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Updated: November 29, 2014, 2014

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   Christmas With Dena

   I was in my first year of college that Christmas.  First semester was
winding down and everything was looking up.  My GPA was going to come in at
3.75.  I was competing for a spot as a starter on the wrestling team,
although it was becoming apparent I wouldn't be starting that season.  My
social life was filling with new friends and very generous young ladies.  I
had been able to get back home a couple of times, most recently for
Thanksgiving.  Dena and I had been able to steal a few hours away from
everyone else and enjoyed each other very much.  We had been able to video
chat every now and then and, when we did, we usually ended up masturbating
together.  I always made sure to record those chats, in case of an
emergency!

   When I made it home, I always looked in on my girls on the street.  Judy
was turning thirteen and nine year-old Kayley was becoming more adorable
than I thought possible.  Some changes were at home.  My sister, Lily, got
my room for herself; Dena moved into Jimmy's room; and Jimmy moved into
Dena's and Lily's large bedroom in the back of the house.  It was set up so
that my bed and dresser were also moved in there, for when I was in town.
Everyone was happy having their own rooms and Jimmy was pleased to host me
on my visits.

   The family had come to school for Parent Weekend.  Jimmy and I had loads
of fun together.  I was surprised how much I missed him.  Dena was allowed
to visit by herself on homecoming weekend and we made the very best of the
situation.

   Dena was in eleventh grade, during my first year at school, and had
matured to levels that made her not just a little sister, but also a real
friend.  She had grown two inches without putting on any weight.  With her
natural Black-Irish beauty, long flowing black hair, and a toned, fit, five
foot six athlete's body, she had become one of the most beautiful women in
the world, according to this proud older brother.  She was excelling both
in sports and in academics.  There was a possibility she would be enrolling
in college, while still in her senior year and, thereby, being able to
complete college-level academics while finishing her high school diploma.
One thing about Dena had never changed: the taste of her pussy!  To this
day, it tastes like nothing else I have ever encountered.  My addiction to
eating my sister turned us into quite the oral sex aficionados!

   God, I love that girl!

   Shortly after Thanksgiving it became apparent I was not going to be
starting for my collegiate wrestling team.  Coach assured me my time would
come, to keep my head up and be proud I was a member of an elite team of
athletes.  I decided to stay on campus to continue practicing until just
before Christmas.  My folks weren't too happy with my decision; but, they
understood my choice.  The semester ended Friday, December 7th, and my plan
was to stay on campus until Monday, December 24th, the last day of practice
before break.  On Monday the 17th, Dena called and asked if I could come
home earlier.

   Dena had been rather straightforward at first.  She said that mom, dad
and the kids were going to visit our Uncle Larry in Pennsylvania on Friday,
Saturday and Sunday.  They wanted Dena to join them and not stay home
alone. She came up with a plan, and they agreed, that she could stay home
if she could arrange for me to come home early.  Quietly she told me that
we would have two whole days to ourselves.  I was convinced!  I would head
home Thursday.  Coach was already impressed that I stayed in town for
practice and told me I could head home whenever I wanted.

   Surprisingly, Dena told me not to arrive until Friday, after the folks
had left, and to make sure I didn't show up until eight that night.

   I asked her why, and she described her plan to me.  There had been a
coffee commercial playing on TV about an older brother returning home for
Christmas from Africa; who was met early in the morning at the door by his
sister.  As the commercial unfolds, the two of them show great affection
while marveling over freshly brewed coffee, and then it ends.  She and her
friends had been calling it "The Cup of Incest Commercial," which got Dena
to thinking.

   God, I love that girl!

   I've seen the commercial and knew exactly what she was talking about. 
Hell, all of us in the dorm had been commenting on how any of us would be
more than happy to tap that little TV sister.

   I was pulling into town and a light snow began to fall.  I was a bit
early and decided to wait out front until the appointed time of eight
o'clock.  As I sat in the car, I was pleased with how peaceful and pretty
our block looked.  As usual, there were plenty of Christmas lights and
decorations.  The darkness of the night, the falling snow, and the
decorations turned our old street into a Norman Rockwell vista.  The beauty
of the scene only underscored the events that were going to take place in
one of these houses.  I wondered what other depravities were occurring on
this pretty street tonight.  Finally, it was eight pm.

  
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   I make my way up the walk to the front door.  I'm wearing a winter coat
and have my duffle bag slung over my shoulder.  The door is locked.  I ring
the bell.  I notice the curtains move and see Dena peek out.  She opens the
door wearing a simple gray baseball shirt with red sleeves and grey sweat
pants.  Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail.  She is wearing no
discernible make up and she looks like `the girl-next-door.' To me, she is
stunning in her simplicity.

   I look at her, then up to the house number over the door, then back at
her as if I don't recognize her.  I say, "I must have the wrong house."

   In character, smiling, she points at herself and says, "Sister?" as if I
don't recognize her.

   We smile, laugh, then she jumps into my arms, tightly hugs me, and
sweetly says, "Oh, I missed you so much."

   She takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen.  I remove my coat and she
says, "They waited all day for you, you know."

   I sigh and say, "It's a long way from West Ohio." I walk to the coffee
pot, lean over and inhale the aroma and say, "Ooooh, real coffee." I take
the pot, grab the mug on the counter and stand in front of her pouring
myself some steaming Joe as she perches on the kitchen island.  After
taking a sip, I set the mug down and reach into my duffle bag, pull out a
wrapped package with a bow on top and say, "I brought you something from
far away."

   She quietly says, "You did?" takes the package, drops her eyes, looks at
it as she turns it around in her hands, and says, "Ooh." She removes the
bow, pauses, and sticks it on my belt buckle.

   Smiling, I look at her and say, "What ya doing?"

   She smiles back and says, "You're my present." We both fall silent, we
half smile and stare into each other's eyes.  She places her hands on
either side of her butt and edges ever so slightly forward.

   I step towards her and move that so I'm standing right in front of her,
between her legs.  I reach around the small of her back and pull her in
close to me.  Dena reaches around my neck and presses fully against me.  We
stare into each other's eyes for a moment and then our lips join.  Our kiss
is deep and passionate.  We haven't had time together in a while and a lot
of pent up lust is boiling beneath the surface.  Dena is kissing me with
great abandon; she pulls me tighter, starting to move her legs up and
around my ass.  I start a dry hump into her as she presses tighter.

   Without warning, she breaks completely away.  She pops down off the
counter and pushes me backwards against the kitchen wall.  She lunges back
at me and our mouths meet in a wonton display of French kissing.  She is
really worked up; her body is gyrating and pressing up against me.  Her
right leg hooks up to my hip and she starts to dry hump my left thigh.  All
the time she is making quiet, throaty sounds of passion.  My hands are
floating up and down her back, cupping her ass whenever possible.  I
eventually place my hands on her hips and push her back just a bit so we
are looking face-to-face.

   Speaking volumes with her eyes, but not making a sound, Dena moves the
ribbon to my shirt, unbuckles my belt, undoes my pants, and pulls them down
with my boxers.  She grabs my coat from the counter, lays it at her feet,
and kneels on it, with her face even with my stiffening dick.

   "Dena, I thought that maybe we ...."

   "Be quiet, big brother, I know what I want for my present, and I'm going
to have it!" With that, she takes me into her mouth.

   I catch on; she's still playing the commercial!  "Oh sis, that feels so
good.  They don't have anything like you in West Ohio.  I've travelled so
far ...  I never thought ..."

   Holding my dick in her hand, she pulls back and looks up at me, "What
big bro?  You didn't think little sis would make your return special?" She
sucks me in for three real intense pulls, looks back up, and says, "I've
dreamed of having you right where I've got you ...  in my mouth!" She
returns to work, but this time she is intent on only one thing, and I've
been horny for two days.  It won't take long.

   I lean back on the wall and look down.  Her eyes are locked onto mine;
she's doing things to my dick I've never felt before and she is watching me
intently.  My hands are riding her head as she starts to suck me faster and
faster.  I notice that she is moving around a lot, I can see that her right
hand is buried deep in her sweat pants and she is quickly rubbing her
pussy. I reach down pull her right hand up; she understands and reaches for
my mouth.  There it is!  The taste I live for!  Dena's juices are on her
fingers and, now, her fingers are in my mouth.

   She pulls off, looks up at me while continuing to stroke my dick with
her left hand and out of character, says with a throaty voice, "Micky, I
love your dick, there is no other like it.  I especially love the taste of
your cum ...  are you gonna cum for me, big brother?" She moves upward a
bit and this time when she sucks me in, she goes all the way!  I feel her
swallowing the head of my dick!  Dena's face is pressed up against me as
she deep throats my dick!  She delivers three good sucks and then slides
back off my dick.  She gasps for air, swallows and open-mouthed, repeats
the demonstration of her new talent.  The feeling is awesome!  The sight of
my beautiful sister taking me fully down her throat is exquisite.  She has
once again taken me completely by surprise.  I'm starting to feel a bit
weak in the knees.

   She pulls back after her fourth deep throat, looks up at me and says, "I
need you to cum in my mouth ...  I need to taste you, big brother."

   Before she can move, I grab her by the head, push her back to my dick
and say, "Then shut the fuck up little sis ...  suck it out of me!"

   I'm ready to explode!  Her hand is back in her sweats as her entire body
is the world's most beautiful blow job machine.  My head rolls back, I
place one hand on top her head and cut loose.  With a loud "Aaaaah" I
unload in her mouth.  I can hear her as she works to gather up every last
drop.  I glance down and she is arched under my dick milking every last bit
from me.  Her eyes look away from my dick and up at me.  She closes her
mouth, swirls my deposit around and slowly, with three gulps swallows
everything.

   I think I might just slide down the wall and take a moment to recover
but she won't let me.  She wraps her arms around my legs and presses her
face against my dick, balls, and pubes.  She is inhaling deeply as if
smelling fresh cut flowers.  My lord!  I'm starting to get hard again!

   I reach down and lift her to her feet.  She leans back, looks down and
starts to laugh.  Somehow, through all of this, that little fucking bow is
still attached to my shirt!  She removes it, steps to the counter, picks up
the gift I brought and returns the ribbon to its rightful place.

   I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.  She leans back
into me and I start kissing around her neck.  Her neck is even more
beautiful with her hair up in the ponytail.  Loose strands flow down and
around her nape.  Her aroma is of lilacs; she must have luxuriated in the
bath today.  She is sexy, sensual, beautiful, clean, and fresh.

   I start to let my hands roam from her stomach to her chest.  Oddly, I
know she's wearing a bra but nothing is covering her nipples.  As a matter
of fact, I believe she is wearing a half bra.  I start to reach down to
pull her shirt off but she grabs my hands and puts them back on her tits.
She sinks backward into me and I cup and fondle her firm tits.  I squeeze
her nipples until they proudly stand at attention.

   I wrap my right arm around her waist and walk her to the dining room
entrance; I release her and pick up my winter coat from the floor.  I walk
past her into the dining room to my dad's place at the head of the table. I
pull the chair back and clear off the area on the table.  I open my coat
and lay it down on the table, making a sort of bed for Dena.

   Dena is watching me and, with a smile, she walks towards me and asks,
"Is my big brother hungry after his long journey home?" She reaches around
my neck and pulls herself in tightly for a deep kiss.  We break our kiss;
Dena reaches behind her head and frees her hair from the ponytail.  She
fluffs her shiny, black hair out, bends over and, with a quick upward
motion, gracefully flips it back over her head.  She looks absolutely
amazing!

   This time she doesn't stop me as I lift her shirt.  With a grin, she
lifts her arms for me, I lift her shirt and I'm presented with a sight that
excites and mesmerizes me.  She has on a light blue bra with half cups. 
Her tits are held in position, her nipples firm and erect, as if she is
delivering them up on a platter for me.  The shirt now quickly comes off. I
place it on my coat.

   I put my hands on the small of her back and start suckling on her tits.
Back and forth, I move between these two mammalian pastries.  She arches
her back and wraps her arms around my head, running her fingers through my
hair; directing my mouth to wherever the most attention is needed.  She is
slowly writhing into me as my hands start to journey downward to that
glorious ass.

   I break free and slide my hands inside the waistband of her sweats.  I
hook them with my thumbs, slowly pull them downward and off.  I am treated
to matching light blue panties; they are high cut and encase her pussy in a
delightful sheer wrap.  Visible, down at the bottom of her crotch, is a
prominent wet spot.  The rear part encases most of her ass.  I am
dumbstruck when the totality, the gestalt, if you will, of the captivating
sensuality of my little sister arrives like a freight train.

   I gather my wits, remove my own shirt, grab her discarded items and
bundle them up to make a makeshift cushions for her head and ass on the
table.  She leans back against the table as I sit in my dad's dining room
chair and slide it forward.  Dena moves towards me and I slide her panties
down, exposing her pouty, pink muffin in all its glory.  She lifts her left
leg up and over my shoulder.  My right hand rises and cups her ass while at
the same time assisting her with balance.  With her thigh resting on my
shoulder; she takes my head and directs it towards her pussy as I am
pulling her towards me.  We meet and, for all intents and purposes, she is
sitting right on my mouth, clearing the way for my mouth and tongue.

   I struggle to keep up with her.  She is riding my mouth like it's some
sort of sex toy.  I move with her, trying to build a regular rhythm, and
soon enough, we are in synch with other.  She pushes into me with enough
force to sit me back in the chair.  In this position, I am looking right up
at her as I eat the most wonderful pussy in the world.  She is leaning in
on me, getting more and more worked up.

   I raise both my hands up along her back and lift.  She disengages from
me with a startled look.  I have her in the air and gently place her down
on the dining room table where the clothes make a soft bed for her.  I sit
down in dad's chair and take a moment to gaze upon the wonder in front of
me.  With an arched back; she lifts her knees and spreads wide for me on
the table.  She is rolling her hips at me inviting, no, demanding that I
engage.  I pull the coat towards me bringing her closer.  I turn my
shoulders as her legs start to wrap around me.  I lift my left arm up and
over her thigh and trap it under my arm.  I reach under her left leg, hook
and lift it so that she is partially rolled onto her right side.  (For
those of you have ever wrestled, an over and under hook.) This puts her
pussy right where I want it.

   I love to kiss a horizontal pussy, and I waste no time.  First, some
standard kisses and sucks.  Dena responds with undulating hips and quiet
mews.  Second, the French kissing commences with my tongue moving from
right to left deep within her slit.  Dena tries to shift to her back, but I
have control with my arm hooks and keep her in place.  Third, I attack her
clit, sucking, nipping, and tonguing her button.  She is writhing with
great energy and I'm struggling to keep her in place.  Although I have her
bottom locked, she is moving side to side quite vigorously.  Keep in mind;
she is an outstanding athlete with great amounts of hidden strength.

   Just as I sense that she is about to cum, I release her left leg, bring
my hand around to her pussy and drive two fingers deep into her cunt.  This
causes her to straighten out and call my name.  Quickly, I begin to finger
fuck her and suck her clit.  She is almost completely tensed and straight.
All I hear are her repeated calls of "Miiike!  Miike!  Miiike!"

   To put the finishing touch on this cunnilingual endeavor, I place the
pads of both my fingers against the topside wall of her cunt.  The result
is the sensation that her clit is being stimulated from the inside as well
as the outside.  The results are what I hope for.  Dena is climaxing like I
have never seen before!  She has stopped calling my name and is now
emitting deep-throated grunts, while involuntary pelvic jerks are shaking
her free from me.  I hang onto her and watch the show.  Her face is
tightened into an expression of concentrated ecstasy.

   I caress, kiss and whisper sweet nothings to her as she comes down from
her exertions.  Dena looks down at me and I am once again amazed at her
beauty and sexuality.  She moves to her back, places her legs under my arms
and starts to slide towards me.  I sit back in the chair and take her hands
to guide her to me.  She winds up on my lap with her legs up and over the
chair's armrests and her arms around my neck.  Without a word, staring into
my eyes, she pulls herself closer and then lifts herself directly onto my
now engorged cock.  With her eyes half closed, she pulls up and closer
until she locates the head of my cock with her pussy.  She leans in for a
deep kiss and engulfs my cock with her hot, wet pussy.  Effortlessly, she
takes every inch until we are fully joined.  Our arms lock tightly and our
tongues engage in a sensuous dance.  I am locked tightly inside her.

   Dena starts a slow rolling of her hips and, before she can get any
further, I whisper in her ear, "Let's go upstairs, I want you in my bed."

   She throatily whispers back, "No, big brother, we'll use my bed
tonight."

   I lift her off me; we gather our clothes and head upstairs.  Dena makes
sure to grab the package with the bow before leading me up the stairs.  My
view is wonderful; her long shapely legs, rising to a perfect ass, and an
ideal view of her juicy, red pussy, plainly visible to me due to the
perfect gap between her thighs.  She stops as we get to her bedroom and
says, "You go on in, I need to make a quick stop in the bathroom."

   As I enter her room, I now believe I'm in the wrong house.  Her
teenybopper room has evolved into the classy residence of a young lady. 
There are some of her favorite stuffed animals spread around the room.  Her
most important athletic awards are stylishly displayed above her desk.  A
curio cabinet displaying blown glass pieces and other knick-knacks has been
added.  She has also added some classic advertising posters of jazz and
rock concerts to the walls.  Her bed looks soft, inviting and has just
enough pink to identify it as a real girl's room.

   Dena enters the room, places the package on the desk, turns to me and
says, "Carry me to my bed."

   I reach around her with an arm, lean down, and lift her as I sweep my
other arm behind her knees; she wraps her arms around my neck and lays her
head against my chest.  As I walk to her bed with her in my arms, she looks
up at me with beautiful eyes and says, "Please be gentle with me big
brother, this is my first time."

   I can't explain why, but it works for me!  I feel ready to bust a nut,
right then and there.  I say nothing.  I lie her gently down on the bed and
place myself on top of her.  I kiss her lips and place soft kisses around
her face.  Her breathing deepens as I work my legs between her legs.  She
spreads for me and I locate her hot moistness with the head of my cock.  I
place all my weight on her, and using only my hips, start to enter my
sister's hot pussy.  I deliberately take it slow, so I can feel every
deepening thrust of my cock into her.  She appears to be enjoying my effort
at going slow.  She responds in kind, as she feels herself being slowly
filled.

   Once all the way inside, I start a gentle rhythmic stroking of her pussy
from the inside out.  I find my pace, and it is erotic and sensual.  Dena
joins in and moves with the gracefulness of a cat on the prowl.  Our lips
are touching, but not touching.  I seek her lips and when I find them, she
stays in contact for a second and then moves away.  When her lips seek
mine, I kiss and pull on one of her lips, never giving a full kiss.  We
move in this dance as we engage in slow carnal intercourse.  Dena gently
rolls sideways until she is on top.  She rises up, continues our rhythm as
her hands run up and down her body.  Her hair is falling forward, partially
obscuring the view of her face.  She slowly bends down to me until we are
face to face with her cascading tresses closing us off from the rest of the
world.

   Dena speaks, "I love us, Mike; what we share, what we mean to each
other. I never feel like I do as when we're together."

   I reply, "Dena, you're the world to me.  You are the only one who can
reach inside of me and caress my heart."

   We gaze into each other's eyes and come together in a full kiss.  Dena
can't hold back any longer, her hips start moving faster as she takes me
with greater urgency.  My eyes are shut, for a moment, as the sensations of
Dena sweep through my body.  When I open them, she is hovering above me
staring right at me.  I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.  As I
start to roll her on her back, she quietly, but passionately, orders me,
"Now Mike ...  now! ...  Show me your love!"

   I have one arm under her head and, with the other, I lift myself off of
her enough to look down at my little sister as she enters into her orgasmic
throes.  She never stops looking at me, even when the waves of pleasure
coursing through her body cause her to breathlessly moan, "Aaaaah." She
never once averts her eyes from mine.

   Her legs and hips are working in unison with my thrusts, propelling me
deeper and deeper inside of her.  When she starts to climax, her legs
tighten around my waist, but she can't stop me.  I am too far gone.  For
the first time in my life, I call out my partner's name when I climax. 
Over and over again I repeat, "Oh my God, Dena!  Oh my God, Dena!" as
almost painful waves course through my body and hotly take form, as my
semen shoots into her.  Finally spent, I collapse onto my little sister and
hold her tight.  I pump into her until I have no more hardness to move.  I
try as hard as I can to stay in her; but eventually, basic biology takes
over and together we uncouple.  We lay next to each other; each silently
catching our breath, considering the intensity of what just happened.

   Dena curls into my side and I hold her tight with one arm and reach
across my body to hold the arm she has stretched across my chest.  After an
eternity, that felt like a second, she says, "I'll be right back." She
slides off the bed and out of the room to the bathroom.  As she is
returning, I take my leave for a bathroom run.  When I return, she is
sitting up in bed holding the package I brought her.  She looks up at me
and asks, "Shall I open my gift now?"

   Standing next to the bed, I take the package, put it on the night table
and reply, "Not now, maybe later.  Right now I just want us to be here
together." I turn off the light and open the curtains of her window.  The
light from the streetlights casts a soft glow into the room and snowflakes
are slowly falling.  I crawl back into bed with Dena, take her under my arm
and we lay side-by-side watching the falling snow.  I don't remember a time
when I have ever felt so content.

   Dena is curled up next to me with her head resting on the side of my
chest and her hand gently caressing my stomach.  She straightens a bit and
turns to look at me.  "Mike, earlier, on the table, you did something with
your fingers and tongue that drove me wild.  I've never felt anything like
that before.  Where did that come from?"

   "I got lucky a few weeks ago and one of the senior girls decided to hook
up with me."

   "Oh, some senior skank, huh?"

   "Now, Dena, play nice.  She's quite cool and very nice.  A biology major
too!  Anyway, we had a real good time.  She explained some things to me
about the female anatomy and the position of nerve endings that can only be
manipulated from the inside.  She called it her G-spot.  We practiced until
I got it right.  I take it you liked it?"

   "Oh, I would say so.  Good lord that was awesome!"

   "As long as we're sharing, tell me something."

   "OK, Mike, what is it?"

   "A couple of things.  Where in the world did the deep throat come from?
And, a few times, you made it sound like you're getting a fair amount of
experience."

   "Mike, you've got to promise ..."

   I cut her off and said, "Dena, I promise not to kill anyone.  Man, would
you give me some credit?"

   "Alright, well you know I popped Charlie's cherry and, my god, it was
awesome!  I decided to hang with this real cool band kid, Christian; he
turned out to be a needle-dick and came way too early.  My reputation is
safe at school because Charlie is a gentleman and Mr.  Cool is too
embarrassed to say anything."

   "OK, but you haven't answered me."

   "Promise me you'll listen, and trust my judgment?"

   I lean toward her, give her my full attention and say, "Dena, I love and
respect you.  I'll back you up no matter what."

   She pauses, unsure if she should continue, and then says, "Just hear me
through ...  late last year I started hanging around Mr.  Taylor down the
street."

   I sit up, "Mr.  Taylor?  Our neighbor?  The financial expert guy?  I
don't get it, how did ...  well ...  go ahead."

   "So, you know Mrs.  Taylor passed away last year.  They've both been so
good to all of us.  Mom suggested I come with her when she took Mr.  Taylor
a casserole.  He was so grateful, and sad.  Well ...  I began to stop in to
see how he was doing and we would talk.  He told me he really enjoyed my
visits and thought I was very kind taking time to check in on him.  I know
the age difference is great ...  well ...  one thing led to another and
over time we've become very close.  I pushed him.  I pursued him, and did
everything I could to seduce him.  Eventually he gave in.  Mike, it's been
wonderful!  He's kind, gentle, and very experienced.  He's made me mature
faster than I could ever have imagined.  Anyway, that's where the
deep-throat thing came from.  You asked!"

   I need a moment to wrap my head around this tidbit.  The Taylors were
close to our parents; they were almost like another set of parents, or
grandparents actually.  Mr.  Taylor is my dad's financial planner and dad
thinks the world of him.  Upon further consideration, I can't find any
fault with Dena being with him.  I say, "Dena, he's a great guy, if you
find him attractive and he treats you right; well, more power to the both
of you.  You're not going to run away with him or anything, are you?"

   "No, he is planning to retire and move to South Carolina where his
brother lives.  They're both widowers and plan on having what he calls,
`active retirements.' I'm really going to miss him."

   I pull her in, give her a kiss good night and say, "Let's get some
sleep."

   Dena cuddles up, and then she repositions herself so she's on my chest
looking me in the face, "One more thing, Micky."

   I look at her and raise my eyebrows.

   "It's about Lily."

   My mind is now firing on all cylinders, "What about Lily?"

   "She misses you, Mike.  You're her big brother and you ignore her.  She
notices.  She thinks you don't like her.  She told me that you probably
don't like her because she isn't athletic and anything like me."

   "Christ, Dena!  I don't hate her.  I love Lily ...  it's just that ..."
Dena cuts me off.

   "Are you afraid of her?  You know, do you think that maybe you'll ..." I
cut her off.

   "Not afraid; but, Christ Dena, she's gorgeous!  She's a perfect
girly-girl and hotter than hell.  I ...  I guess you may be right ...  I
might be afraid, but not of her."

   "You're afraid of yourself, right?  I thought so!  Micky, she loves you
and you're pushing her away.  Don't think of her as anything but your
little sister.  Hell, when you come right down to it, I came on to you. 
You might have wanted to, but you wouldn't have done anything if I hadn't
wanted you to."

   "Maybe you're right; it all makes me nervous though.  I'll try and be a
true big brother for her.  You'll have to help me do some shopping for
her."

   "I knew you would understand ...  and hell," (now with a shit-eating
smile on her face,) "if she wants you to take her cherry, that's her call!"

   I pull her back in to me and say, "Fuck you, Dena."

   She snuggles closer, lifts a leg over me and says, "Fuck you too,
Micky."

   God, I love that girl!

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   I awoke and Dena was not in bed.  I could smell coffee.  I got dressed
to go for a run and headed downstairs.  Dena was in the kitchen having a
cup of coffee and looking over the morning paper.  I gave her a kiss and
headed toward the door.  She called after me and said not to be too long,
she had another surprise for me when I got back.

   My runs usually take about an hour.  When I turned down our street, I
noticed that Dena's friend Kim had her car in our driveway.  I trotted up
the drive to the kitchen door and came inside.  I poured a cup of coffee
and took a moment to collect my thoughts.

   I could hear the girls in the living room.  I couldn't wait any longer
and walked to the living room.  The two of them stopped talking as I
entered the room.  They were sitting on the carpet in front of the
Christmas tree; dressed in matching sheer, red, white trimmed teddies with
matching panties.  They both wore red, thigh-high stockings.  I sat down in
the wing chair just inside the entry.

   Kim stood and moved towards me with Dena following closely behind.  As
much as Dena is an exotic beauty, Kim is every male's wet dream come true.

   Kim stopped, right in front of me, leaned forward, gave me a kiss, and
said, "Merry Christmas Mike."