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Home for Christmas (MF, inc)
by Anonymous (c) 1996

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This is yet another story about having sex with frustrated
teenagers. If you can't deal with it, get over it.

    I couldn't stand the thought of having to travel 300 miles just
to have turkey and receive gifts I didn't want.  Going home for
Christmas just isn't worth the time or trouble, because I never
seem to enjoy putting up with my large stepfamily. See, mom married
a man three years ago who had already had 12 grandchildren- The
youngest, 2, the oldest, a scant six months away from my 23 years
of age.  Most of them are quite obnoxious, they spoke strictly
sarcasm, and the youngsters were terrors. You couldn't find a place
to sit much less be alone in our two-bedroom house. I just knew I'd
be relegated to the sofa that night.
    Still, I drove home, thinking if it gets too crummy, I could
just drive home the next day after exchanging presents.  I was not
expecting to stick around long enough for New Year's.  When I
arrived, I was immediately greeted my my Mom, who had already been
dipping into the sauce. She lurched about while she drunkenly asked
about classes and my work with the radio station at school.
    "Jesus, I'm not home five minutes and everything's already
shit," I said to myself. "I may just say 'Screw Christmas' and
leave now."
    As if on cue, a band of wild-animal-youngsters came bounding
into the room.
    "Danny Danny Danny! Come look at my new Nintendo! Come look at
my new $500 shoes!  My VCR!  My Stereo!" Josh, my geeky step-nephew
clammored, as though his 11-year old dick would spurt green come if
he didn't show off his premature Christmas booty.  I followed the
overexcited brat into the first bedroom, where he had his stash
already configured.  As he showed me his new toys, I saw his
18-year-old sister Ami sitting on the bed, looking wistfully out
the window.  When she noticed me in the room, she smiled just a
little.  Clearly something was bothering her.
    "And this is the new flizzem-flozzem gronko..."  Josh prattled
as he proudly showed off his electronics.  I tuned him out as I
gazed over at his beautiful sibling.  Ami had switched to lying on
her side with her back to us.  I mentally traced the line from her
ankles up her slender thigh, curving around her pert little ass.  I
traced the cleft of each cheek and the center seam of her
deliciously tight black jeans.  I thought of how I would run my
hands over those taut little cheeks, savoring her perfect young
body.
    "Danny!" Josh screamed, sensing I had lost interest.  Ami
rolled over onto her opposite side, now facing us and said, "Don't
mind Josh, Dan... he's been like that all afternoon.  I told mom
and 'nana that they shouldn't have given him his presents a day
early."  I was oblivious to what Ami said, though, admiring the
change in her topography.  The line from her feet now led to her
tiny waist, which led me down her fly to the "Y" shape where her
legs met her young womanhood.  I imagined what her juices tasted
like.  I followed her curves upward to her sweet breasts, concealed
by her clingy top.  I briefly gazed into her hazel eyes, framed by
her shoulder-length auburn hair. I felt like touching the soft
flawless skin around her pouting little lips. I felt my dick press
against my jeans, looking to escape. I felt guilty even thinking
about Ami-- I mean, we were supposed to be "family," but we had no
biological relationship and a rather flimsy legal one. I reminded
myself that incest is only with blood relatives.  I left the room
to see how long dinner would take. For some strange reason, I was a
bit hungry.
    The hours of the evening passed glacially.  We had to go
through all the usual corny holiday rituals...  Singing carols,
thawing the turkey...  Trying to roast chestnuts over a gaslog.
Throughout the evening, I looked Ami's way and found she wasn't
enjoying the "festivities" as much as I was, and I wasn't enjoying
them at all.
    Finally, all the kids were hustled to bed, some being taken to
hotels (thank god) and the house was finally quiet.  I went into
the bathroom to wash up before hitting the bed.  After I finished,
I heard some muffled moans from the bedroom across the hall.  I
stooped down in front of the door and peeked through the gap
between door and floor.  I saw Ami sitting on the floor, her
nightshirt hiked-up over her belly, furiously finger-fucking
herself.  I felt the blood race through my veins...  I debated the
possibilities...  Should I go in and put this sweet baby out of her
misery and risk mortally embarassing her?  Or should I let her
continue to be unfulfilled by her own hands?
    I decided to go for it.  I casually opened the door and walked
in.  Ami quickly jumped to her feet, shaking, tears welling in her
eyes.  I feigned embarrasment, saying, "Ooops... I'm SO sorry Ami!"
 I put my arms around Ami to try to comfort her.  Ami put her head
against my chest and continued sobbing.
    "What's the matter, hmmm?" I asked, stroking her hair.
    "Dan, I'm going crazy with all these feelings... I don't want
to just jump into bed with some guy I really don't know or be
promiscuous, but I need somebody to satisy me."
    "Ami, I know it's tough going through this time... with all
these got to keep in mind what
you really want."
    I began kissing Ami gently, only to find her probing her hungry
tongue in my mouth. I broke the kiss only long enough to say "Is
this what you need? Do you want3er nightshirt over her head and
dropped it to the floor.  I led her to the bed and bent over her,
kissing down her belly to her mons.  I reached up and began
caressing one of her swolen nipples, twirling it between my fingers
as she began moaning.  Ami guided my head down between her steaming
legs and begged me to taste her.  I plunged my tounge between her
labes and began licking her juices from her carnal harbor as she
moaned louder.  Ami guided me around so she could get her mouth
around my cock.  I almost felt like shooting my load when she took
me in between her satiny lips.  She ran her tongue up and down my
shaft as I sucked her swolen clit harder.
    Then she froze, legs locking, back arching, barely saying
"Omigod mmmmm!" as her juice began coating my tongue.  I felt Ami
quiver as she continued coming.  When she finally came down, I spun
around to face her. I began rubbing my swolen cock against her
slit, swirling her juices around her twat, teasing her clit with
the head of my dick.
    "Ami, do want it in you?" I asked her, wondering how far she
could bear to go.
    "Yes... Stick it in me now!" she begged me, thrusting her
crotch up against my cock.  I began to slide the head between her
labes, swirling it around before trying to go deeper. When I
pressed further, Ami gave a little cry of both discomfort and
ecstacy.  She met my strokes as I began to thrust into her with
authority.  Ami whimpered with pleasure as her walls tightened
around my rod.  When she began arching again, I couldn't hold back
any longer so I spewed my come into her dripping snatch, riding the
orgasm with her as I collapsed on top of her.   Ami reached up and
began stroking my hair, whispering, "That was wonderful... exactly
what I wanted... I needed it so bad I wanted to die... And then you
came along."  I slipped out of the bed to lock the door and
returned to cuddle my newfound lover. I knew I could stay with her
until morning since Mom wouldn't rise until nearly noon.
