Last year I didn't look forward to spending Christmas in Texas with my sister and her family. But there was John, her husband, a huge, charismatic hunk of man. Good looking and absolutely loaded. I hadn't had sex in six months and was horny as a toad. Still, if he hadn’t made the first move, I never would have known how hung he was!
Then there was my sister's friend, Melissa. The three of us steamed up my windows, I can tell you. So this Christmas it's back to Texas, back to John. I'm really looking forward to it, but I'm nervous, too. What if we get caught?
Christmas is a time for family, getting together, and showing how much you care for one another. Our family has always been like that, eager to celebrate, but for me this Christmas is going to be a bit different. You see, my sister Chris married a great guy named John. I’m happy for her -- we all are -- but my feelings for John have changed. I don’t see him as just my brother-in-law anymore.
Chris has an idyllic life. John is loaded, and I mean loaded. She has a cleaner, a chef on call whenever she doesn’t feel like cooking, and she can afford to buy anything she desires. They live in Texas while I’m still living at my mother’s home in California.
Last year Chris and John invited the whole family to spend a few weeks. We declined; my mother said we couldn’t possibly afford a trip like that. But they live on a huge ranch and have plenty of room so there was no excuse for us not to come. John even insisted on paying for the fares.
The problem is that last year, while I was sleeping, John snuck into my room and my bed. At first I didn’t realise what was going on. We’d had a lot to drink and I’d forgotten where I was and then ... well, I couldn’t help myself.
John is a huge man, very charismatic, and he knows how to charm you. He’s good looking and seems devoted to Chris, which is why I was so shocked when he snuck into my room. If he hadn’t made the first move, I never would have known what a fabulously enormous cock he has and I wouldn’t be in this predicament.
I half-woke with his large, rough hands all over my breasts. It was heavenly. My nipples jumped to attention immediately and, before I knew it, he was inching up my nightie, his hot breath all over my neck. I’d broken up with my boyfriend six months earlier and was horny as hell.
When I realized what was happening, I kept my eyes closed, wanting him to think I was half-insensible due to the alcohol, but in reality I was wide awake and desperate for a good fucking. When his hand stole down between my legs, I moaned and tried to roll over -- you know, move away from him. It was a half-heartened attempt, so with a low chuckle he just rolled me back.
His fingers were groping my panties and, with a quick tug, he ripped them right off me. I gasped, thrilled and excited by his forcefulness. In a flash he was down at my snatch, nuzzling in, licking me with the flat of his tongue.
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