Winter Holidays

" Shh... Sam's still sleeping," I whispered, facing her now with a conspiratorial grin.

" Okay, I'll be a quiet mouse," Anna giggled, mimicking a tiny creature in its tiptoes.

We entered the living room, doing our best to step around the creaky floorboards that seemed to always give us away. Just as I was exhaling in relief over our sneakiness, the fluorescent lights flickered and blinded for a second as Sam's silhouette came into view leaning against the wall, scowling at us. His messed-up hair and sleepy eyes could not hide the irritant oozing from him.

"What do we have here?" he drawled, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "Didn't I tell you to keep it quiet? Or were you just too busy dragging annoying friends onto my property?" "It's nice to see you too, Sam," Anna shot back, her bravado full on as she crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.

"Yeah, I didn't know I needed your approval to invite my friends over," I said, trying to lighten the tension between us.

"Do you really think she's going to bring anything but chaos into this house?" Sam retorted with sardonic sarcasm, his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes dancing wickedly in Anna's direction. "You're like a tornado in a library".

"Oh, please. What's your greatest contribution to this household, Sam? Snoring?" Anna shot back, her eyes aglow with mischief.

"You know, if you were half as smart as you thought you were, you'd know that snoring is a talent you can't touch," Sam said matter-of-factly, smirking.

I rolled my eyes frustration bubbling inside me. This was starting to feel like a sitcom I desperately wanted to turn off. "Both of you, knock it off!" I snapped. "Sam, to your room. Anna, you're coming with me". They froze, staring at each other as if I had just announced a national emergency.

"Wait, what?" Sam raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms even tighter.

"Seriously, I'm sick of you two yelling at each other like cats in a poke," I muttered, tugging Anna's hand and heading for the stairs. "Come on"

The higher I dragged Anna up the stairs, the less her feet touched the steps, and from below, I could hear Sam's frustrated groan; a door slammed, emphasizing his irritation.

As soon as I was inside the safety of my room, I let out a heavy sigh and casually flicked my bag of clothes to a chair in the corner. Anna plopped herself dramatically onto my bed, swung her legs over the edge and stretched out like a cat basking in the sun.

"He's such a jerk sometimes, you know?" Anna grumbled, her voice dripping with teenage disdain. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes glittering with amusement despite her words. "I swear, that guy lives to get under my skin".

I plonked myself down beside her, and my weight made the mattress sag just a little. The corner of my mouth tweaked upward in a crooked smile. "Tell me about it," I chuckled softly, shaking my head in amazement. "Sometimes I am still wondering how we managed to have such. unique dynamics in our relationship".

Anna snorted, flipping onto her stomach and resting her chin on her hands. Her hair fanned out around her face in a sort of halo. "Unique? That's one way of putting it. How would more accurate be, for Sam, annoyingly stubborn, annoyingly smug". She stopped, with her fingers tapping thoughtfully against her chin. "You know, I was just now thinking. perhaps we start betting. Each time he does something very annoying, we bet one dollar each, then till the week is over, we are well off!" Anna grinned mischievously on; her eyes shone full of mischief.

Where will we get the money?" I asked, laughing, as I raised my left eyebrow. "We're both out of work".

Anna was dismissive, waving it off as her smile remained buoyant. "Details, details! We'll sort something out. Maybe sell some of Sam's precious comic book collection behind his back? " In a flash, she sprang upright, her eyes bright with excitement. "Oh, or we could start a YouTube channel! I bet people would pay good money for advice on how to deal with impossible siblings like yours".

Anna jumped off the bed, pacing back and forth as ideas seemed to pour out of her. "We could have competitions, like who can make Sam crack first during family dinner. Or maybe a series about the art of the perfect eye roll. Oh! And definitely an episode about the secret language of slamming doors and exasperated sighs".

"Okay, okay!" I laughed, hurling a pillow at Anna, who was already half-bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. "You stay here, I need to pee," I said, heading for the door. Anna caught the pillow out of the air, clutched it to her chest, and plopped back down on the bed.

"Okay, okay, I'll hold off on my brilliant ideas for now!" she called after me in a playful voice. "But don't stay too long! Genius waits for no one, you know".

As I stepped out into the hallway, the muffled sound of a video game could be heard from behind Sam's closed door. It seemed he had retreated to his usual sanctuary. I had just left the bathroom, drying my hands, when Sam's bedroom door swung open unexpectedly; the sudden movement made me jump. Strong arms enfolded my waist from behind as I was pulled against a firm chest. A large hand clamped over my mouth, stifling the surprised cry that threatened to escape.

"Shh, not a word," Sam growled softly into my ear, the heat of his breath tickling my skin. In one fluid movement, he picked me up in his arms, just like a bride, tugged the door open farther and whisked me inside the room.

He tossed me unceremoniously onto his filthy bed and loomed over me, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "So"

Sam's wicked grin had my wrists pinned above my head in one large hand as the other slid down my side teasingly, his fingers skimming the hem of your shirt.

"You and Anna think you're so smart, huh? Hatching your little schemes right under my nose," he muttered. "Well, two can play that game". Sam leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I heard every word, by the way. Total betting, YouTube channel. very creative. But I have a few ideas of my own". His free hand slid under my shirt; calloused fingers spread over the smooth skin of my stomach". How about we make it interesting?"

"Fuck," I breathed as my stepbrother touched my stomach. "Not here, Sam, Anna's here tonight".

Sam's eyes darkened with desire as he felt me ​​tremble under his touch. He pressed closer, his muscular body pressed against mine as he silenced my protests with a searing kiss. When he finally pulled away, his gaze was intense and unwavering. "Anna won't disturb us," he promised, his voice husky. "Besides, I thought you liked living dangerously?" His hand inched upward, his fingers dancing over the underside of my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now. Not after all the teasing, flirting". Sam nipped my earlobe, making me shiver. "Unless. you want me to stop?"

Sam's fingers moved swiftly, unbuttoning my jeans with precision and hauling them down my thighs, taking my soaked panties with them. He discarded them in an attitude of carelessness, his gaze devouring the exposed flesh.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone was playing with themselves while waiting for me," he purred, his voice drenched in a lusty amusement. "I think I know where to focus my attention first".

With a mischievous grin, Sam situated himself between my legs, the thick bulge of his erection pressing insistently against my clit. I gasped as he began to grind against me, the sensation overwhelming and delicious.

"Exactly, just like that," he cooed, watching my reaction intently. "You like it, don't you? My cock teasing your sweet little pussy".

But just before the pleasure overwhelmed me, he let go, abruptly leaving me aching and hollow.

Sam's hands undid the buttons on my shirt with deliberation. It was as if each slowly revealed inch of creamy skin was a revelation, or the prize in some kind of perverted Easter egg. Finally, he had uncovered my breasts to his voracious gaze. Bending, he captured the pointed nipple between his lips.

"Mmm, even better than I remembered," he whispered against my sensitive flesh, swirling his tongue around the hardened tip before sucking softly. "My dear, delicious sister". He let go of my nipple, planting kisses down my neck to my ear. "While you were out having fun at college, I missed this. Missed having you around, even if it was just to piss each other off". Sam's hands slid possessively over my curves as he turned his attention to my other breast, making me squirm with pleasure.

Sam's mouth moved lower, pressing a path of kisses down my stomach as his hands continued their exploration. He hooked a finger into the waistband of my discarded pants, tugging them farther down my thighs.

"I've been fantasizing about this", he admitted, his voice muffled against your skin. "About tasting you again, feeling you come apart under my touch".

With that, he lowered his head between my thighs, his hot breath fanning the slick folds. I cried out arching into him as his tongue delved into my warmth, lapping at my essence with an unbridled hunger.

"Yes, oh god, yes," I whined, tangling my fingers in his hair as he devoured me with single-minded focus. "More, please..."

With a sudden, abrupt movement, Sam pushed himself off me, slamming his palm hard against my throbbing cock. The sharp pain sent shockwaves through my body, leaving me gasping and writhing in confusion.

Laughing, he stood up, towering over me with an air of smug satisfaction. "Think twice before inviting Anna over again, sis," he teased, enjoying my agitated state. "Next time I might not be so gentle".

Before I had a chance to say a word, he landed another stinging blow, harder that time, and I yelped. "Or perhaps I will," he tacked on with a rakish grin. "Depends how good you are". - Sam turned his back to me and went for the phone on the nightstand. - Now get dressed and go. And don't forget what happens when you tease me too much.

As I fumbled around, getting my clothes together, still in shock from Sam's sudden rejection, a soft whine escaped my lips.

"My pussy hurts," I complained, wincing and trying to sit up gingerly.

Sam burst out laughing at how much discomfort I was in. "That's what happens when you play with fire. You should know better than to tempt me like that".

He got up from bed and leant against the doorframe, crossing his arms across his wide chest, observing you try to calm yourself down. "If it hurts that much, maybe you should do it yourself," he said with a smirk, which, of course, further bespoke his enjoyment of my misery.

My face flushed with embarrassment and disappointment, but I bit back my response-he was just looking for a rise out of me. Instead, I quickly finished dressing, anxious to get away from my infuriating stepbrother.