Merry Christmas- Ho ho ho!
My girlfriend's mother insisted that we spend Christmas at her house this year having celebrated the previous few at my house. I didn't get along with my girlfriend's mother, then again neither did any of her own family for that matter. She was loud, interfering and never stopped meddling in the lives of her children. I had just arrived at the house after finishing a 12 hour shift, far from an ideal way to spend Christmas Eve but I guess that's what you get working in the retail industry, and already I had a feeling that this was going to be an unbearable few days. The silver lining came when my girlfriend told me that her and her parents were going to head to the pub for a few hours. I excused myself saying that I was too tired and wanted to take a nap. True, I was exhausted but I had no interested in sleeping, just getting a few hours peace. My girlfriend kissed me on the cheek and hurried out the door behind her parents.
I grabbed a six pack of beer from the fridge and began to flick through the stations on the TV, but as usual it was a mixture of cheesy Christmas themed movies and re-runs of old favourites. After a while I flicked on to the more erotic channels and got myself comfortable on the couch. I had no intention of masturbating right there on their couch but I did begin to fondle my now growing erection through my pants and soon enough I began to get very hard. The porn was only a soft-core movie but my cock grew harder as I imagined acting out what I was watching with a co-worker named Karla. I was halfway through the six beers and giving serious consideration to a little fun time on my own when I heard someone trying to put a key in the door. I changed the channel, sat up and made my pants as baggy as possible to hide my cock, disappointed and surprised that they were already home after only half an hour. It seemed to take an age for the key to find the keyhole and when it did the door swung open clattering off the wall. It was slammed shut again and to my surprise a lone pair of heels came clunking down the hall. The living room door opened and it was my girlfriend's sister Sarah, looking a little worse for wear.
"Oh, hey Eoin, Merry Christmas!" She giggled as she moved towards me to give me a hug. I got up and reached out tenderly hoping for a quick embrace. Sarah, however moved in close, and I could feel my still semi erect cock press against her stomach. I could also smell the alcohol off her breath; she had been at a party at a friend's house since pretty early in the day enjoying her first half year of drinking having turned 18 in August. She backed off awkwardly, a combination of the drink and the heels but there were no tell-tale signs of her having noticed my cock.
"So where is everyone?" She said, leaving the room to hang up her jacket.
"Oh, there at the pub, they left about 30 minutes ago," I replied sitting back down, glad my erection was subsiding.
"Ah, some peace and quiet at least huh?" She quipped coming back in and sitting on the couch next to me and picking up one of the beers.
"Until you came thundering in the door anyway," I joked.
My cock, having just got soft from my little fantasy nearly sprung back to life as I watched her take a swig out of her beer. Sarah was easily the most attractive girl in the family, taller and more filled out than my very petite girlfriend, with a nice set of boobs and voluptuous ass for her 18 years. She had dark blonde hair down to her shoulder, big brown eyes, pronounced cheekbones and a moody but sexy demeanour. I didn't spend much time in this house and therefore didn't see much of her, only occasionally in pyjamas and slippers or sweats. Yet seeing her now in a sleek black dress up above her knees, dark stockings and a pair of heels as well as with her face made up brought it home to me how attractive she was.
Are you sure you need another drink?" I laughed, just wanting to say something to interrupt my own thoughts.
"Oh come on Eoin, who are you my parents? Besides, it's Christmas!" she reasoned.
"I can't believe you're watching this Eoin, such a big softy!" She laughed.
I had put on the Santa Clause 3 with Tim Allen apparently when changing the channel. With that she reached across my body to grab the remote on the other side. If her eyes followed the path of her hand it would have been impossible for her not to notice that I was far from a 'big softy' right then. She made an awkward throat clearing noise and suddenly seemed rather uncomfortable. I didn't know whether I should say something or just keep quiet, get through the next few days and hope she forgot all about it. I grabbed another beer and tried to focus on the TV. After about 20 minutes, Sarah said that she was tired and was heading to bed. It was only 9.30, but I was glad she was bringing an end to the tension.
"Goodnight, Merry Christmas" she said and hurried out of the room.
I polished off the last beer and was in desperate need of a pee. I didn't want to disturb Sarah any more tonight so I crept quietly up the stairs without turning the light at the top on. The bathroom was at the very bottom so I walked on my toes down towards it. I heard a voice in Sarah's room and presumed she was on the phone. I was about to turn the light on now that I didn't need to be quiet but as I reached for the switch I heard that Sarah's conversation wasn't exactly with another person.
"Did I give you that big bulge in your pants Eoin? Did I do that to you baby? Ya, I bet you want to see what it's like to be with a real woman, you know my sister is too small to fuck properly don't you?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! It sounded as if Sarah was masturbating to the thought of me fucking her. I had no doubt that she was attracting plenty of interest from guys her own age and even though I'm only 4 years older I had never really thought about her that way before tonight. She was only 15 when I started dating her sister. But now here she was a gorgeous 18 year old wanting to be with me.
"Ya, give it to me baby, oh that feels so good. Ya, right there!" She carried on.
I tried to creep closer but stepped on the wrong part of the floor and made a creaking noise. Suddenly Sarah stopped. Silence. I crept back the way I came, quietly but quickly, I stepped around the corner as I heard her door open. I quickly moved down the stairs and back to the living room. My heart was pounding. It all seemed like a dream. I sat there quietly, listening. Nothing. I waited 5 minutes. Nothing. I was still bursting for a pee so I crept to the back door at the opposite side of the house to the stairs. I stepped outside and relieved myself into the darkness. It seemed to go on forever. I stepped back inside and quietly shut the door and moved back towards the living room. I noticed the light was off but I didn't remember turning it off. I stepped into the doorway and my heart skipped a beat. Sarah was lying on the couch, with one leg up on it and her arms wrapped around it. She was in the same clothes as earlier. Without the light I could see the top of her stockings but between was a dark void.
"I couldn't sleep," she said, her voice trembling and a look of nervous excitement across her face.
My brain refused to accept that this was really happening but insisted I go check it out. My legs weren't as obliging and I stayed rooted to the spot. Eventually I moved awkwardly across the room and sat where I had done earlier alongside Sarah. She turned, now lying lengthways on the couch as I stared straight ahead at the TV, unsure what else to do. I noticed her head turn that way too and then she turned on the movie I had started to watch when she arrived home. Again I was processing the information and having difficulty believing it. My cock strained against my pants and I prayed for Sarah to scream 'fuck me' or give me some other obvious sign... And then she did.
She reached her foot across toward my now raging erection and touched it. It was a tentative touch, an unsure touch, but a touch. I turned my head. She bit her lip and stared into my eyes. She withdrew her legs under her and pushed herself onto her knees. I was frozen in place. She leaned in and our lips met. A brief kiss. I knew it was now or never to stop it. I pulled back wanting to be mature and stop it, but desperately wanting not to at the same time. It didn't matter; she grabbed my head and locked her lips onto mine. This time our tongues met. They explored each other for the first time, mine savouring her cherry lip gloss. She dropped her other hand into my lap, squeezing my cock. I nearly came there and then but didn't dare. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, wanting to get my tongue as deep into her throat as possible. She moaned as we kissed frantically and sloppily. I pulled her head close and went to work on her neck. I licked and nibbled it and she loved it as much as her sister, digging her nails into my back. I left a trail of saliva all the way from her shoulder up to her ear and began to nibble on her lobe. Sarah squeezed my cock hard through my pants and ran the other through my hair. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to hers. Her beautiful brown eyes burned with lust and her breathing was shallow and laboured.
In a moment of maturity I asked, "are you sure you wanna do this?"
I regretted giving her an out immediately, but she just smiled and said, "I've wanted this a looong time. I just didn't know you did. Maybe we should, eh, take this upstairs."
