and trying in vain to fit it all into my hand.

"I love having my tits played with," she said, almost panting.

"I love playing with them," I replied, then gave her lower lip a tug between mine.

Aunt Julia broke our embrace. I was disappointed until I saw her quickly unbuttoning her blouse, almost to her navel. She pulled it open to reveal her breasts, barely contained by a white lace bra. Above the lace two firm mounds rose from her chest, rising and falling as she breathed heavily. Through the lace covering her left breast, just above where it met the thicker white silky material, I could see a hint of her areola. It was wide and slightly lighter than her hair. Beneath it her thick nipple stood out against the white silk.

"God, you're beautiful," I sighed as I stared at her.

"Thanks. I think you're pretty hot yourself." Aunt Julia embraced me once more, covering my neck with soft, teasing kisses, then nibbling at it.

The soft silk and lace of her bra felt sensual, but it did not compare to the feeling of her breasts in my hands as I fondled them. I squeezed and molded them into orbs until they nearly rose from their confines. Then I bent down and licked one nipple, then the other, through the silk. My aunt giggled and squirmed in my arms.

"Mmmm... yeah... I love that, Colin," she moaned, swaying gently.

I could see snow gently falling outside through the window over my aunt's shoulder. It's softness and gentleness reminded me of the woman I was loving. I continued toying with her breasts, feeling her lips and teeth on my neck. When I heard a car door slam shut in the yard I lurched back as though I had touched an electric fence.

"Shit, Mom's home!" I gasped.

Aunt Julia began quickly buttoning her blouse as she hurried into the living room behind me. I began stringing lights on the tree. She joined me a minute later, after adjusting her blouse and pushing back her hair.

"Damn, it's getting nasty out there," Mom called out from the kitchen.

My aunt and I exchanged nervous glances, but continued working on the tree. Seconds later Mom appeared in the room, shaking snow from her hair. She watched us for a moment before she spoke.

"Colin, would you mind getting the groceries out of the car?" she asked.

Not only would I not mind, I was glad for the opportunity to avoid my mother for a while and let the crisp air soothe my hot face and stiff cock. I took my time bringing the groceries in and when I was finished I found Mom sitting on the sofa, watching her sister hang ornaments on the tree.

Until supper was ready my aunt and I kept busy by decorating the tree. I think it went faster than usual due to the abundance of nervous energy that I had. By the time Dad was home and we began eating I was starving. I quickly cleaned my plate, then placed another pork chop and scoop of mashed potato on my plate.

"It looks like all that decorating made you hungry, Colin," Mom remarked as I reached for the butter.

I gave her a wary look and nodded. "Yeah, I was really hungry," I said.

Mom nodded without replying, but from the corner of her eye I noticed a peculiar look come over her face. Perhaps it was just my paranoid imagination, but I could not help wonder if she had somehow discovered what Aunt Julia and I had been doing while she was out. I quickly dismissed the notion. We were back in the living room and had gotten ourselves together by the time Mom had joined us afterall.

That evening played itself out much like the previous one. Mom and my aunt cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher while Dad and I sat in the living room. The television was on once more and although I was looking at it I still don't recall a single show that was on that night.

Like clockwork, Dad decided it was time for him to go to bed soon after ten-thirty and Mom followed suit. Somewhere in the back of my mind I feared that she might decide to stay up late and chat some more with her sister, so I was relieved when she got up to follow Dad. 

My aunt was sitting beside me on the sofa, but the room was silent, save the television. A minute or so after the upstairs fell quiet she spoke, but it was barely more than a whisper.

"Are we wicked?" She had a pained look on her face as she turned towards me. It seemed as though she needed to be reassured. Thankfully I did not have to lie to her.

"I think you're wicked," I retorted, grinning.

"You know how I meant it, Colin," she snapped, her eyes briefly narrowing, then she sighed. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just feeling guilty and nervous."

"It's okay. I am too. Well, nervous anyway," I said.

"Not guilty?" She cocked her head to one side, looking confused and somewhat surprised.

I shrugged. I had wrestled with my demons regarding this long ago and conquered them. Despite the sea change in our relationship, I felt no compunction. In fact, quite the opposite. My only concern was to soothe her pangs.

Aunt Julia turned on the couch until her knees were pointing towards me. She reached out and began fumbling with the fingers of my left hand. After a few moments she raised her eyes to meet mine.

"I never planned on any of this, you know," she said. There was a weary, regretful sound to her voice. "I never thought about you before, you know -- that way. I guess I just sort of got carried away, and to tell you the truth, really excited by it all. Since it's so... wicked." She gave me a foxy smile.

I gave her an understanding nod. "I know. I never thought that anything like this would ever happen between us," I said. "I mean, you're really pretty -- no, beautiful -- but I never for an instant thought you'd be interested in me. I always thought that it would just be..." My voice faded out and I lowered my head, staring at my aunt's fingers entwined with mine.

"Just be what?" she coaxed, clutching my hand. Now there was excitement in her voice.

"I don't know. A fantasy, I guess," I murmured, then looked up at her.

She leaned back a bit, obviously surprised by my admission. I felt her grip on my hand ease. "You mean you've thought about me... like that?" she asked with amazement.

I gave her a guilty nod.

"Since when?" she asked, squeezing my hand once more.

"Since you emailed Mom that photo of you on the beach in Bermuda."

Aunt Julia let out a soft laugh, then clamped her lips tight, probably afraid that my parents would hear. "That bikini got me a lot of attention. I had just gotten divorced and was feeling a little bold, I guess. I don't think I'd dare wear it now," she said, then gave me a shy look.

"That's good, because it's too cold out," I teased.

My aunt laughed again. "I thought you liked how I looked when I was cold," she said,

"I do." My eyes drifted down towards her breasts and images from that afternoon flashed in my mind.

"I have more photos from that trip of me in that bikini," she told me. "But I didn't dare send them to Michie. Make sure I get your email address before I go and I'll send them to you. As long as no one else sees them."

I raised a palm to her and in a solemn voice said "I swear."

Aunt Julia stared at me, or over my shoulder, for a little while, then a delicious smile crept over her lovely face. She parted her lips, as though to speak, but it was a few moments before she found the words.

"I suppose I should have seen this coming," she concluded.

"Really? Why?" I blurted out as my eyes widened in surprise.

"Yesterday, in the kitchen -- when I hugged you... you were hard, weren't you?" Her voice was an odd mixture of shock and curiosity.

I nodded, too shy and nervous to admit it aloud.

"I knew it," she replied. "I mean, I've been around enough to know when a guy's excited, but I still couldn't believe it."

"Why? Because I'm your nephew?"

"That, and because, well, I'm me," she answered, then gave a nervous titter.

"What's that mean? You're beautiful, Aunt Julia," I said, raising my voice with emphasis.

She gave a skeptical shrug and rolled her dreamy eyes. "I'm okay, I guess. But that's not really all of it." She paused once more, thinking. "After I went to bed I couldn't get it... you, I mean... you know -- hard... out of my mind. I guess it awoke something in me -- something... wicked," she continued, then flashed me an impish grin. "Let's just say I couldn't get to sleep until after I... took care of myself." She gave me a bashful smile, then lowered her eyes.

My heart began to race, sending blood to my thickening cock. The image of my gorgeous aunt lying in bed masturbating on the other side of my bedroom wall, perhaps while I was doing the same thing, made me want to push her down on the sofa and take her that instant. Instead, I shifted on the cushion and leaned into her. With the edge of my finger I pushed up on her chin, gently raising her head. I placed a soft kiss on her forehead, lingering long enough to feel the warmth and softness of her skin on mine.

"I love you," I whispered.

My aunt smiled, but never said anything at first. She wiggled closer and cuddled up next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. "So, what's next?" she asked after a minute or more..

For a moment my mind reverted to us decorating the house that afternoon when I heard her question. "Well, that's it for decorations," I told her.

She lifted her head and smiled at me. "No. I meant for us."

I thought for a moment, then sighed. "This afternoon was a really close call -- too close. We can't afford to be careless, no matter how we feel," I concluded.

"You're right," she agreed, sounding resigned. "Will you at least hold me a while?"

I didn't reply. Instead I slipped my arm around her soft, warm body and pulled her tighter to me. She shifted a bit and placed her hand on my right thigh. As she stared at the growing bulge in my jeans she drug her fingertips up and down the inside of my thigh, inching closer to my erection with each pass.

"It's not fair," she protested. Her voice was meek and forlorn. "We're adults and we're not hurting anyone else."

"I know," I said. "It's just that... shit, it sucks, I know."

A soft, long moan issued from my aunt's dewy lips. "How did you know I was thinking about sucking?" she asked, tilting her head up to give me a sexy smile.

I bent down and kissed her cheek. Her tender skin felt hot and I wanted to continue kissing her, everywhere, but knew we would not be able to rein ourselves in next time. I sat up again and ran my hand down her back, then back up. I continued to slowly caress her for close to an hour as we silently lay in one another's arms.

The lights on the Christmas tree seemed to twinkle and through the window I could see snow falling through the amber haze of the streetlights. I pulled my aunt closer to me and closed my eyes, wishing that night could never end.

###

Mom had no errands to do the next day. That was a mixed blessing. It meant that Aunt Julia and I would not get any time alone, but I reasoned that it was probably better that way. I shoveled the steps and the walk, then spent the remainder of the afternoon playing video games in my room. Mom and my aunt sat in the living room, talking and listening to Christmas carols.

After supper that evening when Mom joined us in the living room she asked a question that both surprised and gladdened me. Dad and I were watching television. Aunt Julia had gone upstairs to the bathroom after helping Mom in the kitchen. I was at my usual place on the couch, trying to feign interest in television when my mother's voice cut through my angst.

"Richard, what time does the party start tomorrow night?"

Dad turned from the television, pausing a moment. "Around seven," he said.

I perked up and turned towards Mom. "What party?" I asked.

"Your father's annual employee Christmas party. Don't you remember?" Mom answered with a slightly peevish tone.

No, I hadn't remembered, but I should have. Every year before Christmas my father rented a dining room at a local hotel to hold a party for his half-dozen or so employees and their spouses. I had completely forgotten about it due to the recent events and mental turmoil I was having. Suddenly my spirits were lifted at the thought of me and my Aunt Julia getting several hours alone the next evening. My mind was a whirlwind with the possibilities and lewd acts which that amount of privacy would allow us to commit. Then just as quickly my mind came to a halt at the realization that she was feeling guilty and scared. Time alone did not necessarily mean that our illicit affair would be rekindled. I frowned and folded my arms.

When Aunt Julia joined us a few minutes later there was no more discussion of tomorrow night's staff party. I didn't broach the subject for fear that her reaction might arouse suspicion with my parents. I decided to wait until they had gone to bed to deliver the news. Once the sounds of them getting ready for bed upstairs faded out I turned towards my aunt sitting beside me on the couch and smiled. She returned my smile, but seemed perplexed by my expression.

"I've got good news," I said, trying to create some suspense.

Aunt Julia drew her knees up on the couch and twisted around to face me. "What?" she asked, sounding excited.

"Tomorrow night is Dad's staff party for his employees. He and Mom will be out all night -- till late anyway."

A broad smile grew on her face. "Starting when?" she asked.

"Seven," I replied.

"Till...?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Last year it was midnight or later before they got back," I said.

Aunt Julia sucked on the corner of her lower lip, thinking, then she spoke. "What if they want us to go?"

"They've never asked me before. But if they ask you, just tell them you're tired, or have menstrual cramps, or whatever."

My aunt laughed. Her body quaked and I noticed her breasts jiggle inside her blouse. Slowly, almost cautiously, I reached out for her left one. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to speak, then she smiled. She arched her back, offering herself to me and ran her tongue over her lips slowly. Gently, I cupped one of her breasts, then the other, in my hands. Never before or since have I felt such a beautiful body.

Her hand was running up the inside of my left thigh. I looked down to it, then her questioning face. I nodded, then continued caressing her through her blouse. When I felt her give my aching balls a gentle squeeze I gasped. She stopped, but when I moaned she began rubbing my stiff cock through the constraining denim.

"You have perfect breasts," I told her.

"Tomorrow night they'll be all yours... I'll be all yours," she whispered.

I leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on her glistening lips. She parted them to receive my tongue briefly, then drew back.

"We better be careful. Remember?" she suggested in a reluctant tone.

I removed my hands from her and sat back on the couch. "You're right, unfortunately," I sighed.

Leaning into me, she ran her fingers though my hair and kissed my cheek. "Tomorrow night... less than twenty-four hours," she whispered into my ear. "Then you can do what you've wanted to ever since you saw that photo of me in my bikini."

I smiled at her, almost in disbelief, but mostly out of love and gratitude. "I love you," I said.

Aunt Julia pressed her lips to my cheek, then my ear. "I love you too, Colin," she whispered.

There we remained for the next two hours, holding one another on the sofa. More like lovers than kin.

###

The next day it was my turn to be as impatient as a child awaiting a visit from Santa. I think Aunt Julia felt the same, but she was careful not to betray her emotions. For the most part we avoided one another and kept any conversation to a minimum. I sequestered myself in my room with my video games and she spent time with Mom. They sat in the living room, drinking egg nog and listening to Christmas music.

It was my aunt's suggestion that my mother not bother making supper that night. She assured Mom that she and I could fend for ourselves by eating leftovers and that Mom's time would be better spent getting ready for the staff party. It was a marvelous idea and I had to resist the urge to kiss her when she posed it, shortly after breakfast. This meant that my parents could leave earlier to be there to greet guests as they arrived at the hotel dining room.

Despite this, that day seemed interminable. It was made worse by the fact that Aunt Julia seemed to have intentionally chosen clothes that she knew would torment and arouse me. She was wearing a light blue dress with a pleated waist that came down to just below her knees. It had a row of buttons running down the middle -- although she had left the top few buttons undone.

Around mid-afternoon I came down from my room for another glass of Pepsi. I stopped at the archway to the living room and looked in. Mom and my aunt were on the sofa looking at a photo album. I could hear Perry Como, or maybe it was Nat King Cole, wishing us a Merry Christmas. They both looked up and smiled at me, although Aunt Julia seemed a little sheepish. She was leaning over the photo album on her lap and I noticed a hint of cleavage showing in the opening of her dress. Instantly my cock reacted, pushing out at the front of my jeans. Her eyes went to it and I noticed a vague smile appear.

"Care for some egg nog?" Mom asked.

I shook my head and scowled. "No, thanks. Pepsi is just fine."

Mom laughed. She was wearing a white blouse that had tiny holly leaves on it; she wore it every Christmas. Only this year it seemed tight on her. Maybe it was just her posture, or my inflamed libido, but I couldn't help but notice how round and full breasts looked right then. I fought a smile as I recalled my aunt's explanation of why she always referred to Mom as her 'big sister'. She was certainly worthy of the epithet, I thought to myself. Now keenly aware of my throbbing erection, I turned for the kitchen before she could notice my arousal, assuming she hadn't already.

While I was standing at the fridge my aunt entered the kitchen. She gave me a sultry smile. The bodice of her dress hugged her, emphasizing her bust and narrow wait that lead to the curves of her hips. I noticed the subtle bounce her breasts beneath her dress gave as she moved.

"I just came out to get some more eggnog," she said, seemingly loud enough for my mother to hear.

I never replied as she sidled up beside me at the fridge. "I've been wet all day," she whispered into my ear. As she spoke she pressed her hip against the front of my jeans. Once she realized that I was hard she wiggled her hips a little. A faint moan reverberated in her throat, almost like the purring of a cat.

I smiled with a nod as I stood there holding the glass in my hand, watching her refill hers. When I reached out to feel her right breast she slipped away, then shot me a tantalizing smile. As she left the kitchen she turned and blew me a kiss.

Back in my bedroom I turned on a Kings of Leon CD, loud enough to drown-out the Christmas music coming from downstairs. About a half hour later I saw Mom pass by my door on the way to her room. A few minutes later she walked towards the bathroom wearing her housecoat. I turned the music down, listening to the sound of the running shower and imagining my mother standing naked just on the other side of the wall facing me. I reached down and rubbed my cock through my jeans. When the sound of the water running ceased my pulse quickened.




Blame it on the Mistletoe



A few minutes later I heard the bathroom door open and Mom walked out. She stopped at the doorway to my room and looked in, then smiled at me. Her glistening wet hair hung down over her shoulders. Her pink bathrobe was tied loosely around her waist. Below the belt I noticed the curves of her hips. Above it her heavy breasts filled out the thin fleece. They hung down slightly, more than they had earlier when I had taken furtive glances at them in the living room. Now her erect nipples also stood out from her fleshy cones, making noticeable protrusions in the soft robe. I gulped and forced my eyes back up to her damp face. As she moved towards me I felt nervous excitement envelop me.

"I'm getting ready for the party now so I won't have to fight with your father for the bathroom," she said.

I nodded, forcing my eyes past her chest, now less than two feet from my face. "That's probably a good idea," I said, forcing a chuckle.

"We won't be home till late, but you make sure you don't give Julia a hard time," she admonished in a teasing voice.

I heard another nervous chuckle escape my throat, then felt my heart seemed to miss a beat. It was the way she had spoken those last two words. The emphasis on them was unmistakable. Or was it? Perhaps it was just my dirty mind, bombarded by constant lewd thoughts for the past two days.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Mom. It's not like I need a babysitter," I said.

"I know, Honey. I was only teasing," she said, giving me a loving smile. "Sometimes I have to remind myself though. Then it reminds me that I'm not getting any younger either. I wish I was Julia's age again."

I looked into her blue eyes. They looked sad and I wanted to comfort her. Not only because I loved her, but because there was no reason for her to feel insecure -- especially when compared to her sister. "Oh, stop it. You two could pass for twins," I assured her.

The smile returned to Mom's face. When she placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned down to kiss my cheek a rush of exhilaration coursed through me. Then I realized that I was now eye level with the opening in her robe. Inside it I could see the swaying mound of her right breast. Droplets of water clung to it, like diamonds on her soft skin. It took every ounce of willpower I had to not reach inside her gaping robe to pull her pendulous breast out and bring the swollen nipple to my mouth.

"The girls must love your flattery, Honey," she told me.

Mom had straightened her back once more but was still resting her hand on my shoulder. I looked up and shrugged, then grinned. When she had leaned over to kiss me apparently the weight of her breasts had forced her robe open wider. Now I could see more of her upper chest, but more importantly there was a good portion of deep, wet cleavage now visible between the lapels of her robe. I stared at it, admiring how round and firm her breasts were. Big sister, indeed. I was unable to tear my eyes away from her partially exposed chest until my gawking was interrupted by her abruptly tugging her robe closed.

"Oops... didn't mean to flash you" she said, giving me a nervous look. She was blushing now and it made her look even more desirable. "Jules would never let me live this down if she were here right down." Her nervous tone seemed to be appealing for my silence about the incident.

"Well, she's not -- so she'll never know. Not from me anyway," assured her. Now I made damn sure my eyes were on hers.

My mother gave me a relieved smile. Then her expression grew mischievous. "Good. She loves to have something to torment me about. Sometimes I think it's because she's jealous."

"Sure, because you're her big sister," I replied, giving the words emphasis.

Mom understood my innuendo and blushed once again. She gave her robe a nervous tug, tightening it around herself some more. "Well, she needn't be jealous. I can't help how I look. I'd trade places with her if I could."

"Geez, millions of women would give their right arm to trade places with you, Mom." I said with a laugh, although I meant it.

"Maybe, but who'd want them then, with only one arm?" she retorted, then chuckled.

"Who'd notice?" I shot back with a grin.

Mom laughed, then seemed to force herself to stop. "Okay, that's enough of this talk," she said. "I can't believe I'm even having this conversation with my son."

Beneath the keyboard tray of my computer desk I could feel my hard cock pushing out at my jeans. I wanted to rub it and felt my fists clench on my lap. "Aunt Julia will never know," I vowed, wondering if that concerned her. "Besides, you know what?"

"What?" she asked as her eyes grew wide.

"In ten years she won't look as good as you do now," I told her.

A wide smile formed on my mother's face and she draped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek once more. I slid my arm around her waist. Beneath my fingers I felt the belt of her robe. As I hugged her I eased my hand down until my fingertips came to rest on the upper curve of her left butt cheek. If she felt it, or even cared, she didn't react.

"I shouldn't give in to flattery so easily, but coming from you I'll take it," she said as she clutched my shoulders tighter.

Her arm was still around me. Now her left breast, covered by the pink fleece, was inches from my mouth. I stared at it, noticing how it gently sloped downwards to where her thick nipple rose from it. I licked my lips. Beneath my palm I could feel her right cheek. I wanted to squeeze it, but realized I was already being too bold. I settled for hugging her tighter.

"Okay, time for me to get dressed," she said a few seconds later. "And get your hand off my ass."

When Mom slipped from my embrace I looked up, giving her a mortified look. Instead of being angry, she let out a soft laugh. "Sometimes I think you've got too many hormones for your own good," she teased.

"Is that your fault or Dad's?" I retorted.

Mom laughed. "Maybe a little of both," she admitted. "Just don't forget that I'm your mother." Despite the words of reproach, her tone remained friendly.

I nodded, feeling relieved that she maintained her good humour. Before I could muster a reply she was gone. I sighed when I heard her close the bedroom door behind her.

Dad closed the store early that afternoon to allow his employees to go home and get ready for the party that night. When he arrived home I began in earnest counting down the time until he and Mom would be leaving. I tried to not let my impatience show, but it was difficult. Once my parents had finally left I turned towards Aunt Julia, who was sitting at the kitchen table.

"When the cat's away, the mice will play," said as I approached her.

My aunt stood up and I pulled her towards me until our bodies were pressed together. I slid my hands down her back, pushing the hard bulge in my jeans into her soft tummy.

"I thought it went: 'Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse'," she said, then looked own between us. "Mmmm... it feels like something's stirring alright," she cooed.

"It has been all day," I told her.

I reached up and tugged at the top button of my aunt's dress. She looked down, watching, but never resisted. One by one I undid the buttons until her dress was open to her waist. Then I pulled it open to uncover her bra. It was another white one, but not as revealing as the lacy one. Still, she looked wonderful. I held her breasts in my hands and toyed with them until I felt her hard nipples through the bra. When I began teasing them she moaned and gripped my hips tighter.

"So... do you want to stay in here, or..." 

Aunt Julia's soft voice was inviting and I needed no more encouragement. I took her by the hand and lead her upstairs. I never let go of her hand as I pushed my bedroom door open and drew her over to my bed. We stood beside it, facing one another. I slipped my hands inside her dress and up her bare back. Her skin was soft and sensual. When our lips met she moaned once more. Her tongue flitted over mine while I stroked her back under her dress. Our mouths never parted as I pulled it down her arms until it was gathered around her waist. After a little fumbling with the hook I managed to slide her bra down as well. I stepped back and slowly ran my eyes over her half-naked body.

"God... you're beautiful," I breathed.

My aunt gave me a shy smile. "Thank-you," she whispered.

Pulling her to me again I held her left breast in my hand and bent down to take the dusky nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard, then swirled my tongue around it. When she moaned and cupped the back of my head I moved to her other breast, licking and sucking while I held them.

"I've been wanting to do this all day," I said as I caught my breath.

"I could tell," she said, then there was a giggle.

I looked up, nonplussed. "What do you mean?"

"Promise you won't tell Michie?"

I laughed. "Of course not. She'll never know anything about this week."

Aunt Julia gave me a nod. "Well, after you had gone back up to your room this afternoon -- after you came down to get more pop. Michie sort of laughed and said that you looked like you were in the Christmas spirit."

"What did that mean?" I asked.

"That's what I asked. Then she smiled and asked if I'd noticed that you looked like you had a hard-on," she explained, seeming shocked by her sister's brash remark.

Waves of embarrassment, then arousal washed over me at the thought of Mom noticing my erection. Then I recalled our encounter and conversation in my room after her shower. "And?" I prodded.

"I played dumb, but she said I must be blind."

"What did you say to that?" I asked.

"I called her a pervert for noticing her son's boner," she said with a brusk laugh.

"Being perverts runs in the family," I remarked.

"Has she ever said anything or done anything... wicked?" my aunt asked. She sounded eager to hear of any taboo activity between me and Mom.

"No. Never," I said, then began tugging her dress down over her hips.

My aunt's dress fell around her bare feet. She looked breathtaking, standing there in just her panties. I surveyed the mound in them made by her lips. My cock throbbed in anticipation of entering her there.

Before I could do anything my aunt was tugging at my t-shirt. She drew it over my head and tossed it aside. It had barely hit the floor before she was unzipping my jeans. My engorged cock tented my underwear, but soon she had them down past my knees. I kicked them aside, feeling my heavy balls sway and my shaft move.

"Mmmmm... you're built like Richard," she moaned as she surveyed my cock.

"How do you know?" I blurted out. Now I was both curious and concerned.

"Well, I don't -- not for sure. But Michie has told me a few things after a couple of glasses of wine. She said he has a nice thick one and I've been wondering if you did too. Like father, like son, I guess." She reached out and held my balls in her palm, then ran her fingers down along the underside of my shaft.

I shuddered when she stroked me and pulled her to me. Again, I held her breasts in my hands, lifting them into mounds and teasing one nipple, then the other.

The sheet and blanket on my bed were pulled down and I moved my aunt down on it beside me. We kissed and fondled one another, then she rolled onto her back and looked up at me. Her hair was fanned out around her radiant face and her eyes were half-closed. She reached up to me.

"Don't tease me anymore, Colin," she said.

My aunt's skin was soft and smooth as I ran my hands up her parted thighs and settled between them. My eyes moved down the thin strip of dark hair to her lips. They were parted slightly and glistened with her juice. I ran my finger up them, stopping to press on her clit. She clenched her jaw and moaned, then arched her back. I pressed harder, then slipped a finger inside her. She gave it a squeeze, then a harder one when I rubbed my thumb on her swollen clit.

"You're so wet," I said as I watched my shiny finger move in and out of her tight pussy.

"I have been all day," she said as she exhaled. 

As I was slowly lowering myself down on my aunt's inviting body I felt her tense and push up on my hips slightly. I froze and gave her an anxious look. She smiled to reassure me.

"Just so you know, I had my tubes tied a couple of years after Stephen and I got married. He didn't want kids and talked me into it; now I regret it. So... ah... fire away." She laughed at her lewd command, then pulled me lower by my shoulders.

When I felt the head of my cock slide between her tender folds I moaned. She did too and hooked her calves around my thighs. I held her shoulders and began a slow, steady rhythm, working my cock in and out of her. She had closed her eyes, but mine remained open. I wanted to see the look of ecstasy on her flushed face as we made love. Her breasts shook as I began to piston harder, working my cock deeper and harder into her.

"Oh god, Colin... that feels so good," she said in one breath. "Fuck your wicked aunt."

My full balls slapped against her with each thrust and I grabbed her shoulders harder, until my fingertips dug into them. Her chestnut nipples were long and thick, pointing up towards me. I bent down and pinched her left one between my teeth and gave it a gentle tug. She moaned louder and dug her fingernails into my back as she lifted up to meet my shaft.

"Harder, Colin... pound that thick cock in me," she cried out. "Jesus, I'm gonna..."

My aunt never finished her sentence before I felt her hot, wet pussy grip me tighter. I could feel a slight gush of juice coat my balls as she came. My turn was soon, but I kept thrusting -- harder and deeper until I could not hold back any longer. As my cum filled her dripping pussy I let out a throaty moan. I felt my whole body tense and I remained buried deep inside her until I was spent. After a minute I eased out of her and collapsed on the bed, breathing hard.

"I would have visited long ago if I had have known what a great lover you were," she said a few moments later.

I laughed, still breathing hard. "Thanks. I would have walked to Jersey for this," I told her.

Aunt Julia smiled and rolled over to lay across my chest. Her hair hung down, brushing over me and I could feel her hard nipples poking into my side. I kissed her and stroked her smooth back. My cock lay limp on my thigh, still wet with our juices. She reached down to give it a gentle stroke, then held my balls in her soft hand.

"So, when did you say your folks would be home?" she asked.

"Hours from now," I told her.

"Then let's make this a Christmas to remember," she replied.

It already was. But by the time I fell asleep that night I knew that it was probably just the first of several holidays that I would never forget, thanks to my loving Aunt Julia.



Blame It On The Mistletoe



It was Christmas morning and, like so many other families all around the world, the Ferguson's had risen early to meet it.

Still dressed in her bathrobe and carrying a steaming mug of coffee, Polly made her way slowly through the house as she tried to shake loose the cobwebs. Why was it that the older one got, the earlier morning seemed to come? She chose to take the long way around her suburban home to give herself as much time as possible to wake up, but still managed to reach the front room well before she was ready for it.

As she passed through the archway, the first thing that caught her eye was naturally the beautiful, if artificial, snow white tree with all of it's gleaming and flashing lights and skillfully arranged decorations standing amid a pool of gaudily wrapped packages. This was to be expected however as this spectacle had been purposely set up where it could dominate the room. 

However, the second thing she saw as she entered this room brought her to an immediate halt.

Her eighteen year old son Brendan was standing opposite her beneath the other archway that gave access to this room, his feet apart to brace himself and supporting himself with one hand on the wall. He had evidently been too eager to get down here this morning to even take the time to get dressed and so his lean frame was clad in nothing more than a pair of socks, some boxer shorts, and a T-shirt.

Her nineteen year old daughter Gwen was also over there, dressed in a pair of sweat pants and one of those tops that left the belly bare. She was kneeling on the carpet right in front of her little brother and had tugged down the front of his shorts to pull out his very erect cock. Holding his balls in one hand and gripping the shaft of his manhood in the other, she was sucking earnestly on the bulbous head.

And they were doing it right beside the sprig of mistletoe her husband had so thoughtfully hung up at the apex of that arch.

Polly let out a moan of exasperation, not worrying about whether or not her two children would hear it and realize that they had just gained an audience. It was not exactly news to her or her husband that their kids had entered into this kind of forbidden romance after all, nor did the two teens imagine that they were somehow managing to sneak around without their parent's noticing. It wasn't something anyone really talked about, but everyone knew what was going on.

When the couple didn't stop what they were doing even after realizing that Mom was there, Polly decided that she would need to speak up. 

"You know, kids, you're supposed to kiss under the mistletoe, not do . . . that."

Though he was breathing hard thanks to his sister's efforts, Brendan still managed to answer in a remarkably clear and even voice. "We did start off kissing, mom," he candidly admitted, using his free hand to brush some of his sister's long hair back out of her face, "but things started heating up pretty fast and our hands started to wander and I guess we got a little carried away."

Gwen took her brother's dick out of her mouth for a moment but he didn't get even a moment's respite as she then started jerking him off. Grinning at her mother, the young woman gave her side of the story. "I'm just giving Bren an extra little Christmas present, mom." Without waiting for a response, she popped him right back into her mouth and went back to work.

That had been the first time Polly had ever gotten a really good look at her son's manhood and she could see for herself that he was even bigger than her husband! She felt a twinge of jealousy over the fact that Gwen had access to that and she didn't, but then vigorously chided herself for that wicked thought.

If there was anything even worse than a girl having sex with her own brother, it was a woman who had sex with her own son!

"Well, why don't you take it back upstairs, kids? The living room really isn't the right place for that sort of thing," Polly told the young couple sternly, crossing her arms. Hearing someone approaching from behind her, she knew it could only be her husband and so she called out, "Honey? Come here and see what your children are doing in my living room!"

There was a chuckling as Owen came up behind her in his own robe, resting a hand on his wife's shoulder. "How come those two are my kids whenever they're in trouble, not ours anymore?" Just as soon as he got a good look at what the two teens were doing though, he let out a gasp. "What on earth do you two think you're doing?!"

Brendan couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that was a pretty stupid question all things considered. "Sorry about this, dad," he said, his hand now on the back of his sister's head as she continued to blow him. "We're almost done. Gwen's way too good at this for me to ever hold out too long." 

Taking a moment to make sure his legs would support him, the young man pushed himself off that wall so that he could bend forward to tug the front of the girl's shirt up. This revealed a set of pert, but not oversized breasts to everyone in the room and his nimble fingers went straight for the large nipples.

Owen had always thought that his little girl was growing up to be a real heartbreaker and the knowledge that she was into incest had fueled plenty of steamy fantasies for him. Of course, he did not imagine that he would ever end up having sex with her himself, but he had certainly rubbed his dick raw imagining it. 

Now, with his baby girl's firm young breasts being revealed to him for the first time in all of their glory, those fat nipples standing proudly erect, he couldn't help but stare and drool. Had his family noticed his awestruck expression, he might have tried to play it off as astonishment at his children's behavior this morning, but there was only one explanation that could be given to the big erection he was getting.

Except for the sound of Brendan's heavy breathing and heartfelt grunts and the slurping and sucking Gwen was doing on his meaty member, silence fell over the Ferguson's front room then. The teens were clearly not about to stop before they had finished what they were doing after all and their parents were becoming far too fascinated by the show to even consider turning and leaving them to it.

Even as her husband's dick was getting so hard that it actually ached, Polly realized that her cunt was lubricating as a fire ignited within her, quickly flaring up out of all control. Soon enough, the couple was breathing just as hard as their children, small moans escaping their lips. 

Brendan had claimed that it would not be much longer before he came, but to the two people observing the action with rapidly mounting excitement, it seemed to take forever. Time seemed to slow down to an inexorable crawl as these two normally reasonably responsible parents simply found themselves overwhelmed by the stimulus of their children's performance.

Without even realizing that he was doing it, Owen stepped sideways so that he was a little more behind his wife and standing even closer to her. Though her eyes never left the two teenagers, Polly was aware of her husband's approach and sagged back into him and let him wrap an arm loosely around her waist. 

With the heat in that room steadily rising though and driving good, common sense into hiding, it was not long at all before Owen's hand went upwards to claim one of his wife's big breasts.

Brendan let out a hoarse groan that announced to one and all that the end had come at last. A profound shudder coursed through his body as he shot a jet of hot cum down his big sister's throat, giving her so much at once that she just couldn't swallow it fast enough. By the time he was done spurting seed into her and had stumbled back a pace or two, Gwen's mouth and chin were thoroughly frosted.

To all three of the people watching her gather up the spillage with her fingers and lick it up, it looked as if Gwen really loved the taste of her brother.

Inasmuch as she was still pressed up against her husband, Polly was very aware of the fact that his cock was fully erect and she reached behind herself for it without looking - unwilling to take her eyes off the sexy scene in the living room. Somehow or other, her hand not only found it's way inside Owen's robe, but had soon dipped into his boxers to grab hold of him. 

By the time the two teens had recovered enough to look around and see how their parents were reacting to the lewd display they had just put on, it was to find him groping her breasts and her stroking his hard cock. Confronted with a sight like that, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that their show had found a very appreciative audience.

The two kids looked to each other again with matching grins.

"Wow," laughed Brendan. "Just look at the old folks go!"

Gwen had a gleam in her eye as she rose to her feet. "Perhaps this is the start of a whole new Christmas tradition for this family."

Polly caught what they were suggesting and was torn. 

On the one hand, she was a perfectly normal suburban housewife except for the fact that her children were lovers. The very idea of having sex with her husband right here in front of her children was just weird and shocking to her. People simply didn't do that sort of thing! On the other hand though, they were hardly anybody's idea of an ordinary family and the atmosphere in that living room right then was positively supercharged with sexual energy. It was hard to think of anything just then but how great it would be to get laid right now.

At a complete loss about what they should do, Polly turned to ask her husband for his opinion. She was met by a long, firm kiss full on the mouth that absolutely took her breath away. Whatever reservations she might have had, this made it quite clear that Owen had already made his mind up.

Polly barely had enough time to come to terms with what this meant before her hand had to be quickly yanked out of her husband's shorts. Owen scooped her up into his arms and walked her over to the nearest couch, dumping her onto it none too gently. By the time she had stopped bouncing on the thick cushions, he had already tossed off his robe and was now pulling off his boxers. The middle-aged woman just watched dumbly as her man undressed until his hard on sprang out into view, then hurriedly threw open her own robe to expose the bra and panties she had been wearing beneath. Those panties were torn off just in time, too.

Without hesitation, Owen threw himself onto his wife with an impassioned snarl and immediately guided his stiff member into her wet and very aroused cunt. She accepted his length into her depths with a strangled gasp, her arms snaking around his neck and her legs going around his waist. 

Without any more concern about the two teenagers who were watching them with wide eyes and amused expressions, husband and wife started fucking each other in earnest.

"Come on, Bren," Gwen said, bending over to haul off her sweat pants to show that she hadn't been wearing anything beneath it. "We don't want them to get too far ahead of us, do we?" 

Brendan was not a man who was used to refusing one of his sister's carnal requests and he was swift to close the distance between them again and take her into his arms. He didn't waste time with removing his shorts given that his wet dick was still hanging out and it took only a few moments of making out to make his manhood start rising to attention again.

It was the kind of near instantaneous resurrection that only a healthy young man in his prime could have performed. His father could have told him that it wouldn't last forever, though.

Gwen soon found herself pressed up against the wall right next to that mistletoe decorated arch, pinned there by her younger brother. One of her legs rose to drape itself around his waist and a moment later she was deeply impaled by Brendan's big dick. Her deep groan as she was filled up was echoed by his own.

He hesitated a moment then, stealing an intimate moment to gaze lovingly into her eyes as each of their bodies adjusted to the intrusion, but was soon ready to go to work. They started slowly, savoring the experience and making sure their footing was sound so that they would not take a tumble, but soon he was giving her the kind of feverish, frantic, all out fucking that would make it hard for her to walk normally.

While each couple was consumed with passion and naturally very focused on what they were doing, they still managed to be aware of the other two. Though none of the foursome were consciously aware that they were doing it, they were still careful to pace themselves so that when the big finish came, it would hit all of them at once.

The result was a spectacular success that left all concerned wet and exhausted, but exquisitely happy.

Fighting to catch his breath, Owen levered himself up and off of his wife with a grunt that showed his age. Leaning on the couch for some support, he looked across at the two kids who were even now getting themselves untangled. "Hey, Bren?" he called out to his son. "How would you like to trade?"

Having staggered a step or two away from his sister by now, Brendan looked over at the middle-aged woman who still lay sprawled on the couch with her legs spread wide and cum oozing out of her slit. Well aware of his scrutiny and thinking that she would really like to feel her boy's big dick plowing through her, Polly gave him a smile and opened the front catch of her bra so that her generous bosom spilled out into the open.

Once again, Brendan proved just how deep was the well of energy available to someone of his age. For the third time that morning, his cock began to stir to life.

"I would," he answered. "I would like to very much."

Gwen was a bit less enthused about the idea of swapping partners in all honesty, but when you came right down to it she had no objections. With a sly smile on her face, she motioned her father over to her. "So you want a piece of me, do you, Daddy? Well, come and get it."

Owen didn't hesitate for a moment to head across the room to her, eager to see if real-life could possibly be as good as all of those fantasies had been. He would not be so quick to come back to life as his son had been, but Gwen had a plan on how to get him good and hard once more and met him with a long, deep kiss before going down on her knees in front of him.

Her father's dick may have been liberally coated with his cum and her mother's juices, but Gwen did not hesitate for a moment to take him into her mouth.

In the meantime, Polly had urged her son close, raising herself up just a little when he reached her as she was dying to have a taste of her boy's dick. She found it seasoned in much the same way her husband's had been, but flavor was no more of a deterrent to her than it had been to her little girl. In fact, she seemed to really relish the combination of tastes that her two children had to offer. 

Even so, with him already as hard as a rock, what she really wanted was to have him in her cunt and she was not prepared to wait long for it.

Owen's little buddy was coming back to life by now under the skillful ministrations of his only daughter. She must have gotten in a hell of a lot of practice on her brother to be as good as she was at this, he reflected. It had been some time since he'd been able to get an erection so soon after an orgasm, but the inescapable knowledge of who was blowing him was helping raise him to full stand again.

When Gwen judged that it was time, she let him slip out of her mouth. Turning her back to him, she lowered her head to the floor and stuck her butt up into the air in a clear invitation to her father. 

Dropping down right behind her, he started to go for her wet twat, but then changed his mind.

"Daddy!" she squealed in surprise. "I've never been fucked in the ass before!"

"I've never done it before either, babe," he grunted as more and more of him disappeared into her. "I think it's about time we both got started though."

Across the room, things were also proceeding apace.

"Take me now, baby," said Polly to her son, looking up into his eyes with eyes that glowed with the light of lust. "I need you to fuck your mom good and hard!"

Brendan was not someone who would disobey his mother and so he moved to get up on top of her just as his father had been previously. She happily pulled him down, her arms going around his shoulders as she pressed kiss after hot kiss to his mouth. She buried her face in his neck though when she felt him penetrate her, sinking all the way in quite easily thanks to all the fluids that were already in her cunt, wanting to focus on the feeling of being filled up so completely by her son.

"Oh, man!" he groaned, sheathing himself in her right up to his balls. "This is so incredible! I never imagined for a moment that I might one day be able to do this."

"But you wanted to?" Polly sighed, sounding hopeful but a little surprised.

"Oh, yeah, mom. What guy wouldn't want to fuck a hot babe like you?"

Her cheeks colored at that and she gave him a grin. "Well this is it, honey. It's time for you to show your mommy just what you can do!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

No further words were spoken in the Ferguson's living room as a mother fucked her own son on the couch and a father screwed his daughter's ass just across the room. Voices were heard, but confined only to the most hoarse and guttural moans and cries of ecstatic pleasure. The slap of flesh banging together rapidly, the sloshing and sluicing of their interlocked body parts, and the creaking of an old couch that was not designed for this kind of abuse also joined the animalistic cacophony to create the unique music of lust.

It wouldn't take long for either couple to reach their climax and they once more worked to time their orgasms so that they would strike at the same time without even realizing it.

Brendan sounded almost as if he was in agony when he let out a howl, shooting a jumbo sized load of his seed deep into his own mother. Polly echoed him with a wail, crushing his body to her own with her arms and legs both. The middle-aged woman's twat was simply not designed to hold so much cum from two separate men and so it came leaking and spurting back out despite how snugly he might be filling her.

Owen had been merrily plowing his little girl's butt, marveling at how tight she was back there and at how different it felt compared to anything he had ever experienced before. She was having an especially good time with it, too, and was humping her butt back good and hard to meet his every thrust, one hand between her own legs to give herself a hard and vigorous finger-fucking. 

As he was overcome by his own massive climax and started pumping his cum into her, he immediately bent forward over the girl and reached around her to firmly grab hold of her breasts with both hands. She let out an ear-piercing squeal of pleasure as she too came, pushing herself back into him and working her cunt in such a way to make this orgasm last for as long as possible.

In the aftermath, completely drained of every last trace of their strength, the couple weakly toppled over onto their side under the arch, still intimately connected.

"That was so awesome!" Gwen sighed happily at length, laughing at the chorus of agreement that followed.

He couldn't prevent his softening dick from slipping out of his daughter's bottom, but Owen still held onto Gwen tightly. "Perhaps we should take this upstairs? We'd certainly be much more comfortable in a bed."

"No way!" Brendan said, lifting himself up and off of his mother, reluctantly leaving her warm embrace. "It's Christmas morning! What better place for a party like this could there be than right here at the foot of our Christmas tree?"

His mother agreed, pushing herself off the couch and crawling over to her hands and knees over to where her husband and daughter were still sprawled. "Bren's right. This is the one and only place in this entire house where a Christmas party should be taking place." 




Blame It On The Mistletoe



Seeing her mother coming, Gwen finally disengaged herself from her father and went to meet her. "Yeah, I'm with mom and Bren on this. I have the feeling we'll be doing a lot of this in the future anyway, so we'll probably end up doing this in just about every room of this house sooner or later. Today, let's keep it in here."

When the two women met in the middle of the room, they immediately latched onto each other and got settled into the classic sixty-nine position. While their men watched with wide eyes, rapidly growing aroused yet again, they went to work at gobbling the cum out of each other's boiling depths. It was the first time that either of the boys had ever gotten even the slightest hint that their women might be willing to do anything with other women and so their minds ran wild with all of the possibilities for fun that were now open to them.

Owen managed to tear his eyes away from the beautiful scene of lesbianism in front of him for just a moment to shoot a grateful look up at the sprig of mistletoe that had set all of these events into motion. 

"Thanks, buddy."