Readers: This story was submitted over 10 years ago and was up for a good five years before it was taken down - apparently because of some minor under-age references. It took me a good five years to get around to correcting them, so I am re-submitting the amended story. This story got amazing comments at the time - and I continue to get emails from readers who ask where it went. Well, here it is again. Please enjoy - especially in this season of good cheer. Gapster7
I collapsed into my comfortable chair in the family room and used all my senses to absorb the sights, smells and sounds of another Christmas holiday. The tree was ablaze with lights and Nat King Cole was crooning something about chestnuts roasting and Jack Frost nipping. The wafting scent of balsam pine mixed with the steamy aroma of a holiday dinner on and in the stove as Stephanie worked her magic in the kitchen. Suddenly the pitter patter of tiny feet brought me out of my yuletide stupor.
"Daddy. Daddy. When will they get here?" My 3 year-old daughter jumped onto my thigh, brimming with excitement and the sensory overload of Christmas day. I glanced at my watch and responded to her bright-eyed question.
"Aunt Chloe will be here in about half an hour, Sally."
"Oh goodie!" She clapped her hands in delight, eyes sparkling with excitement, and ran off to report the news to her little brother who was still ensconced in his high chair, overseeing progress in the kitchen.
Stephanie's younger sister would be arriving with her husband of two years, Charles, in tow, but also their month-old newborn son. The chance to meet her new cousin had Sally absolutely jumping for joy. And as I enjoyed a few minutes of peace amidst the holiday storm, I sank further into my leather chair, plopped my feet up on the ottoman, and reflected back to this very time of year ten years ago -- and I smiled. While Chloe had finally settled down, gotten married and entered motherhood, there was a time when her wild ways had us all shaking our collective heads.
I had met Stephanie toward the end of my junior year of high school. She was a year younger than me and while we had both dated a little here and there, neither of us had ever had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend. That all changed the following summer as we became inseparable and formed a bond that lasted through college and led to our marriage shortly after her graduation. Now, we were a family of four -- and life was good.
I had gained a few pounds since college, but nothing that couldn't be hidden comfortably on my six foot one frame. A serious jogging regimen also helped keep the calories from staying too long on my rather lanky frame. My thick brown hair didn't curl over my collar the way it had in college and I now dressed a bit more conservatively, but Stephanie regularly commented on how I'd maintained my youthful look and didn't look terribly different from my days on campus. Pale skin and deep blue eyes rounded out an overall look that had always seemed to appeal to women, but was often shortchanged by my shy and gentle nature.
Stephanie was a beautiful woman and had always been my best friend and closest confidante. I think I knew from the day I met her that we were destined to be husband and wife. She had a medium build at 5'-6", long dark brown hair and a sort of "girl-next-door" quality that sometimes masked her cutting sense of humor and incredible mind. We had always been compatible in every way and had grown together during my senior year of high school as we explored the comfort zone of a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. While there were certain activities that had always been off-limits to her, there was nothing missing that jeopardized our deepening relationship nor caused me to ever consider straying - except for once.
Stephanie's sister, Chloe, had always been a handful. She was two years younger than Chloe and, while they were blood relatives, they were different in so many ways. While Stephanie was somewhat conservative and refined, Chloe had a wild streak and was the "rebel" within her family. While Stephanie and I dated steadily once we started going out, Chloe seemed to date everyone under the sun and their brothers. Stephanie was a one man woman; Chloe was, clearly, not. While Stephanie was the good girl, Chloe was the bad girl; the sultry sister.
Physically there was a definite family resemblance. But Chloe had a darker more sensual beauty and her body eclipsed Stephanie's a little bit in just about every department. She was a little bustier, had a little more sway in her walk and, while Stephanie was very pretty, Chloe was often referred to as the "beautiful" sister. And Chloe had gotten the flirt gene in spades and always seemed to have a seductive, come-hither look on her face.
Her extremely good looks and flirty nature meant a steady stream of paramours passing through their household over the years. While Stephanie had always been a "one guy woman", Chloe obviously loved to play the field. I'm not sure she had ever had just one serious boyfriend.
Stephanie occasionally bemoaned the comparison between her and her sister, feeling a bit jealous of their subtle differences. I would, of course, always ease her mind in that department and point out all her fine qualities. Stephanie was very beautiful in her own right, and I was a lucky man -- no question. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't enraptured and intrigued by Chloe's devil-may-care style and her overt sexuality. I never admitted my fascination to Stephanie. But any man would have found Chloe sexy and alluring, and I was certainly no exception.
I had gone off to college in Syracuse, New York, while Stephanie decided a year later to stay closer to home and attend Ohio State. Our relationship never faltered in our college years and only strengthened each summer as I returned home to work in my father's printing business. As we marched through our college years we watched as Chloe slowly developed from a precocious teen into a ravishing beauty.
And while Chloe and I had a very friendly boyfriend/sister of girlfriend relationship, she always had a sparkle in her eye that intrigued and excited me. There was something in her look that said, "You may be my sister's boyfriend, but I know you want me, and you can't have me. Too bad for you!" Perhaps it was all in my mind, but Chloe sometimes seemed to go out of her way, especially once she'd turned 18, to lean over me a certain way, making sure I couldn't help but notice her soft magnificent cleavage. Or she'd give me that impertinent smile and flash a grin that never ceased to send a little bolt of excitement through my inner core.
She particularly seemed to relish the times when we were hanging around outside their pool patio in the summer, giving her the right to prance about in the tiniest bikinis or tight tank tops; her wonderful breasts heaving and bouncing with impunity. More than once she'd turn quickly as she walked by, her ass cheeks jiggling so firmly, and catch my gaze following her. She'd smile as if to say, "I knew you'd be watching my tight little ass, you bad boy." Then she'd flip her hair and saunter off with that impudent grin on her face. Sunglasses helped me hide my furtive glances to some degree, but she knew I liked watching her and I always had the impression that the feeling was mutual -- she loved being watched and noticed. And while she was off limits, so was I. While I might not be her usual type, I was her sister's long-term boyfriend and I could sense her intrigue. I loved Stephanie, of course, and she was destined to become my wife and lover for life. But, in all truth, I can't deny also having a burning desire, wrong as it seemed, for Chloe.
During Christmas of my junior year in college while home on break, Stephanie and I took Chloe to one of our mutual friends' New Year's Eve party. She was now 18 and a senior in high school and gave the impression, or liked you to think anyway, that she'd been with most of the good-looking guys in high school. She had her sights set on college now and a life beyond greater central Ohio. But for the moment she was still a high school senior -- and a stunning one, at that.
Stephanie and I hadn't noticed how drunk she'd gotten at the party until we were ready to leave. We helped her to the car and having her lean that luscious body against mine for support was certainly a burden I could bear. I deposited her in the back seat and glanced at her long slender legs as the short skirt she was wearing slid up her thighs, exposing a brief glimpse of black satin panties.
As we drove home that night, Chloe began to sing the song "My Favorite Things", making up absurd lyrics as she went along. At one point in a faintly slurry voice she said, "You know what's one of my favorite things?" Not waiting for an answer she plowed on. "Sucking cock," she stated matter-of-factly, giggling in that throaty way that never ceased to stir me.
"I mean, is there anything better? God I wish I had a dick in my mouth right now."
"Chloe," her sister reprimanded her sternly, "that is enough. You've had way too much to drink."
"You're right, sis. I have. Whoops," she giggled. "But that doesn't change how much I'd like a cock in my mouth right now. In fact, it makes me want it more."
I knew better than to get involved in this conversation, but the silence in the front seat only seemed to spur her on, goading for a reaction.
"I mean, I feel like I have so much power when I've got a guy's cock in my mouth," she continued. "A guy is pretty much putty in my hands -- or my mouth. There's something about the spongy texture of the head and that pumping spasm as he begins to come. Mmmm, God, I love the taste of cum."
