Christmas is less than 2 weeks away, it's Murray and my first Christmas in my childhood home, and it feels a little weird. My parents bought a condo apartment and moved to Florida; Murray and I bought their, uh, my, our house. The house is 3 bedroom 1 1/2 bath, we converted my former bedroom, between the master and the far bedroom, into a computer room/office; so, it no longer has a bed. Andrea's bedroom at the end of the hall is our second bedroom.
Mom and dad always did the Christmas decorating, cooking, baking, shopping, my sister and I hardly assisted, everything was done for us, we just participated.
Now this year we're responsible for decorating, shopping, cooking; it's all new to us. I'm not a cook, so we agreed no turkey and dressing feast; we're buying most everything. I'll cook a ham, bake yams.
Dad left the outdoor decorations, we set them up last weekend. We decorated the tree Thursday evening. We had to buy decorations so it's sparse.
Andrea, my younger sister, is coming from college and staying with us for the Christmas/New Years holidays, arriving on Saturday the 22nd, staying until Friday, Jan 5th, she'll sleep in her old bedroom. Andrea's always been a rebellious one, the wild child; nothing bizarre, just a non-conformist, blazing her own trail; having as much fun as legally possible.
We both know she has the better body, debatable who has the better looks, we are sisters after all; so, I guess it's a simple matter of preference.
Murray often teases me, if there was a middle sister, he'd have chosen that one, he loves my overall personality and shy demeaner, but admits he's excited by Andrea's promiscuous side.
Murray teaches at the local high school, so he'll be off come the 21st as Christmas is on a Tuesday, he returns to classes on Jan 8th
Murray's 25, 5'11" 165 lbs. short, dark brown hair; very athletic, he coaches' basketball at school, plays softball in the summer and pickup hockey two or three times a week in the winter.
I'm Christine, 24, 5'5" shoulder length yellow, blonde hair. I'd like to be thinner, I'm 140 lbs. with a 35 26 36 figure, Murray thinks I'm hot, so I'll just make sure I don't gain weight, and make a profound effort to maintain my fitness. I'm a legal secretary at a mid-sized law firm. They require I work until 3pm the 24th and expected to return on the 27th.
Andrea is 21, 5'6" 120 lbs. 34 25 33, her blonde hair is darker and longer than mine, generally worn in pony. She's hot, she knows it and loves to flaunt it.
Murray and I went to high school together, started occasionally dating in grade 10, going steady in grade 11. Murray got his education degree at the local college; I went to polytechnic college to become a legal secretary. We remained dating throughout; we've been married about a year and a half, 2 years in May. We're very happy, we've always shared all the household chores, we confide in each other, openly share our feelings, secrets, even our fears; thrilled to do everything as a couple. A happy, healthy, thriving, growing relationship.
Our sex life began in high school, has always been great; fun, exciting and seemingly growing stronger, as we communicate extremely well. Recently we discovered how much we both enjoy BDSM, well not all facets of BDSM. The milder portions, let me try and explain.
It started out with simply a playful spanking.
Murray and I always goof around, you know, tickling wrestling, that kind of playfulness. On this particular evening, he was washing the dishes and flipped some water in my face, I retaliated by flicking the drying towel. I guess it stung his ass cheek pretty hard; harsher than I intended and he chased after me; once around the kitchen table, faking one way, I took off to the living room. Twice around the living room, laughing, stumbling, he caught me by lunging across the sofa, grabbed me around my waist, took me over his knee, held my wrists, lowered my sweatpants, bared my ass and spanked me. One sharp open-handed smack on each cheek; then he tenderly caressed both round mounds, his forefinger teased my labia.
Maybe it was the prelude, the chase, the sting of the smacks, I don't know, but I was extremely aroused and asked for more. He slapped each cheek several times; my bum burning, he ran his hand down my thigh, came up forefinger along my oozing pussy lips, wiggled between, teased my clit; I almost came.
I requested he be forceful and do me doggy style; he pushed me to the floor, slapped my ass sporadically as he furiously pounded into me. We both truly enjoyed the whole episode; so much so, neither of us were satisfied; we went wild, enthusiastically we continued fucking passionately well past midnight, the longest session we ever had; sweaty, exhausted, somewhat satiated we fell asleep on the floor.
The following morning, we intimately shared how exhilarating and satisfying it was for us both. This initiated additional experimenting, we quickly evolved into blindfolding and wrist binding with household items; scarves, rope, wooden spoons, a belt, sandals, trying various items to add to my spanking pleasure.
Our next step was investigative porn; thus began the use of several sex toys, dildos and vibrators; a flogger and riding crop, which ultimately resulted in discovering our newest favorite... anal.
More porn and online sex shopping and our once-a-week BDSM bouts have morphed into various restraints, harnesses, paddles, nipple pinchers, ticklers, anal plugs, balls, beads, spreader bars, even a swing and ceiling and floor hooks.
All this resulted in transforming the second bedroom, turning it into our weekend pleasure dungeon.
We need that bedroom for Andrea over Christmas, last night after decorating the tree, was our last session for a couple weeks, Murray needs to box up and take all our BDSM paraphernalia and hide it in the garage before Andrea gets here.
Saturday, 3 days to Christmas, we go to the local bistro for coffee and bagels.
We pick up... (Sung to the '12 days of Christmas')... 5 more decorations, 4 bottles of wine, 3 boxes of beer, 2 jugs of eggnog, and a stop at the marijuana store!
Andrea arrives in time to assist in some house decorating.
After a take-out Thai supper, we're drinking beer, visiting, sharing weed and our ventures since we were last together in July.
Around midnight we went to bed.
Sunday morning Murray and I are having coffee and fresh biscuits; "Morning." Andrea says joyfully, with a pleasant smile, as she enters the kitchen. Wearing what is likely her normal pajamas, but more like bedroom lingerie, sexy attire, royal blue satin briefs and matching spaghetti strap top, bare midriff.
Now I, in mixed company, would wear a robe, she although seems very comfortable, unconcerned; she goes to the counter and pours herself a coffee. I see Murray's eyes checking out her 1/2 exposed ass cheeks, I hit his arm.
Andrea grins knowing her effect.
Murray finishes his coffee rinses his mug, placing it in the sink. Leans over me in my chair, gives me a nice kiss, he's off for the rest of the morning, his regular Sunday hockey game.
I refill my coffee; Andrea is eating her second biscuit.
"How'd ya sleep in your old bed?" I ask.
"Oh, really good, I wish I had it on campus, my mattress there is so hard." Andrea finishes her biscuit. "Christine, I noticed hooks in the ceiling, I wondered what they could possibly be used for?" Taking the final gulp of her coffee. "Until I found these under a pillow." Dangling a pair of nipple clamps, like a hypnotist, swaying them from side to side.
Christine turned beet red, unable to speak.
"I found something else in the bedroom, I would like to show you."
Andrea leads, sits cross-legged, in the middle of the bed, near the headboard, "I found these also," holding up a handcuff attached to the headboard.
"Oh, my gawd, Murray was to pack everything away." Opening the nightstand drawer, "Oh, good, the keys are here." Christine sits sideways on the bed, putting her left leg on the bed, leans forward inserting the key.
Andrea was holding the cuff as Christine unlocks them from the bed frame, Andrea quickly tugs the cuffs. Christine grabs at them; Andrea whisks them behind her back.
"You said Murray was to hide everything, so you guys are into that kind of kinky stuff?" Andrea's twirling the cuffs on her forefinger. "I'm impressed; my big sister's not the stuffy prude I believed her to be."
