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Together under the mistletoe - Simon - 11-25-2025
LAUREN
This Christmas had to be perfect. It was the first one I could plan entirely on my own. Normally, my family went to my grandparents' house for the holidays, but this year they had decided to take a Christmas cruise to the Bahamas. That struck me as a bit odd. I've never liked warm weather during the holidays. I guess I'm old-fashioned.
So I was allowed to do everything this year. My older brother Corey came home for ten days between work assignments, so it was just him, our dad, and me. Dad never remarried after our mom's terrible car accident. Instead, he devoted himself entirely to raising Corey and me. I have no memory of my mom, but Corey is six years older than me and has told me all sorts of stories about her.
"Hey, Lauren, I'm picking up your brother from the airport. We should be home in a few hours," said Dad, coming down the stairs and grabbing his keys.
"Okay. I'll have dinner ready when you get back. Be careful." I'd always told him that. After losing one parent along the way, I didn't want to lose another.
"What's for dinner?" He smiled and walked through the kitchen to the garage.
"Burgers. Bacon cheeseburgers, to be precise."
"Mmm." He groaned deeply. "Sounds delicious. Do I need to bring anything?"
“I think you’re out of beer,” I reminded him. I’m only eighteen, so he drank all the alcohol in the house, even though it wasn’t much.
"Okay. Let's see what Corey wants. See you soon."
And he was gone. I definitely wasn't going to need two hours to make burgers, so I went down to the garage and started bringing down boxes of Christmas decorations. When I found out we were having a small Christmas, I was really excited about the decorations, and then I learned Corey could come. It was finally going to be like it used to be, before he moved out. Even though we usually went to our grandparents' house, Dad made sure we had our own traditions, and Corey always helped me with the tree.
Now I had to get four huge boxes out of the garage. That took almost an hour, and then Dad texted me that Corey was staying with him and they'd be home soon. So I started making dinner. I got absorbed in the cooking and was excited to see Corey again. He works on an oil rig off the coast and loves his job, but since I'm still in my senior year of high school, we can't just visit him whenever we want.
We hadn't seen him in person for almost six months. Six months can change a person. That's probably why I didn't recognize him right away when he came out of the workshop. The man in front of me was no longer my big brother. The old-fashioned, comic-book-loving, baggy-clothes-wearing nerd was gone, and now he stood before me as a massive, burly specimen. The kind of man who looked like he was modeling rugged clothing and had stepped straight out of the glossy pages of Bass Pro Weekly.
His jacket clung to his body, and the jeans he wore hugged his thighs. He had grown his beard to an impressive length, and when he took off his jacket, the long-sleeved shirt clung tightly to his massive muscles. Everything that makes me feel like a girl suddenly lit up, and I took in the attractive man standing there.
"Corey? Is that you?" I asked, trying to calm myself down. He's my older brother, for crying out loud. I shouldn't look at him like that!
"Hey, little sister." He smiled, and his deep brown eyes lit up. His gaze traveled over my body, lingering briefly on my chest, then lifted again. I didn't miss that! He took three long strides and then wrapped his full arms around my much smaller frame.
„Corey!“
COREY
I was trapped at sea for far too long. Working on an oil rig definitely has its advantages, especially the pay. But out there you're stuck with men. Only men. Not with a beautiful, young, healthy, sexy woman.
I pulled her closer and felt our bodies merge. It was wonderful to feel another human embrace after months of nothing. Well, not quite nothing, but what men do when they're trapped together alone is never discussed at home.
She smelled of cinnamon and lemon. Some kind of winter scent, which she'd undoubtedly created with shower gel, lotion, and perfume. Having a younger sister means getting to know all those girly things, but it definitely worked out.
Younger sister. Get lost, Corey, she's your younger sister!
It was so hard to tear myself away, but I did, and looked into her eyes. She wasn't that little girl anymore. She'd become a woman while I was gone. I brushed her long blonde hair over one shoulder, exposing her slender neck. I crunched with desire to penetrate her skin right there. She looked down, and I felt my erection twitch as her gaze lingered a little too long. It lifted again, and there was something mysterious and dark about her. "What the hell did you do while you were gone? Lived at the gym? Look at you!" She stroked my arms and squeezed them. I couldn't help myself; of course, I had to make an effort for her. Whenever a pretty girl shows appreciation, you have to give in, even if she's not your little sister anymore. “Well, there’s nothing else to do on the oil rig, so I usually go to the gym to beat the boredom. Otherwise, I’d just read comics and eat all day. Then I’d have to buy two seats on the plane,” I said, and she laughed. God, why did that sound like fucking music?
Her throat bobbed slightly as she did it. Damn it!
“Mmm, burger!” Dad’s deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I let go of it.
The world immediately felt colder when she was no longer with me.
Her eyes said it all as she turned away from me.
This was far from over.
"Everything's ready," her melodious voice sang through the air as a fresh gust of her cinnamon-lemon scent reached me when she turned around. "I made potato salad and... hey! Don't eat all that bacon, Dad."
"No fries?" he asked, chewing on a thick piece of bacon.
“No,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me. “Corey likes potato salad.” Her gaze pierced my gut, and then some. I had to turn away, so I wasn’t entirely sure what effect it had on me.
Everything about her touched my senses. The sight of her body, the scent of her perfume, the sound of her voice, and the lingering feeling of her body against mine. Only one sense remained. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.
"Haven't you put up the Christmas tree yet?" I asked, seeing four large boxes next to the door. I hadn't noticed them when I came in. I was distracted by something else.
“No, I wanted to wait for you,” she said, with that smile in her voice that I didn’t need to see. “Just like old times.”
"Come in, son. You must be starving," Dad said. I turned around, grabbed the plate he held out, and started shoveling the potato salad onto it. Lauren had made enough food for ten people, but Dad and I always eat a lot, so that wasn't a problem.
Dinner was delicious. We laughed a lot. That's the most vivid memory I have of home when I'm feeling down because I'm constantly staring at the same four walls at work. Dad always made sure there was lots of laughter at our house. He's a real joker and never lets anyone stay sad for long. I've missed that so much. We stuffed ourselves with the juiciest burgers I've ever eaten, and I devoured three huge portions of their potato salad.
When we were finished, she cleared the table, but Dad didn't let her do the dishes. He was always for fair work, so he cleaned up. I grabbed one of the beers we'd picked up on the way home and went outside. The air was cold and dry, bitterly cold. It was great! I loved cold weather on the holidays. We didn't have many cold days on the rig, which was probably for the best. It would be awful training in those conditions. I heard the door open behind me, turned around, and saw her slip through the opening. Damn, even in her thick jacket, she looked hot! Her long hair was swept back from her face and tucked under the thick hat she wore to retain body heat. I wished I were trapped…
"Wow, that's fresh!" she chirped as the wind hit her. She closed the door and rubbed her hands together. She moved closer to me, and I felt something unnatural pull at me. Something I didn't really want to stop. "Everything okay, Corey?"
"Yes. We don't often have such cold nights at work, so I thought I would enjoy it."
"I'm so glad you were able to come home for Christmas."
“Me too, I missed you, little brat,” I said. She grinned and rolled her eyes. She pretended to hate the nickname, but I knew she loved it. I took another sip of beer and felt a tingling sensation throughout my body as she came over and wrapped her arms around my sides. I put my free arm around her and pulled her close.
There it was again. That pulling sensation from something deep. Something forbidden. LAUREN
He was so warm. Everything about Corey was welcoming. All evening, he took deep breaths whenever I stood beside him. His body heat had enveloped me as we stood outside in the cold night air, and his eyes would scan my body every time he thought I wasn't looking. It made my own heat rise exponentially.
I could still feel the spirit of his hard body as I lay in bed, staring out the window at the moon. He'd only gone down the hall, but I swear some of his body heat was still trapped inside me. I kicked off the covers before I started to sweat. The warmth in our house was good, but never this good.
I lay in bed, thoughts racing through my mind. Thoughts I shouldn't be having. Not about him. Not about my own brother. But how could I do anything about it? The man who had come home looked like he'd devoured my brother. Muscle upon muscle, the thick beard, those dreamy eyes, and the bulge. What I'd seen was awe-inspiring and made me twitch. I could only imagine what it would look like in all its glory.
I had to tear myself out of the fluffy pajama pants I'd been wearing. Everything was just too hot. The thoughts, forbidden as they were, raced through my head like molten lava, and my heart pounded, pumping the heat through my veins. My hand wandered between my thighs, and I sighed.
“Corey,” I whispered as the image of his face appeared before my eyes.
His smile, his mouth, I wanted it right there. I wanted to wrap my thighs around his head and see the sky.
My other hand slipped under my T-shirt. I didn't wear a bra to bed. I knew he'd been glancing at my chest all night. I reckoned my tits had gotten bigger since we'd last seen each other. Maybe it was just curiosity in his eyes. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something much darker. I pulled my shirt up over my large breasts and squeezed my full chest, feeling desire shoot straight to my clit. Both my nipples hardened. Did Corey like big tits? Did he like curvy girls? Did he want some padding to push around in, as some of the vulgar boys at school would say? I wanted to find out! My mouth watered as my mind wandered into darker realms.
My bedroom door slid open, and I froze. It was a quiet movement, but one I heard loud and clear in the silence of my room. Someone closed the door quietly behind them. Behind him. There were only two other people in the house, and both were male. My brother and my father. My father? My pussy throbbed.
"Lauren?" he whispered. No, it wasn't Dad. "Are you awake?"
I didn't know what to do. If he came any closer, he'd see me. Oh God! My breasts were exposed, my hand was in my panties. What the hell was I going to do?
He stepped closer, and my breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded against my ribs as I watched the dark shadow move across my room until it stood right next to my bed. I barely opened my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Doesn't everyone fall asleep in masturbation positions?
“Shit,” I heard him breathe when he saw me. He moved carefully so as not to wake me, but I could see his body moving in the moonlight streaming through the window. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and something looked like a robe or a towel hung around his hips.
The scent of fresh soap filled my nostrils. Cinnamon and lemon. That was my soap, the one he must have just used in the shower. I should have joined him. I could have bathed his hard, muscular body with my hands. My pussy throbbed beneath my touch.
The towel fell away, and I saw his hand move. I barely opened my eyes to watch. He was caressing himself as he looked down at me. His eyes were fixed on my breasts. My nipples hardened into painful points, knowing he was staring.
I guess he did like big breasts. Maybe all men like big breasts?
My gaze fell upon his crotch. I almost moaned aloud when I saw how thick it was. I wanted to feel him stretch me, throat and pussy, with that monster. His chest was so well-shaped and with that masculine...
Covered in fur. Oh, how that must have felt on my sensitive nipples.
His hand paused, and I looked up. His eyes stared directly at me. I gasped, feeling the deep shock of having been caught. When he smiled,
I almost had an orgasm.
"You're a naughty girl who looks at your big brother's penis." He grinned.
"You're the one who's stroking him here in my bedroom." I replied teasingly and licked my lips.
"I know you wanted it. I saw you watching me all night, little brat." His voice was strained and hoarse. I moved my hand, and his gaze flickered there. "Shit." "Feels so good, right here, big brother."
"Lauren, you're so naughty." He smiled.
"Yes, that's me." I giggled and then pulled my panties down so that I was completely exposed to his dark eyes. His mouth dropped open when he saw me.
"Dirty little brat," he whispered, and then his other hand moved and grabbed me. My blood rushed as he came closer and closer to my thigh.
“Corey,” I gasped softly as the warmth of his hand touched the inside of my knee, but he didn’t stop. Slowly, he moved up the inside of my thigh and found my wet pussy. “Oh God.”
"Your pussy is so wet."
"Mmmmmm," I groaned, pressing myself against his hand. "Yes, big brother."
“Lauren, that’s so wrong.”
"But it feels so good." I felt him move his hand back and forth, and then he stimulated my clitoris with his thumb, and I saw stars.
"Shh, you'll wake Daddy up." He pressed his hand, the one that had been on his penis, against my mouth. I screamed against the precum-covered hand and lost myself in his touch. His thick arm moved faster, and he didn't stop. I bucked and writhed against him. He shoved two fingers into my mouth, and I sucked hard. "Damn it, Lauren!"
The fury of lust shut down the rational part of my brain as I reached for him. God, he was so thick! The searing heat of his cock
It glowed as it pulsed in my hand. I pulled, and he stepped closer. "Are... are you sure?"
"Mmmhmmm." I nodded and then looked directly into his eyes as I lowered my head.
"Ohhhh," he sighed as I closed my lips around the thick head of his penis. Pre-cum covered it, and I swirled my tongue around to taste it all. Much better than anything I could cook.
"Such a big cock, Corey." I was breathless as I shifted to a different angle. My other hand massaged his balls while his hand tightened against me.
My genitals moved. The other one came behind my head and began stimulating me at the pace he desired. His eyes remained fixed on my body as I continued.
"My God!" he gasped softly, throwing his head back. He stumbled as lust almost brought him to his knees. "Oops," he laughed.
"Here, crawl in." I moved aside as we separated, making room for him in my bed. However, he was lying facing the wrong way. His head was near the foot of the bed, and he had spread his legs wide with a sinister look on his face.
Screw it, if I'm allowed to do it, I'll see everything.
I switched on the lamp next to my bed and turned around to see the hottest thing of my life. He had his fingers and thumb around the base of his thick erection and was holding it straight up.
As I crawled over, his mouth was open. My confidence won out, and I wrapped my much smaller hand around his shaft and looked into his eyes again as I sucked him. I rubbed him briefly and quickly with my mouth, but then an important detail occurred to me.
"Oh, shit!" He gasped louder as I stroked his glans, but moved down and sucked on his balls. The thick head fit perfectly in my mouth, and I passionately bathed it with my tongue. His head fell back onto the mattress as he gripped the sheets on either side with his fists.
I gave the other side the same attention, knowing he would tear holes in my sheets if we weren't careful. I bathed him generously and then moved to his dripping tip. I wasted no time and swallowed him.
A little over halfway, and it hit my throat. I gagged and started rocking back and forth to cover up my ignorance. It wasn't the first time I'd had a cock in my mouth, but it was the first time I'd had one this big.
He breathed very softly and groaned deeply, which only made my clitoris throb again. I slobbered all over him and let my hand take care of what my lips couldn't reach. If I tried any further, it would get even louder, and Dad would catch us.
"Shit, Lauren, I'm so close," he gasped in a controlled whisper.
I didn't like that he was still in control, because I was going completely crazy with his cock in my mouth. My own brother!
The thought excited me again. Scorching hot, sinfully dark, and delicious all at once.
"Lauren, shit. I'm serious." He warned me again, but I didn't give a shit. I wanted it all. "Shit, shit! Do it again!"
What had I done? I thrust my throat deeper into his shaft, and I felt him hit my throat again. His knees rose on either side of my face, and he began to thrust into me. We moved in perfect rhythm, thrust after thrust. My hand worked his penis while my mouth kept pace.
His other hand came up, and he held both sides of my face while he fucked faster.
I took my hand off his penis and let him do everything. His balls slapped against my chin as he surrendered to me.
"Shit, I'm coming, Lauren. You fucking little brat. Dirty little sister. Swallow all of your big brother's cum. SHIT!" He roared, and I drank while he fed me everything. Thick loads splattered over my tongue, and I swallowed.
Victoriously, he raised both hands above his head as his head fell back onto the mattress, and I swallowed. Every drop he gave me went straight down my throat. I kept sucking until he pulled away because it
became too sensitive for him.
His chest rose and fell as I snuggled up to his side.
"I can't believe we just did that," he gasped, trying to catch his breath.
“Me neither.” I smiled as he pulled me down and kissed me. His arm wrapped around me, and his hand grabbed my big butt. We stayed like that for a while until he pulled away and stood up.
"Dad mustn't catch us together," he said, pulling the towel back around his hips. I didn't try to cover myself and let his gaze linger on me again. "Damn it, you're going to get me into serious trouble."
The thought made me smile.
COREY
The smell of bacon frying in a pan is one of the best things a man can wake up to. Even better is waking up with empty testicles. I was lucky in both respects.
I smiled and stretched. All my muscles tingled from the first movements of the morning. One muscle, however, wasn't quite ready to relax. I reached down and stroked it with a good morning caress before sitting up and rolling out of bed.
I still couldn't believe what had happened last night. My own sister hadn't just sucked my cock, she'd even swallowed my load. What a fucking high that must have been! My dreams were filled with her dark brown eyes, surrounded by thick blond hair, staring at me. Those swollen lips encircling my most intimate part.
Damn! How are we supposed to function after that?
Bacon to the rescue! That, and the thought of seeing her again, made me slip into the same jeans and T-shirt I'd driven home in. I still had to unpack the clothes I'd brought for my stay, but that could wait after coffee... and bacon. The house was warm, so I didn't bother with socks.
My stomach felt sick when I turned the corner into the kitchen and saw Dad standing there frying bacon. He was only wearing sweatpants.
"Morning, son," he said, turning the bacon in the pan. His eyes met mine, and I saw the reproaches in them. "Sleep well?"
Damn! We'd been caught. How was I going to get out of this? Or better yet, how was I going to protect Lauren? We'd both be in trouble, but she had to be shielded. I'd always protected her, ever since we were kids. I'd never had to protect her from our father, but I would if necessary. Nothing in my life had ever been more important to me than my little sister. That was truer now than ever.
"Yes, sir. Like a ball and chain." I shuffled over to the coffee pot and poured myself a large cup. "And you?"
“Yes,” he said, turning to me. His body was strong, like mine, but it had gained some extra padding from the years and perhaps a few more beers than necessary. “I slept well. I’m not as young as I used to be, and a few hours of driving really wears me out now.”
"Thanks again for picking me up. That saved me a really high Uber bill."
“Yes, without a doubt,” he said, taking a sip of his own coffee. A heavy tension hung in the air. He knew, he had to know, but instead of kicking me in the ass or throwing me out, he simply let the unspoken knowledge hang there.
It could have been worse.
“Listen,” he began, and my stomach churned. I didn’t go too close. My father had never been a violent man. Hell, I’d never seen him kill a fly, but then again, I’d never done what I’d done last night. My world was completely turned upside down, and anything was possible. “I’m really impressed with the progress you’ve made with your appearance. You look great, son. Perhaps we could do a few more training sessions together before you have to leave again.”
Dad had always been a healthy guy. He was a role model for me in what it meant to be a man, and I had always followed his example. He gave me the foundation and the confidence I needed to complete more strenuous training on my own on the oil rig.
“Yes, Dad. I would really like that.” I smiled and finally felt like I could keep up with him, perhaps for the first time in my life.
"Good morning," she sang behind me, and I froze. My whole body froze, especially my cock. Rock hard and barely concealed in jeans. She had to do a double take when she saw Dad almost naked, scooping bacon out of the pan and looking over at her.
"Good morning, sweetie," he smiled.
Her gaze flickered to me, and I tried to convey the message to him silently. He was suspicious, but nothing was confirmed yet.
"Bacon smells delicious," she said, walking over to him and looking at him. It was a casual movement, as if she were used to seeing him almost naked on a regular basis. My cock throbbed even harder at the thought. Had anything else happened since I left?
Wasn't I the first weakling in the family she had tried?
“I hope you’re hungry. I made a lot of bacon. Then I thought we could get these decorations out of the box,” said Dad, cracking a dozen eggs into a bowl and whisking them with a fork. As he turned to get the milk, Lauren looked at me and mouthed:
What the hell is going on here?
He turned around so quickly that I couldn't answer. "Yes, that sounds great, Dad," I quickly added as he squirted in the milk and
Then he poured the mixture into the bacon fat.
"Mmm, dirty eggs," Lauren said dreamily. Everything she did was so sexual. Had it always been like this, or was I just too horny for my own good?
We somehow managed to finish breakfast without me spilling anything on my jeans. While I washed the dishes, Dad and Lauren started by unwrapping the tree. That was, of course, the most important part. I put the last fork in the drawer, cleaned and dried it, before wiping down the stove and countertop, drying the sink, and throwing the dirty cloths in the laundry. When I got back to the living room, Dad was sorting the Christmas decorations while Lauren took the lights out of their holders. "Okay, where do I go?"
"Help me with the lights," Lauren said, tossing me a loose end, and off we went. Under her careful guidance, we wrapped the lights perfectly around the tree, and Dad had all the Christmas decorations hung up, ready to go. As Lauren and I did this, we kept exchanging glances.
My God, she looked so damn hot. The raw reality of what I knew from her mouth contrasted sharply with the purity of her soft voice, which sang of immaculate receptions, miracles, and silent nights. I wonder if she knew how much I wanted to make her scream because of it?
“Wow, it all looks great,” said Lauren almost three hours later, when the tree, the lights, the outdoor decorations and the villages on the mantelpiece and every smooth surface on the ground floor were finished.
"You did really well, little brat." I smiled and hugged her. Just for a second, sideways, not with the rib-breaking grip I would have loved to press against her head and fuck her wildly under the tree.
"Wait, one more thing," Dad said, leaning forward and taking something from the last box. His butt looked fantastic in those training shorts, even Lauren noticed. She bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed when I caught her. "Let's go."
Dad reached across the large, open door that led from the living room back into the kitchen. He fastened the decoration: a single, very large sprig of mistletoe.
“Dad, it’s kind of pointless hanging this up here, isn’t it?” Lauren asked, putting her hands on her hips. She looked at him as if he were about to ruin Christmas, until he turned around and made her blush bright red.
"Oh yes?"