Stepbrother for Christmas

by Amy Brent

  She half smiles and chews on her cheek.

  "I don't know, Dylan."

  I tuck a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her focus is on the pile of presents that are sitting underneath the Christmas tree. I can't wait to give her mine. Her fingers move restlessly, and she gnaws on her lip. This is the Crystal I love the most. It's the one whose mind is working a million miles per minute. She is such an intelligent, beautiful being, and I get to have her - all of her. My mind flickers to last night and my cock disappearing into her tight little asshole. Fuck, I came so hard last night. She glances at me.

  "Hey. Take a breath," I say. She does slowly. I lean in and kiss her cheek and then her neck.

  "Don't get me going right now," she hisses.

  "Why not?" I ask innocently. My hand reaches up and pulls on her bra. She slaps it away.

  "It's time to be serious."

  "Okay - and I seriously want you right now."

  "Dylan!"

  I pull away. I get the memo and lean back.

  "I'm sorry." Tears start to build up in the corner of her eyes. Her bottom lip begins to tremble.

  "Hey - hey," I start, wrapping my arms around her. "It'll be okay."

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I am so sorry, Dylan."

  I press lips onto her forehead, and hold her for a long moment, until her tears stop coming out of her eyes. "I'll break the news to mom and dad," I whisper. She looks up at me from my chest, where she was hiding.

  "You will?"

  "Yes. Of course, I will. You don't worry. I'll explain it to them. I love you." She takes a deep breath to regain her composure and slides back onto the couch. We wait for a moment. I try to take her attention of the impending conversation.

  "How's your uh -" My eyes look down at her rear end and wind back up at her. She laughs and shakes her head.

  "Oh my god. Are you seriously asking me that?"

  "What?" I laugh. "I am worried I broke it."

  "I'm fine!"

  "Good. Want to make sure I can use it again."

  She slaps my chest lightly and rolls her eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"

  I wiggle my eyebrows comically.

  "I can think of a few things." I pat my cock. She finds this funny.

  "Well - this is a surprise! We were not expecting you two to be awake, this early." George shouts behind us. Crystal almost jumps. I rest my hand on her arm.

  "Merry Christmas, Dad, Martha!" I shout.

  "Merry Christmas," Martha murmurs shuffling past us in her robe and sliding into her chair. She holds her hand on her forehead and takes a sip of water.

  "Had a good time last night?" Crystal asks her mom. Martha rolls her eyes.

  "Maybe a little too much fun."

  "That's the holiday spirit," I laugh. George walks into the kitchen and begins to make some coffee. The warm smell of fresh beans being crushed enters my nose. Snow begins to drift to the ground outside. Crystal keeps her gaze on me.

  "Anyone wants coffee?" my dad asks loudly.

  "Me," I say.

  "Same," Crystal shouts out.

  "Martha? How about you, honey."

  "No thank you. Water is all I need."

  George reappears handing us our mugs. The smell of peppermint creamer fills our noses, and I take a long sip. George takes his place next to Martha. He picks up the remote on the table, clicks the radio button, and begins to play holiday music. It fills the room softly.

  "So what were you two doing up so early? You weren't that excited to open your presents were you?" Martha asks, taking a long drink of water.

  Crystal looks at me, and I smile.

  "Well, actually. We wanted to tell you guys something."

  "What? That you two are in love?" George asks bluntly. My stomach drops slightly. Crystal and I look at one another then back to our parents stunned. For a moment, we both are speechless, but then Crystal clears her throat.

  "How did you know?" she asks, almost stammering as the words come out of her mouth.

  "Um - you mean how did we not know?" Martha laughs, rolling her neck. She looks at my dad and smiles. "We saw it unfold."

  "Saw what?" Crystal is baffled.

  "The looks mostly," Martha says, rubbing her forehead. "Specially at dinner. You two would just stare at one another. George and I felt like we had to force words out of your mouths."

  "And then you wanted to drive her back; then you came home early for Christmas. When have you been home for Christmas?" George asks me, raising his eyebrows. I shrug.

  "We figured we would just wait it out. See if our suspicions were true. We trust both of you and knew if it were anything real you would come to us. And look! We were right; here we are." Martha ends with one long sip of water. They are so calm about it all. I am truly baffled. I thought we hid everything so well, and that we were careful about every move.

  "So you aren't mad?" Crystal asks.

  "Mad?" my dad almost laughs. "Why would we be mad?"

  "Cause we-we are step-siblings," Crystal points to herself and then at me. Like she is trying to remind her parents of the situation and who their children are.

  "Okay, not real siblings. And you two didn't grow up together."

  Crystal and I look at one another and smile. I feel somewhat silly for hiding our feelings for so long, but overall am just glad everything has gone better than I thought it would.

  "Well, that's great," I say smiling. "We are really happy together. Truly."

  Crystal smiles and nuzzles into my shoulder.

  "We're happy for you two," George smiles. "You both deserve someone wonderful, and I can't think of a better match."

  "Enough of this serious talk though," Martha stands up. "It is Christmas, and I want to open some presents!" She walks over to the tree and starts to pass out the gifts. It feels as though a weight has been lifted off us both. We open the piles of presents. I wait until the last gift to give Crystal the diamond necklace I bought her. She almost starts to cry; she loves it so much. Tears spread down her cheeks.

  "Don't cry," I laugh, as I hook the clasp around her neck. "This is just the beginning."

  "I'm just so happy," she says, throwing her arms around me. I lean close to her ear so that our parents have no chance of hearing me.

  "Oh, believe me, baby. I'm going to make you very happy tonight."

  She pulls away and smiles.

  Late at night, when we have returned back from my grandmother's and our parents have gone to bed, Crystal and I sit at the fireplace. The warm heat washes over us as we sit on the floor, still surrounded by the Christmas carnage of opening presents. I look over at her sleepy eyes. Her new necklace sparkles around her thin, delicate neck. I want my cock to slide down her throat. I reach out an arm and grab her wrist, yanking her over my lap.

  "What are you doing?" she asks, trying to squirm out from under my grasp. I love it when she tries to escape.

  "Santa heard you have been a naughty little girl this Christmas," I say in a deep voice.

  "Oh my gosh," she laughs.

  "He heard that you have been fucking your step brother. That's not what nice little girls do. He asked me to make sure you get the punishment you deserve. Santa does not like naughty girls."

  "Tell Santa I'm not sorry, and that I like fucking my brother."

  I shake my head and tease her with my tongue.

  "You really are a ho ho ho."

  She laughs, but I yank her pants down. Her juicy ass sticks out, and I pull up on her red lacy thong. She winces, and then I spank her hard on her ass. It bounces under my hand.

  "Ah," she breathes out. I spank her again.

  "Are you going to be a good girl?" I ask. My hand rubs her cheeks now, massaging where they are growing red and puffy.

  "What happens if I say no," she whispers. Smack. My hand falls back on her bare ass. She closes her eyes and clenches her jaw.

  "I don't think you will like what happens then," I say. My cock is hard as a rock
and pushes against my jeans filling with blood.

  "Fuck, no," she says drawing each word out between her teeth.

  "That's too bad," I say, shaking my head. My fingers slide into her sticky drenched pussy. My fingers move in a come-hither motion inside of her. She starts to squirm under my grip. "No, no. You have to take it."

  I pump my fingers harder inside of her slit. My thumb pushes on her erect clit, just the way she likes it. Her breathing becomes fast and heavy. She is trying her best not to come. "Good girls shouldn't like being touched by their brother," I say into her ear. My fingers dig faster. She arches her back, yearning for more. My hard cock pushes against her tight stomach. As soon as she is about to orgasm, I pull my hand away.

  "No! No! Please, fuck. Don't stop, Dylan. Please," she whines, lifting her ass up and shaking her pussy in my face. My neck bends down, and I lick. She moans in the relief I am offering, but I pull my neck away.

  "Naughty girls don't get to cum," I say, petting her ass and back gently.

  "What do naughty girls get then?" she asks. I flip her around, so she is lying flat on her back. In one motion, I unzip my pants and pull out my throbbing member. She looks at it hungrily. Her tongue runs across her lips. I roll on top of her, so my cock rests above her mouth, and I push it in the past her pouty lips. I thrust fast and hard as I fuck her mouth. A moan escapes my throat. I bury my cock deep into her throat, making her take it all. I feel her hand reaching for her clit, but I grab her arms and hold them above her head. I pump deeper into her orally. She almost chokes, but she can handle it.

  "You're doing a good job, Crystal. Santa may forgive you." She whimpers in response, through a mouthful of my cock. "Would you like that?" I ask. She nods. Her tongue bobs up and down along my cock. I pull my dick out, but she lifts her head. Her mouth finds one of my balls, and she begins to suck. An intense tingling hits me, and when she moans, the vibrations spread through my body. "That's - uh- a good - ah- girl," I whisper in between moans. She attacks my cock more ferociously now. Sucking harder. Her tongue twists around my sensitive sac. Her mouth is warm and humid. She reaches out and starts to jerk off my twitching member. I almost can't take it anymore. I buck my cock back into her mouth. Her poor, hungry pussy lifts up and down in search for some form of relief. I give one last hard thrust in the mouth and then pull my cock out. I roll next to her and push her onto her side. She lifts her leg instantly, and I slide my cock inside of her pussy. She tightens instantly around it and cums.

  "Oh, god - fuck." She shakes against me, but I am just getting started. My hands attack her enlarged clit, rubbing it back and forth. My other hand squeezes her nipples. "Oh, Dylan. Mhmm. Fuck. I - uh - uh." She can't even finish; my cock is in charge of her body now. It dives deeper into her. It slides out wet and solid then rams into her damp paradise.

  "You're such a bad girl for liking this," I whisper harshly in her ear. She sticks her butt back and shakes it as my cock finds its way up and down. I slip my thumb into her ass, squeezing hard. She yelps and her eyes almost roll back into her head. "God," she groans. My other hand falls into her mouth. She sucks on my finger eagerly. I am in every one of her holes. She cums again, right away. This time her pussy pulses and tightens so much, it almost pushes my cock right out. Her ass clenches around my finger. Waves of electric sensation fall over her and onto me. I climax dumping myself into her. I give her a few last pumps, but then I pull myself out. She lays there limp and exhausted on the ground next to me.

  "Merry Christmas, baby," I whisper into her ear. "I love you."

  "I fucking love you too," she says back. "Does Santa forgive me now?"

  "He does," I nod with a big grin, nuzzling her neck.

  "Good. I was really worried."

  "You don't ever have to worry about anything, ever. I got you forever," I say.

  She kisses me, long and slowly. Her lips tingle against mine.

  "Forever," she whispers.

  Epilogue

  Crystal

  I walk out of the auditorium. It feels so hot outside now. I scan my eyes through the large crowds of people. Then I see Dylan sticking his arm out high and waving. We make eye contact and smile, waving back so he knows that I have seen him. I walk over. Martha and George hug me first.

  "We are so proud of you," George says, patting my back.

  "Thank you so much," I say with a smile. Martha hugs me again, but I keep my eyes on Dylan. I haven't seen him in a while. I have been swamped with school work. I just want to attack him. Every day away from him is the absolute worst. As soon as I am about to hug him, Martha grabs my arm.

  "We need to get some pictures."

  I roll my eyes.

  "Mom, please. It can wait."

  "Seriously," she snaps. I shake my head it's not worth the fight. It never is with her. "Thank you," she says to me when she knows that I have no choice but to comply with her demands. I roll my neck and make eye contact with Dylan. He finds this all amusing.

  "George, stand next to the big graduate. Crystal is in the middle. Okay?" her sharp voice demands.

  Martha holds out her hands.

  "Move, closer!" she shouts, trying to get him a step closer to me. George places his arm around my shoulder, and Dylan slips his arm around my waist.

  "Oh, you look so beautiful, honey," she says while looking through her phone screen camera. My blue graduation gown is slightly unzipped, and my cap is tilted on my head. My long hair is curled and falls on either side of my shoulder. I did it. I finished college. The warm spring air fills my nose. Hundreds of other graduates pass us in their robes with their families. I look over at Dylan. He looks so handsome in his suit. His eyes are sparkling bright. He looks down at me and smiles. I just want to kiss him so badly right now. His muscles bulge underneath the tailored outfit. I might start drooling. It isn't easy to be next to someone this hot. I don't care how many times I have seen him naked. It really never gets old. He is so handsome. My mom snaps her fingers to get my attention. I roll my eyes. Why does she have to act like this?

  "Okay, perfect," Martha says. "On the count of three. One-" I smile. "Two." George suddenly steps out of the frame. "Three." Dylan falls to the ground. My eyes grow wide. He is on his knees next to me, looking up. He reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a small black box. My heart stops, and I cannot believe what is happening. He opens the box to reveal a large diamond ring, with a white gold band. It sparkles and shines in the sun. I cover my mouth with my hand and take a step back. My heart is racing a million miles per minute. I hear my mother squeal out from the corner of my eye. But I keep my focus on Dylan.

  "Crystal -" he begins.

  "Yeah," I say softly back, watching him. I think I might pass out. Tears are already brimming in the corners of my eyes, and he has only spoken my name.

  "From the moment I saw you at the top of the stairs this fall, I knew that I wanted you. You are so smart and beautiful. No one will ever compare to how truly wonderful you are. I am so lucky to have been blessed with you, and I want to make sure that no matter what happens I will have your love forever. Crystal Rues will you, please do me the honor and marry me?" He is shaking, but his eyes are firm, and a large smile is plastered over his lips. I jump up and down and begin to scream like a wild manic.

  "Yes!" I shout. He takes my hand then and slowly slides the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly. When he stands up, I jump into his arms. "I love you so much," I say. He holds me close to his chest and spins me around. I feel like I am high and nothing can bring me down. I cannot believe it. Once upon a time, I doubted my chances with my stepbrother, or with any man for that matter. But now here I am, engaged to the most wonderful man in the whole world.

  We kiss one another. People walk by us staring, some clap, others shout words of congratulations. I pull back from Dylan and look deeply into his eyes. He kisses my forehead.

  "I told you, Crystal," he whispers.

  "What?"

  "I got you forever. I mean it. You are my everyth
ing."

  I lean against his chest.

  "Forever," I say again repeating the word over in my head. We leave that day, to begin our lives together. We promise our parents that we will never miss another Thanksgiving or Christmas again.

  ***End of First Story***

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