Holly woke up early Christmas morning and although she saw it was only six-fifteen she knew she would not be able to go back to sleep. Feeling like she was a child again, giddy over the upcoming excitement, dreaming of the wonderful treats awaiting her and frustrated at needing to wait until someone else woke up to open the door, she climbed out of be and peeked through the keyhole into her brother's room. Ricky was still asleep, so she pulled her chair over near the window and she watched the sun rise.
Looking out over the houses across their street she wondered what it might be like if everything was covered in a blanket of white. Snow at Christmas, snow at any time would be such a wonderful surprise, especially in the valley where the temperature was expected to go into the eighties. Instead of building a snowman, Holly figured she could sunbathe, that is if the rains stay away.
Heading back to the door, she peeked through the keyhole again but her brother was still sleeping. To kill some time she made up her bed and cleaned up her room, actually grabbing a rag and dusting off some of her furniture and shelves. The more she consciously tried to not to think about what she was about to do with her brother, the more the images flashed though her mind.
What they had done so far was more than she ever thought they would and to be honest, if she knew it would go this far she probably would have been afraid to start anything. Of course, knowing what she does now, she wouldn't have changed a thing, except for when she hit her brother. Some people might think it wrong, but all it really was is a joyful exploration with someone each cared very deeply about. It was sexy, but what is more natural than sharing and experimenting with a sibling and besides, they didn't really have sex, not all the way.
Remembering how Ricky snuck into her room the night before, how he opened her legs and then the things he did to her, inside and out, she felt an urgent tingling. She had never put her panties back on after her brother took them off her, so now as she moved her hand between her legs, her fingers slid through her hair and down her slit. When she pushed her finger though her lips and into her pussy she wasn't surprise to find it wet, wet and ready.
Glancing over at the clock she could see it was about seven twenty and although she wanted to let her brother sleep, she couldn't wait anymore. Like a child tip-toeing down the stairs, filled with excitement over finally being able to see the Christmas presents, Holly slowly opened her door and slid past the shelves in Ricky's room. Unbuttoning her nightshirt as she crept over to his bed, she let the shirt fall to the floor and then stood looking down on him.
He face seemed contented, a slight smile curled on his lips. It had been warm the night before so he didn't have a shirt on. Holly looked at the slight wisps of dark hair on her brother's chest, how it seemed to gather in the center and then swirl out over his nipples. Glancing further down she could see his erection poking up inside his jockey shorts. She thought about reaching out and waking him by taking hold of his cock but she saw his head turn towards her.