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Author’s Note: I know some folks are holding out for the next chapter of On Changing Ground and the long-promised follow-up story to Anywhere: A Night with Amy Lee. I am still planning both. For the moment, I hope you’ll enjoy a new and different tale.
*****
The warmth of the house was a welcome change from the biting chill in the air outside. I was greeted right away by my young niece and nephew, who both looked anxiously at the bag I was carrying.
“Are those for us?” my nephew asked bashfully. His sister peaked out from behind him. She was barely four and wasn’t quite sure she remembered me. The two were night and day, him with dark hair like his mother, and her with much lighter, almost golden hair, like their father.
“I don’t know,” I said, teasing. “Maybe you should take the bag to the tree and find out!”
My nephew snatched the bag and disappeared into the living room, only to reappear moments later with their mother just behind him.
Crystal smiled as she entered, and suddenly the room was much brighter. Her dark, endless eyes were reduced to slits as the edges of her mouth curled upward gently.
“I didn’t hear a thank you in here,” she said.
“Thank you,” her kids impatiently mumbled, not nearly as interested in the gift-giver as in the gifts themselves.
“You’re welcome,” I said. They bounded off to see what goodies I had brought for them, leaving Crystal and me to gaze somewhat awkwardly at each other.
“Thanks for coming,” she said. “Merry Christmas.”
“Thank you for inviting me. You look…wow.”
Crystal hid her quickly reddening cheeks in my chest as she pulled me into a hug. I squeezed her back, lifting her off her feet for a moment. She laughed as I set her back down.
“Are you ever going to stop doing that?”
“Sure, when you’re taller than me.”
“Like that’s going to happen. What’s in the other bag?”
“What other bag?”
Crystal scowled at me as she reached behind me.
“The one that bounced off my ass when you picked me up.”
She grabbed the small bag from its unfortunate hiding place behind my back and looked inside. Her eyes lit up once more as she produced the bottle of Bailey’s from within. “You know me too well,” she said. “I ran out weeks ago and haven’t been able to get anymore.”
“It’s not much, but Merry Christmas anyway,” I said.
“It’s more than enough. How do you want yours? Hot chocolate? Coffee?”
“Hot chocolate would be great.”
Crystal started rattling around the cabinets, digging out glasses and two K-Cups of hot chocolate. I was amazed at how together and calm she seemed, especially in light of the fact that my idiot brother had up and left her and the kids just before Thanksgiving.
I took a moment to drink in the beautiful sight before me. Crystal wore a black sweater with a sweeping v-neck that plunged down her delicate, lightly freckled neckline. A snug black and red skirt and black stockings complemented her curvy hips and legs. Atop it all, a red hat with white fur rested atop her jet black hair.
I knew in my heart that a beautiful body doesn’t make you a beautiful person. But I also knew Crystal and I couldn’t understand why in the hell my brother would ever walk away from her.
The smell of hot chocolate drifted over from the Keurig. Crystal pulled the first mug off and then started the second. I had the Bailey’s ready to go and added it to both mugs. A moment later, we had them raised in a toast.
“To new beginnings,” I said. Crystal nodded and we klinked glasses.
“To new beginnings,” she repeated. “And to new bottles of Bailey’s!”
We laughed and toasted and drank deep. The hot chocolate mixed with the burning alcohol and singed my throat on the way down, even as the sweetness of the cocoa drowned my taste buds. When we put our mugs down, Crystal’s was nearly empty; a sign that perhaps she wasn’t holding together quite as well as I thought.
*****
Few things are more awkward than walking into a room full of people that find your very presence offensive because of something someone else did. I didn’t especially appreciate that kind of judgment. I was not my brother, and had gone to great lengths to prove that (to myself more than anyone). So it didn’t surprise me when half of the dozen people already seated regarded me as one might regard a newly discovered mole in a sensitive place.
Despite their lack of cheer, I made sure to smile and greet each of them in turn: from judgmental backstabber Debbie, to her neanderthal of a husband, to the family gossip Regina. My smile was wide, my tone pleasant, and my wish that they’d all get run over by reindeer upon leaving sincere.
The room itself was warm and cheerful. It was L-shaped, boasting a wood burning fireplace on the right wall and a bay window straight ahead. Most of the guests were seated around the fireplace. A beautiful douglas fur held pride of place in the center of the bay window, with ribbons of red and gold swirling Onwin downwards amidst twinkling white and red lights and a variety of subtle, tasteful ornaments.
To the left, the upright of the “L” contained additional chairs and a modest flat screen television. Two girls were standing in front of it, playing a Christmas bowling game on a Wii.
“Kealy’s been staying here for a few days to visit with her sister,” Crystal said, nodding at the older girl.
I hadn’t seen Kealy in years. At 20, was the oldest child of Melanie, who was married to Crystal’s brother, Doug – well, married to and divorced from and occasionally hooking up with. Crystal’s brother never bothered adopting her so she remained the aloof and distant pariah. Judging from her oversized, off-the-shoulder black top, abundant eye makeup, and purple tips on her platinum blond hair, I suspected she was living the part.
“You suck!” she said at her gaming partner.
“Hey,” Crystal said. “You only see Jemma once every few months – be nice.”
“She’s just mad cuz she sucks at this,” Jemma said with a smirk.
At 18, Jemma was a few years younger than her half sister. She was one of two kids Doug had fathered with Melanie, and the only one of the two who was ever around. Most often she just stayed with Crystal. Her mom was never home and her father was usually strung out, so it was helpful for her to have a somewhat stable place to crash.
Jemma was almost as tall as Kealy, with golden hair framing a delicate, pretty face. Her emerald green eyes sparkled against the light of the tree, and her thin set lips were seldom not turned upwards in perpetual amusement. She carried herself with the grace and wisdom of a woman twice her age, yet still possessed that ornery, mischievous streak common to teens and young adults. It was an attractive combination, and combined with her slim, lithe dancer’s physique would no doubt break a million hearts. Part of me desperately wished I was ten years younger so I could be one of them.
Wow, I thought. The booze is working fast tonight.
Chalking the thought of ravaging my only-recently-legal-niece-in-law up to the alcohol, I found myself a chair near the TV and watched the girls play. I received hugs from my niece and nephew after they opened their gifts. Each declared themselves very happy with their gifts, and even Crystal gave me a thank you embrace for my trouble. Not that it was trouble at all – after what they had endured, the little ones needed a bit of joy to hold onto.
The evening passed pleasantly, if a little slowly. While I remained away from the more unfriendly guests, I found myself talking with Kealy and Jemma much more. They had each faced a challenging year, first in being separated as Jemma’s parents split up, then separated further when Kealy went to stay with her biological father who lived out of state. They saw each other only on holidays now, so those days took on a more special meaning than they might have otherwise.
Jemma, I learned, was now getting into competitive dancing. She showed me a tilt and a split that both made my eyes water, especially since she did them in her form-fitting jeans. Her flexibility was impressive, and I again found my mind drifting down roads best not traveled.
Time to ease off on the alcohol, I thought. Never mind that I hadn’t had more than a few sips since sitting down. She was my niece; not by blood, but in every other way. No matter how tempting and sweet the forbidden fruit was, I didn’t want to cross that line, even in my head.
Little did I know how challenging that would become.
*****
It was approaching 11:00 PM by the time most of the guests had left. Kealy and Jemma had disappeared into Jemma’s room, and Crystal’s own kids were tucked into bed. After all that drinking, I had made my way upstairs to the bathroom to relieve myself and throw some water on my face.
My eyes were bloodshot from the alcohol and exhaustion. I thought about asking if I could crash on the couch, rather than risk an unfortunate accident on the way home. I wasn’t sure about proper protocol when dealing with your sibling’s nearly ex-wife, but at that particular moment I didn’t really care.
Besides, if I was being honest, it wasn’t just the alcohol. I loved spending time with Crystal. I always had, though our moments together were rare. We had the same smart ass sense of humor, the same fetish for fine cheeses and Bailey’s, the same love of old movies. I always felt we would have made a better match than my brother. If only I’d had the courage to speak out first.
If only. Two little words that I hated more than most any others. Two little words that summed up every regret I had in my life.
On my way back down, I noticed a bedroom light was on and the door opened little more than a crack. I heard a noise from within, as though someone were crying. Thinking Crystal had come up to get away and have a cry, I carefully looked inside.
The room itself was dimly Onwin Giriş lit by a desk lamp. An iPad was plugged into a dock on a nearby dresser. The dock had brightly lit speakers that changed colors over time as they sang out “Cupid Carries a Gun”. So there was plenty of light to glimpse part of Kealy’s pale white leg emerging from her blanket on the bed.
The blanket covered little. Her naked breasts were visible, and she ran her hands over them and down her pale, flat stomach.
The baggy clothes don’t do her justice at all, I thought. Of course, she would argue that was the point.
The “crying” I thought I heard was actually Kealy gasping. Both of her hands were under the covers now, and I thought maybe she was masturbating. But the blanket shifted, and I saw golden hair nestled firmly between Kealy’s thighs.
Jemma was eating her sister out, and suddenly I was rooted to the floor.
Kealy bucked and groaned, a handful of her younger sister’s hair firmly in her grasp. The younger girl appeared to know just what she was doing. Her tongue darted around and inside of Kealy’s clean shaven slit, coaxing out more soft sighs and muddled gasps.
Kealy’s hands vacillated between pulling Jemma’s hair and squeezing her own breasts, keeping her nipples hard. Once or twice she started to rub her clit but each time, the ever observant and attentive Jemma would move her tongue or one of her fingers there to help. Her other hand was busy as well: as she shifted with Kealy’s legs, I saw her arm between her own legs and heard her own soft groans against her sister’s pussy.
I was paralyzed. There was so much wrong with the scene before me. This girl was expertly devouring the pussy of her older sister and all I could do was watch, utterly captivated, transfixed at the groans, at the tight young bodies writhing on the bed. I’d felt a tightening in my pants from that first moment, and seeing Jemma ‘s tongue at work, I found myself unconsciously rubbing it.
Kealy cupped Jemma’s face and gently pulled her up for a kiss. Their mouths opened wide and their tongues eagerly sought each other out. Both girls whimpered softly against the others’ lips, and Jemma’s hands roamed freely over her sister’s body.
Kealy’s hands slid down Jemma’s impressively muscular back and over the curves of her round ass, stopping to tease her slit from behind. Jemma trembled and moaned, breaking the kiss when Kealy slid her fingers inside. She fell atop Kealy as the older girl slid a second finger inside of her. She groaned and ground her hips back against Kealy’s fingers. Her groans grew more frantic, and I expected her orgasm to hit any second, but it didn’t.
Instead, Jemma slid off of her sister’s lap and playfully shoved her down on her right side- Jemma took a position behind Kealy and began kissing her older sister’s neck. Slowly her young lips worked their way down Kealy’s graceful neckline, while her left hand caressed and explored every inch of Kealy’s breasts and abs. She teased around Kealy’s pussy, before her hand disappeared behind Kealy’s ass.
Kealy groaned and lifted her left leg slightly. Jemma had two fingers buried in her sister’s pussy, with her thumb extended over Kealy’s clit. The older girl moved her hips in time with Jemma’s thrusting, and in moments they had a very natural rhythm going.
Kealy turned her head and cupped Jemma’s cheek with her left hand. Jemma kissed her sister, their mouths practically swallowing each other. I found myself wondering how many times they’d done this, for Jemma to be so experienced. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself at least as much as Kealy.
I wanted to interrupt. I wanted to place myself behind Kealy and fuck her while her sister watched. Truth be told, I wanted to fuck them both, but I chalked it up to the booze yet again.
The groans that rolled from Kealy’s full lips didn’t help matters; groans that turned into muffled screams into her pillow when Jemma slipped a third finger inside, then pulled Kealy’s hair with her free hand.
The hair pull had apparently torn it; Kealy’s eyes hit the back of their lids and her body began to convulse. She rolled onto her stomach the rest of the way and bucked her hips backwards so hard, I thought Jemma would be knocked off the bed. But she held her ground, pulling Kealy’s hair and slamming her fingers even faster into her sister’s quivering pussy.
All at once, Jemma pulled all of her fingers and slid behind her sister, whose ass was now in the air as her face was buried in the pillow. Jemma plunged her tongue into Kealy’s pussy. She smacked Kealy’s ass again as she did it, then brought her fingers up to work with her tongue. Kealy’s grip on the bed was iron, and she tore off the fitted sheet in seconds.
“Oh my fuck, Jemma! Oh fucking fuck!”
She mumbled some other things then screamed into her pillow as her body shook over and over, then finally collapsed. Jemma grinned – the confidence was very sexy – and licked the backs of Kyle’s Onwin Güncel Giriş thighs. She slowly kissed upwards, over Kealy’s tight ass, up her back. Kealy rolled over and Jemma traced her tongue around her sister’s nipples, then nibbled at her neck.
When their lips finally met, Kealy’s tongue invaded Jemma’s mouth. It was intense and every bit as erotic as the entirety of what I had just witnessed, wrapped up into an impassioned, soul touching kiss.
The girls split apart for a moment. Kealy gave Jemma an inquisitive look. Jemma shook her head.
“Let me try again,” she said. “I had trouble the first time too.”
“You don’t have to,” Jemma said. “I’m sure it’ll happen eventually.”
Kealy cupped the side of Jemma’s face. “Let me.”
The two kissed again, as Kealy rolled on top of Jemma. She kissed down her little sister’s neck, over her breasts. I got a better look at Jemma’s naked body and it was fantastic: lean and muscular, every inch of her. Her thin lips were clean shaven as well, though I only glimpsed them before Kealy’s head came between us.
Jemma’s groans were intensely erotic to me. I’d forgotten how it sounded to have sex with someone less experienced and just at the first step of adulthood; I hadn’t done it since I was that age myself. Sadly, it was not to last, as Jemma gently pulled Kealy back up after only a few moments. They kissed.
“Just lay here with me,” she said. “Mom will be here to get you soon.”
Kealy looked at her sister with overwhelming affection in her eyes. In all the years I’d known Kealy I had never seen her so sincere and caring. Suddenly the entire experience took on a different light.
The girls embraced, still naked and glistening with sweat. I slowly stepped backwards, wondering if Crystal knew anything about what went on under her roof.
I didn’t think it was right to tell her. What I saw between Kealy and Jemma was obviously something they both needed. I didn’t fully understand it; I had a sister myself and I suppose if we weren’t related I’d find her attractive. But I didn’t think I could ever do any of the things I just witnessed to her.
I decided to stay silent, though I would later come to realize that there was really no need.
******
An hour later, all the guests were gone. Kealy had left, whisked away by her impatient mother who paced the kitchen floor and tapped her foot with unbridled enthusiasm until her oldest was out the door. I helped Crystal straighten out the kitchen. We sipped wine and listened to Christmas music while packing away leftovers in faux tupperware containers with mismatched lids. When all was said and done, we nestled into the couch with a plate of cheese and crackers and two glasses of red wine.
It was a relief to put my feet up. The right side of Crystal’s couch contained an elongated pillow that extended out well beyond the other two cushions, like a built-in ottoman or foot rest. She called it her “couch bed” which was as accurate a monicker as I could think of. I reclined back into the soft cushions and breathed deeply. It had been a lovely but bizarre evening so far. Try though I had, I couldn’t get the images of Jemma and Kealy’s encounter out of my head. It was all I could do to hide the erection that had developed from thinking back on what I had seen.
Crystal placed the cheese plate on the couch right next to me, and sat on the other side. After a brief discussion, we knew there was only one movie to watch on December 23rd: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. It was a mutual favorite that we had watched together dozens of times. We were engaged enough to laugh, but we knew it well enough for it to not require our full attention. This allowed our banter and conversation to flow in the background, and made the evening that much more enjoyable.
Despite the fun, Crystal seemed agitated. She had a difficult time keeping her legs still, even after losing the stockings and slipping into a cute pair of reindeer footies. She had also shed her outer sweater, leaving a black tank top to cover up her festive red and green bra. More than once, she squeezed her hands between her thighs as if trying to warm them up.
“You cold?” I asked, tossing another cheese cube in my mouth.
“No. Why?”
I nodded to her hands between her thighs. She immediately flushed and looked away from me.
“No, I’m not cold,” she said.
“Then what’s wrong? You anxious?”
“I was,” she admitted. “Earlier, when everyone was still here and it was all crazy. I took something for my nerves.”
“Didn’t help?”
She bit her lip and looked away. Whatever she was trying to say, it was clearly awkward for her. “It helped,” she said.
“I’ve known you for almost twenty years, and I’ve never once seen you this bashful,” I observed.
She sighed. “Fine, but this doesn’t leave this room, okay? Sometimes if I take an ativan after I’ve had something to drink, I get really, incredibly, ridiculously…horny.”
She couldn’t look me in the eye, but I could see three shades of fire all over her forehead and ears. I chuckled politely. It clearly bothered her and I didn’t want to upset her.
“Horny,” I mused. “That’s a new one. You sure you took the right pill?”
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