Story Codes: M/f, incest Updated: July, 2019
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!!!WARNING!!!!
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(Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance)
Christmas With Dena
A Note
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 made 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 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 academics. There was a possibility she would be enrolling in college for her senior year and completing college-level academics while finishing her high school diploma. One thing about her 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 seventh, and my plan was to stay on campus until Monday, December twenty-fourth, the last day of practice before break. On Monday the seventeenth, Dena called and asked if I could come home earlier.
Dena had been rather straight forward at first. She said that mom, dad, Jimmy, and Lily 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 West Africa; who is 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.
(Note: A fandom has been created around the commercial. If you've never seen it, here is a link
God, I love that girl!
I had 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. It was eight pm.
Christmas With Dena
I made my way up the walk to the front door. I was wearing a winter coat and had my duffle bag slung over my shoulder. The door was locked. Regardless, I rang the bell. I noticed the curtains move and saw Dena peek out. She opened the door wearing a simple gray baseball shirt with red sleeves and grey sweat pants. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing no discernible make up and she looked like 'the girl-next-door.' To me, she has always been stunning in her simplicity.
I looked at her, then up to the house number over the door, then back at her as if I didn't recognize her. I said, "I must have the wrong house."
In character, smiling, she pointed at herself and said, "Sister?" as if I didn't recognize her.
We smiled, laughed, then she jumped into my arms, tightly hugged me, and sweetly said, "Oh, I missed you so much."
She took my hand and led me to the kitchen. I removed my coat and she said, "They waited all day for you, you know."
I sighed and said, "It's a long way from West Ohio." I walked to the coffee pot, leaned over it, inhaled the aroma and said, "Ooooh, real coffee." I took the pot, grabbed the mug on the counter and stood in front of her pouring myself a cup of steaming Joe as she perched herself on the kitchen island. After taking a sip, I set the mug down and reached into my duffle bag, pulled out a wrapped package with a bow on top and said, "I brought you something from far away."
She quietly said, "You did?" took the package, dropped her eyes, looked at it as she turned it around in her hands, and said, "Ooh." She removed the bow, paused, and stuck it on my belt buckle.
Smiling, I looked at her and said, "What ya doing?"
She smiled back and said, "You're my present." We both fell silent, we half smiled and stared into each other's eyes. She is so fucking beautiful! I can't believe how lucky I've been! She placed her hands on either side of her butt and edged ever so slightly forward.
I stepped towards her and moved so I was standing right in front of her, between her legs. I reached around the small of her back and pulled her in close to me. Dena wrapped her arms up around my neck and pressed fully against me. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then our lips joined. Our kiss was deep and passionate. We haven't had time together in a while and a lot of pent up lust was boiling beneath the surface. Dena was kissing me with great abandon; she pulled me tighter, starting to move her legs up and around my ass. I started a dry hump into her as she pressed tighter.
Without warning she broke completely away. She popped down off the counter and pushed me backwards against the kitchen wall. She lunged back at me and our mouths met in a wonton display of French kissing. She was really worked up; her body was gyrating and pressing up against me. Her right leg hooked up to my hip and she started to dry hump my left thigh. All the time she was making quiet, throaty sounds of passion. My hands were floating up and down her back, cupping her ass whenever possible. I eventually placed my hands on her hips and pushed her back just a bit so we were looking face-to-face.
Speaking volumes with eyes but not making a sound; she moved the ribbon to my shirt, unbuckled my belt, undid my pants, and pulled them down with my boxers. She grabbed my coat from the counter, put it at her feet and knelt 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 took me into her mouth.
I caught on; she was 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 pulled back, looked up at me, and said, "What big bro? You didn't think little sis would make your return special?" She sucked me in for three real intense pulls, looked back up, and said, "I've dreamed of having you right where I've got you … in my mouth!" She returned to work, but this time she was intent on only one thing, and I had been horny for two days. I knew it wouldn't take long.
I leaned back against the wall and looked down. Her eyes were locked onto mine; she was doing things to my dick I've never felt before and she was watching me intently. My hands were riding her head as she started to suck me faster and faster. I noticed that she was moving around a lot, I saw that her right hand was buried deep in her sweat pants and she was quickly rubbing her pussy. I reached down, and pulled her right hand up. She understood and reached for my mouth. There it is! The taste I live for! Dena's juices were on her fingers and, her fingers were now in my mouth.
She pulled off, looked up at me while stroking my dick with her left hand and out of character, said 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 moved upward a bit and this time when she sucked me in, she went all the way! I felt her swallow the head of my dick! Dena's face was pressed up against me as she deep throated my dick! She delivered three good sucks and then slid back off my dick. She gasped for air, swallowed and open-mouthed, repeated the demonstration of her new talent. The feeling was awesome! The sight of my beautiful sister taking me fully down her throat was exquisite. She had once again taken me completely by surprise. I was starting to feel a bit weak in the knees.
She pulled back after her fourth deep throat, looked up at me and said, "I need you to cum in my mouth … I need to taste you, big brother."
Before she could move I grabbed her by the head, pushed her back to my dick and said, "Then shut the fuck up little sis … suck it out of me!"
I was ready to explode, her hand was back in her sweats, her entire body was the world's most beautiful blow job machine. My head rolled back, I placed one hand on top of her head and cut loose. With a loud "Aaaaah" I unloaded in her mouth. I could hear her as she worked to gather up every last drop. I glanced down and she was arched under my dick, milking every last bit from me. Her eyes looked away from my dick and up at me. She closed her mouth, swirled my deposit around and slowly, with three gulps swallowed everything.
I thought I would just slide down the wall and take a moment to recover but she wouldn't let me. She wrapped her arms around my legs and pressed her face against my dick, balls, and pubes. She was inhaling deeply as if smelling fresh cut flowers. My lord, I wa starting to get hard again!
I reached down and lifted her to her feet. She leaned back, looked down and started to laugh. Somehow through all of this, that little fucking bow was still attached to my shirt! She removed it, stepped to the counter, picked up the gift I brought and returned the ribbon to its rightful place.
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She leaned back into me and I started kissing around her neck. Her neck is even more beautiful with her hair up in a pony tail. Loose strands flowed down and around. Her aroma was of lilacs, she must have luxuriated in the bath today. She was sexy, sensual, beautiful, clean, and fresh.
I started to let my hands roam from her stomach to her chest. Oddly, I knew she was wearing a bra but nothing was covering her nipples. As a matter of fact, she was wearing a half bra. I started to reach down to pull her shirt off but she grabbed my hands and put them back on her tits. She sunk backward into me as I cupped and fondled her firm tits. I squeezed her nipples until they proudly stood at attention.
I wrapped my right arm around her waist and walked her to the dining room entrance; I released her and picked up my winter coat from the floor. I walked past her into the unlit dining room to my dad's place at the head of the table. I pulled the chair back and cleared off the area on the table. I opened my coat and laid it down on the table, making a sort of bed for Dena.
Dena was watching me; with a smile she walked towards me and asked, "Is my big brother hungry after his long journey home?" She reached around my neck and pulled herself in tightly for a deep kiss. We broke our kiss; Dena reached behind her head and freed her hair from the pony tail. She fluffed her shiny black hair out, bent over and, with a quick upward motion, gracefully flipped it back over her head. She looked absolutely amazing!
This time she didn't stop me as I lifted her shirt. With a grin she lifted her arms for me, I lifted her shirt and was presented with a sight that excited and mesmerized me. She had on a light blue bra with half cups. Her tits were held in position, her nipples firm and erect, as if she was delivering them up on a platter for me. The shirt now quickly came off. I placed it on my coat.
I put my hands on the small of her back and started suckling on her tits. Back and forth I moved between those two mammalian pastries. She arched her back and wrapped her arms around my head, running her fingers through my hair; directing my mouth to where ever the most attention was needed. She was slowly writhing into me as my hands started to journey downward to her glorious ass.
I broke free and slid my hands inside the waistband of her sweats. I hooked them with my thumbs and slowly pulled them downward and off. I was treated to matching light blue panties; they were high cut and encased her pussy in a delightful sheer wrap. Visible down at the bottom of her crotch was a prominent wet spot. The rear part encased most of her ass. I was dumbstruck when the totality, the gestalt if you will, of the captivating sensuality of my little sister arrived like a freight train.
I gathered my wits, removed my own shirt, grabbed her discarded items and bundled them up to make makeshift cushions for her head and ass on the table. She leaned back against the table as I sat in my dad's dining room chair. I slid the chair forward; Dena moved towards me and I slid her panties down, exposing her pouty pink muffin in all its glory. She lifted her left leg up and over my shoulder. My right hand rose and cupped her ass while at the same time assisting her with balance. With her thigh resting on my shoulder; she took my head and directed it towards her pussy as I was pulling her towards me. We met and, for all intents and purposes, she was sitting right on my mouth, clearing the way for my mouth and tongue.
I struggled to keep up with her. She was riding my mouth like it was some sort of sex toy. I moved with her, trying to build a regular rhythm, and soon enough, we were in synch with other. She pushed into me with enough force to sit me back in the chair. In that position I was looking right up at her as I ate the most wonderful pussy in the world. Dena's pussy is soft and strong at the same time. Her folds are like satin but at the same time are not very large at all. Your tongue glides over the softness and the sensation is one of a soft open-mouthed French kiss. When she starts to take command you feel her strength and leadership. You give into her needs and are compelled to give the best you got. You don't think about it, she simply brings it out of you. By now, she was leaning in on me getting more, and more, worked up.
I raised both my hands up along her back and lifted. She disengaged from me with a startled look. I had her in the air and gently placed her down on the dining room table where the clothes made a soft bed for her. I sat down in dad's chair and took a moment to gaze upon the wonder in front of me. Her back was arched; she lifted her knees, and spread wide for me on the table. She rolled her hips at me, inviting, no, demanding that I engage. I pulled the coat towards me and brought her closer. I turned my shoulders as her legs started to wrap around me, I lifted my left arm up and over her thigh and trapped it. I reached under her left leg, hooked and lifted it so that she was partially rolled onto her right side. (For those of you have ever wrestled, an over and under hook.) This put her pussy right where I wanted it.
I love to kiss a horizontal pussy, and I wasted no time. First, some standard kisses and sucks. Dena responded with undulating hips and quiet mews. Second, the French kissing commenced with my tongue moving from right to left deep within her silken slit. Dena tried to shift to her back, but I had control with my arm hooks and kept her in place. Third, I attacked her clit, sucking, nipping, and tonguing her button. She was writhing with great energy and I struggled to keep her in place. Although I had her bottom locked, she was moving side to side quite vigorously. Keep in mind; she was, and still is an outstanding athlete with great amounts of hidden strength.
Just as I sensed that she was about to cum, I released her left leg, brought my hand around to her pussy and drove two fingers deep into her cunt. This caused her to straighten and call out my name. Quickly I began to finger fuck her and suck her clit. She was almost completely tensed and straight. All I heard was her repeated calls of, "Miiike! Miike! Miiike!"
To put the finishing touch on this cunilingual endeavor, I placed 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 were what I hoped for. Dena was climaxing like I have never seen before. She had stopped calling my name and was now emitting deep throated grunts while involuntary pelvic jerks were shaking her free from me. I hung onto her and watched the show. Her face was tightened into an expression of concentrated ecstasy.
I caressed, kissed and whispered sweet nothings to her as she came down from her exertions. Dena looked down at me and I was once again amazed at her beauty and sexuality. She moved to her back, placed her legs under my arms and started to slide towards me. I sat back in the chair and took her hands to guide her to me. She wound 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 pulled herself closer then lifted herself directly onto my now engorged cock. With her eyes half closed, she pulled up and closer until she located the head of my cock with her pussy. She leaned in for a deep kiss and engulfed my cock with her hot, wet pussy. Effortlessly, she took every inch until we were fully joined. Our arms locked tightly and our tongues engaged in a sensuous dance. I was locked tightly inside her.
Dena started a slow rolling of her hips and before she could get any further, I whispered in her ear, "Let's go upstairs, I want you in my bed."
She throatily whispered back, "No big brother, we'll use my bed tonight."
I lifted her off me; we gathered our clothes and headed upstairs. Dena made sure to grab the package with the bow before leading me up the stairs. My view was 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 stopped as we got to her bedroom and said, "You go on in, I need to make a quick stop in the bathroom."
As I entered her room I could imagine that indeed, I was in the wrong house. Her teeny-bopper room had 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 had 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 entered the room, gently placed the package on the desk, turned to me and said, "Carry me to my bed."
I reached around her with an arm, leaned down, and lifted her as I swept my other arm behind her knees; she wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head against my chest. As I walked to her bed with her in my arms, she looked up at me with beautiful eyes and said, "Please be gentle with me big brother, this is my first time."
I can't explain why, but it worked for me! I felt ready to bust a nut right then and there. I said nothing. I laid her gently down on the bed and placed myself on top of her. I kissed her lips and placed soft kisses around her face. Her breathing deepened as I worked my legs between her legs. She spread for me and I located her hot moistness with the head of my cock. I placed all my weight on her and using only my hips; started to enter my sister's hot pussy. I deliberately took it slow so I could feel every deepening thrust of my cock into her. She appeared to be enjoying my effort at going slow. She responded in kind as she felt herself being slowly filled. Dena lifted her knees and cradled me between her thighs, welcoming me home!
Once all the way inside, I started a gentle rhythmic stroking of her pussy from the inside out. I found my pace, and it was erotic and sensual. Dena joined in and moved with the gracefulness of a cat on the prowl. Our lips were touching but not touching. I sought her lips and when I found them, she stayed in contact for a second and then moved away. When her lips sought mine I kissed and pulled on one of her lips, never giving a full kiss. We moved in this dance as we engaged in slow carnal intercourse. Dena gently rolled sideways until she was on top. She rose up, continued our rhythm as her hands ran up and down her body. Her hair was falling forward, partially obscuring the view of her face. She slowly bent down to me until we were face to face with her cascading tresses closing us off from the rest of the world.
Dena spoke, "I love us Mike, what we have, what mean to each other. I never feel like I do when we are together."
I replied, "Dena, you're the world to me. You are the only one who can reach inside of me and caress my heart."
We gazed into each others' eyes and came together in a full kiss. Dena couldn't hold back any longer, her hips start moving faster as she took me with greater urgency. My eyes were shut for a moment as the sensations of Dena swept through my body. When I opened them she was hovering above me staring right at me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. As I started to roll her on her back she quietly but passionately ordered me, "Now Mike … now! … show me your love."
I had one arm under her head and with the other I lifted myself off of her enough to look down at my little sister as she entered into her orgasmic throes. She never stopped looking at me, even when the waves of pleasure coursing through her body caused her to breathlessly moan, "Aaaaah." She never once averted her eyes from mine.
Her legs and hips were working in unison with my thrusts, propelling me deeper and deeper inside of her. When she started to climax, her legs tightened around my waist but she couldn't stop me. I was too far gone. For the first time in my life, I called out my partner's name when I climaxed. Over and over again I repeated, "Oh my God Dena! Oh my god Dena!" As almost painful waves coursed through my body and hotly took physical form, as my semen shot into her. Finally spent, I collapsed onto my little sister and held her tight. I pumped into her until I had no more hardness to move. I tried as hard as I could to stay in her, but eventually, basic biology took over and together we uncoupled. We laid next to each other; each silently catching our breath and considering the intensity of what just happened.
Dena curled into my side and I held her tight with one arm and reached across my body to hold the arm she had stretched across my chest. After an eternity that felt like a second, she said, "I'll be right back." She slid off bed and out the room to the bathroom. As she was returning I took my leave for a bathroom run. When I returned, she was sitting up in bed holding the package I brought her. She looked up at me and asked, "Shall I open my gift now?"
Standing next to the bed I took the package, put it on the night table and replied, "Not now, maybe later. Right now I just want us to be here together." I turned off the light and opened the curtains of her window. The light from the streetlights cast a soft glow into the room and snowflakes were slowly falling. I crawled back into bed with Dena, took her under my arm and we laid side-by-side watching the falling snow. I don't remember a time when I have ever felt so content.
Dena was curled up next to me with her head resting on the side of my chest and her hand gently caressing my stomach. She straightened a bit and turned 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 leaned towards her, gave her my full attention and said, "Dena, I love and respect you. I'll back you up no matter what."
She paused, unsure if she should continue, and then said, "Just hear me through … late last year I started hanging around Mr. Taylor down the street."
I sat 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 imagine. Anyway, that's where the deep-throat thing came from. You asked!"
I needed 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 was my dad's financial planner and dad thought the world of him. Upon further consideration I couldn't find any fault with Dena being with him. I said, "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 retirement.' I'm really going to miss him."
I pulled her in, gave her a kiss good night and said, "Let's get some sleep."
Dena cuddled up, then she repositioned herself so she was on my chest looking me in the face, "One more thing Micky."
I looked at her and raised my eyebrows.
"It's about Lily."
My mind was 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 nothing like me."
"Christ Dena! I don't hate her. I love Lily … it's just that …" Dena cut 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 Christmas shopping for her."
"I knew you would understand … and hell," with a shit-eating smile on her face, "if she wants you to take her cherry, that's her call!"
I pulled her back in to me and said, "Fuck you Dena."
She snuggled closer, lifted a leg over me and said, "Fuck you too Micky."
God, I love that girl!
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When I woke, 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 cuppa 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 Dena's friend Kim's car was in the 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 sipped some of the coffee and thought, 'Shit, this stuff really is pretty good!'
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. 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.
Kim stopped right in front of me, leaned forward, gave me a kiss, and said, "Merry Christmas Mike."
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You, dear reader, can fill in the rest of that happy day yourself. What would you do with these two delightful elves?
And that package, the one with the little fucking bow still attached? I know what I would have put in there for my little sister, how about you?