Here is the long-awaited conclusion to Never Have I Ever. We find out what happens when Lucas receives his Christmas gift from his 18-year-old sister Dillon.
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Christmas dinner with a family the size of mine was just short of organized chaos. Since most of my siblings had their own families, it was like high school again; little cliques everywhere in the cafeteria for lunch.
I sat next to my grandmother, who was on my right; Grandpa sat on her other side. She wanted to hear about my college life. She even gave me a wry smile and wink when she said, "I bet you have all the sorority girls just falling all over each other to get to you." Grandma was always my favorite of the family. She had this hard outer shell that gave her the matronly manner that most farming families had. However inside she was quick witted, had a very acidic sense of humor, and was known to play tricks on both her siblings growing up and now her progeny.
On my left side sat my younger brother Chris and then his girlfriend Rylee. This was my first time meeting Rylee and I could already see what drew Chris's attention to her. She was blonde, blue-eyed, large perky breast, and an ass inside of her tight jeans you could bounce a quarter from. Even Grandma noticed, asking me at one point, "Any hot girls in Oregon like Rylee over there?" Then her voice dipped lower and she whispered to me, "I bet your young cock is buried in a different wet pussy every night."
I was just happy I had already swallowed the sip of cider I had just taken. I looked at back at her and whispered with a wink, "Not every night Grandma, just when I need 'em".
"Leave the poor boy alone Margaret," Grandpa told her. "He doesn't need you pestering him all through dinner." He then lowered his voice, but I still heard him tell her, "Besides, he might just not want to talk about all the juicy pussy he's getting to an old dried up prune like you."
I tried to hold back the laugh, but it still came out as a snort. Grandpa leaned his head around his mischievous wife and gave me his own wink. Grandma however gave him a sour look and said, "Well, we will just see if you get any of that dried prune tonight mister."
Oh my god, my grandparents were getting to be even more perverted in their old age. However, I did notice on the other side of Grandpa, Dillon was also trying to stifle a laugh. She caught my eye looking over at her and she smiled at me. The small dimples in her freckled cheeks showed themselves. When did my baby sister get so damn beautiful?
The rest of dinner passed without too many other issues, and everyone settled down somewhere to talk. Most asked me about Oregon and how I was doing in my classes. I caught Dillon on more than one occasion looking over in my direction, only to turn away.
I got up at one point and made my way down to the bathroom to relieve myself. After shaking off the stray drip and washing my hands I opened the door to see Dillon. She looked down the hall before pulling me out and down to my room and she shut the door.
When she turned around, I looked into her dark brown eyes. Her dark hair was falling over one side of her face, and I reached up to put it behind her ear. "When did you get so beautiful?"
She smiled and I saw the blush creep into her cheeks. She lowered her head, but her eyes still looked up into mine. "Am I?"
Oh, fuck. What am I doing? This is my little sister for god sake. I lifted her head by her chin, my thumb pulling down her full lower lip as I did so, and she took it into her mouth and sucked on it. I felt my cock stir.
Dillon put her two hands over mine and took the one step into me, she had my hand now just above her beast. "Am I?" She asked me again.
"Gods yes Dillon. Your fucking gorgeous." She reached up and pulled me into a kiss. Her full lips felt wonderful against mine. I now had my left hand trapped between us, but my right came up to her and I ran my fingers through her silky hair and then to the back of her head. I held us in the kiss for several minutes, our tongues each circling the other's lips. Fuck, how did she ever get this good at kissing?
I pulled away just enough that I was able to move my hand down to her breast. I felt the small pert mound with its hard nipple through the flannel shirt she wore. It was young, firm, and not in a bra. I began to unbutton the shirt and then slipped my hand inside to get it over her naked breast. Her skin is warm and silky smooth, the breast smaller than a handful, but there was enough to grab onto.
Dillon moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss. Her arms are still around my neck. I used the hand in her hair to pull her away. I looked back into her eyes. They were smoldering. I could see the lust in them. "Are you sure about this Dillweed?" I purposely used my nickname for her. I wanted her to know it was me, her brother, she was looking at.
"Every time I have ever told you 'I missed you most of all Scarecrow' I was actually saying 'I love you most of all'.
