Christmas Carol 7

CHRISTMAS CAROL

This is a story about a very unusual Christmas tradition in my family and how it started.

It was before I was married. I was 22 and my older sister Carol was 24. She was engaged to Eric, who was overseas with the Navy. Carol and I were at Mom and Dad's house for Christmas. They had gone to a party, leaving Carol and I there to trim the Christmas tree.

Carol and I were always close and it was wonderful seeing her for the first time in almost a year. We were both a little lonely, after being away from home. We got into a bottle of wine and were laughing about things that had happened when we were growing up and joking about the eccentricities of our parents and our aunts and uncles. We were quite giggly.

Carol was a bit of an athlete, so we had a history of competition. She had played basketball in high school and could still beat me. Our games were often quite rough and we ended up on the ground more than a few times, wrestling. So, what happened was not so out of character.

We were decorating the tree and Carol was up on a step stool trying to put the star on the top of the tree. It was impulsive of me. My excuse was that I was drunk, but I had often admired my sister's athletic figure. Not in a sexual way, but appreciative of her attractiveness. Anyway, she was up on the stool and I impulsively pulled down the gym shorts she was wearing.

Carol had pulled my pants down one time after she had beaten me at basketball. She had exposed my dick, made fun of it as she ran into the house. I had chased her and we wrestled. I was pulling at her shorts and got them to her knees, exposing her panties before she got away and locked her bedroom door.

Well, I was surprised to find when I pulled her gym shorts down that she wasn't wearing underwear. So, suddenly, her bare ass was right there, a foot away. She had nice smooth cheeks flanking her natal cleft, with her shapely legs below. I like seeing a woman's thigh muscles flex. I think it's so sexy. Well, my sister's legs flexed wonderfully as she twisted, trying to reach her shorts.

She was having trouble maintaining her balance on the step stool. I held the shorts, so she had to pull one foot out to get free. When she did that, I caught a glimpse of my sister's pussy between her legs. I'd never seen it. She bent at the waist to retrieve her shorts and in-the-process, spread her thighs apart, exposing the pussy lips and the dark tufts of pubic hair between her legs. I don't think she realized what I was seeing.

She managed to turn toward me and I had my first frontal view of her pussy. She had a wonderful muff of curly, golden-brown pubic hair. I could see the slit that hid her feminine treasures gaping slightly with her movements.

"Jimmy, you asshole." She said as I scurried across the room to get away from her. I dropped to my hands and knees; she was quickly on top of me, punching my arms, girl-punches that didn't hurt. We were laughing. She straddled my waist, like she had done in the past, holding me down while she berated me and tried to hit me. I was holding her wrists, but her hands came free and she was thumping me on the head, again, she wasn't hurting me. When I realized that my shirt had pulled up and her bare pussy was resting against my belly, my dick immediately got hard.

I reached up and lifted her shirt higher, exposing her breasts. She had always worn a sports bra when we played basketball. Well, she wasn't wearing a bra this time; I was treated to my first view of my sister's tits. She was a mature woman, no longer the girl I had tussled with in the past. Her breasts were jiggling as we struggled; they were amazing. I'd seen other breasts, with my girlfriends; they were very nice, but Sis's tits were swaying wonderfully with her stiff nipples centered on her fleshy melons. I had the urge to touch them, so I did. I put my hands on my sister's tits, feeling their weight and their softness. Carol was on top of me; her body was exposed from her neck down. Her pussy was rubbing against my bare stomach and her tits were in my hands.

She just looked at me, with a surprised expression, stunned, I think, at what was happening.

I took the opportunity to flip us over so that I was on top. My hips were between her creamy thighs and I was holding her wrists. I took a moment in the struggle to observe my sister's naked body. I hate to admit it, but instinct took over and I took advantage of the opportunity. I leaned down and sucked one of her tits.

"Jimmy what are you doing?" She asked.

I said, "Punishing you for all the times you beat me up."

She didn't say anything as I kissed her other nipple. As I said, her tits were just fantastic and I was still young and horny enough to find a woman's breasts irresistible. I doubt that I'll outgrow that attraction to women's tits.

Carol just stayed there, no longer struggling, letting me have my way. She was breathing heavily and she had her hands on my head, stroking my hair. I moved up and kissed her and she kissed me back, again not saying anything. It wasn't a passionate, sexual kiss, but it wasn't a sisterly kiss either. It was a bit of both.

I moved back down to her breasts, nuzzling them with my nose, licking her sensitive nipples. They were standing up in the midst of her crinkly areolas; she was aroused. I'll never forget those wonderful little nubs.

I proceeded down over her stomach. My lips caressed the soft skin on her belly. My nose probed then I kissed her sexy navel. I marveled at the softness of her pale skin.

She sighed and softly said, "Oh Jimmy. What are you doing?"

I kept going, putting my nose in her tuft of golden pussy hair. I rubbed my nose through it. I inhaled the scent of her perfume and her lotion. Her soft hair was silky and fresh.

"Oh Jimmy."

I went farther, putting my lips on her lower lips, kissing my sister's vulva for the first time. My tongue flicked out to taste her. Her thighs were spread around my shoulders, open for my exploration of her feminine charms.

When my tongue flicked against her clitoris, she said it again, "Oh Jimmy." But her words were different, more submissive. She liked what I was doing. I could sense the juices oozing out of her, making her wetter. I loved the taste. It was the first time I had eaten a woman's pussy. I was instinctively doing it; developing a new favorite pastime. Carol raised her knees, with her feet on the ground, spreading herself open for me. She was rubbing the back of my head, stroking my hair, holding me in her crotch.

"Oh Jimmy. That feels so good." Then she softly asked, "Where did you learn to do that?"

I didn't answer. I eagerly continued to explore my sister's pussy. My fingers spread her lips, exposing the raw pink, glistening flesh of her vulva. I had never seen the private anatomy of a woman in real life and realized that I was probably the first one to see my sister's most intimate features. I located the entrance to her vagina and put my mouth over it. Her sighs encouraged me to continue and I pushed my tongue inside her. She responded by arching her back and moaning loudly. She was coming. Her body jerked and her thighs pressed against the sides of my head. Juices poured out of her as I tried to get my tongue deeply inside her. I alternated between sucking on her clit and tonguing her vagina and she continued to come. I was amazed at the new experience and utterly fascinated with a side of my sister's personality that I had just discovered. I looked up to see the look of utter ecstasy on her face.

"Oh Jimmy!" She moaned a few times.

They say a hard dick has no conscience. I moved up her body, undoing my pants as I kissed her stomach and her breasts again. I released my penis from my underpants and positioned it in the middle of her crotch. I didn't make a specific decision to put my dick into her, but it just slid right into her extremely wet pussy, sliding along her wet folds and entering her vagina. She was looking at me with a look of unexpected pleasure on her face. We were both consumed by our passion. It felt so good. It was a special feeling; stimulating my approaching orgasm. I pulled out and pressed my penis into her pubic bone, squirting my semen onto her bush and her belly. She was coming too, her eyes closed as the feeling swept over her in a tremendous wave of ecstasy.

After a few moments of raw passion, we began to calm-down. I rolled off to the side, regaining my composure. I put my arm on my sister and pulled her toward me, holding her closely while she recovered. She looked at me and put her arm around me. She gave me a light kiss on the lips. We were silent, holding each other for a while, both reflecting on what we had done.

She finally said, "That's your Christmas present."

I said, "That was wonderful."

Then I said, "Maybe we shouldn't have done that?"

She said, "No kidding."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too." But then she laughed and said, "I did enjoy it."

"Merry Christmas." I said.

"Where did you learn to do what you did to my pussy?"

'I don't know. It just seemed to come to me naturally."

She rubbed her hands through my hair and said, "I have a little brother with special talents."

We got dressed and returned to decorating the tree, quietly going about it, tired and reflecting on the realization that we had committed incest.

Our parents returned an hour later and we were distracted by their presence and the festive atmosphere of trimming the tree.

Later that night, Carol came into my room where I was reading a book.

She said, "I've thought about what we did and I'm okay with it if you are."

I nodded in agreement, reflected a minute, and said, "I love you, Sis. I've never thought of you in a sexual way, but seeing your pussy and your tits just overwhelmed me."

"Typical male, thinking with your dick."

"Guilty." I said.

She said, "I could've stopped you, but what you were doing felt so good. I didn't want you to stop."

I nodded.

She asked, "Nobody has ever done what you did to me. It was amazing."

"Thank you." I said. "You were out of control. I've never seen you like that before."

She thought for a moment. "I've never felt that way before."

I said, "You are really special."

She laughed and said, "I didn't realize that I had such a talented brother."

"I didn't realize what a hottie my sister was."

She replied, "I get so worked-up sometimes when I'm with Eric (her boyfriend). I have a hard time stopping him."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you stop him?"

She blushed a bit and said, "No. We've done it a number of times. He gets me so hot and sex feels so good."

I said, "I know."

She said, "I wonder if he knows how to eat pussy like you do."

I said, "I can give him some instruction, if you like."

She came over and hugged me. She was standing beside me and pulled my head into her chest. I could feel her boobs under her shirt, rubbing against my head.

She said, "Well, Merry Christmas. That was your present."

I said, "Thank you." Then I added, "I know what I'm going to ask for next Christmas."

She looked at me and said, "I'm your Christmas Carol."

It was to become a tradition, sex with my sister under the tree.