Black Christmas
Summary: Young nerdish girl catches step-mom with BBC and....
Note 1:
This is a
Winter Holidays Story Contest 2022
so please vote.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Tex Beethoven
for editing this story.
Note 3:
This sexy romp was vaguely inspired by the porn scene
"We All Do It, Too"
starring Maitland Ward and Bree Daniels.
Black Christmas
"Amanda, boy do I have the
very best
Christmas present for you
ever!
" my bitch of a stepmother, whom I saw as a complete gold digger, said to me gleefully.
"I don't need anything from
you!
" I sneered. My Barbie-lookalike stepmother always brought out the bitchy side of me (her trite name was even
Brandi
, for heaven's sake). She was twenty years younger than my Dad, and only seven years older than I was, and she got by on her looks instead of her brain. Even I had to admit she was very beautiful, even a one-time Miss America finalist (yes, actually!) and a current Instagram socialite (she even told people on a regular basis that was her 'job'... with a giggle, and a flip of her hair).
I, on the other hand, was a former child gymnast and an earnest academic. Plus, I was often told that I too was quite lovely... the stereotypical girl next door in my case, so much so that when I'd been included in a music video for a popular local band (ironically for
my
looks, not my brain, and certainly not for my singing), in the credits they listed me as exactly that: 'Our girl next door.' Also, people constantly `told me I was 'cute and sweet'.
At nineteen, I'd recently returned home following my first semester at Harvard, which was hours away (even by airline) from my Dad and his stupid and pretentious new wife in Los Angeles. Although I resented my new step-Mommy (which I'd mockingly first called her a month ago, while I was back for Thanksgiving), she seemed to be making my Dad happy... he'd certainly snapped out of his endless funk. And that's what really mattered... I guess.
My Mom left Dad for another man back when I was fifteen and I resented her for it, and then since they'd allowed me to choose, I chose to live with my Dad. He was a great father, but he was clearly devastated by Mom's betrayal, and had been very lonely for like I said, years... although he did put up a good front (which I easily saw through, so I did my best always to be sweet to him, but not many other people could see it).
He didn't date at all, until he met Brandi in my senior year of high school, and although I'd met her a few times, I never thought their relationship was serious. Just my Dad sowing some royal oats by sleeping with a hot woman half his age (which I figured out, but I sympathized with him the poor guy, so I never mentioned knowing about it). But then he phoned me in September, and deliriously happy, he told me they'd eloped, and she'd moved into our house immediately following their two-week honeymoon! I was horrified, but I didn't let on... even though all my protective instincts switched into overdrive, and my inner alarm bells were ringing so loudly they gave me a headache!
But alas, the decision was made... the wedding ceremony (and license signing) had happened... and so the damage was done.
Which brings me back to my so-called 'best Christmas present ever'. "Oh trust me," she said with a smirk, "nobody has
ever
needed this present more than you do, my dear."
I hated when she called me that, but I never mentioned it specifically. Instead I sighed, "I don't even know what that means." She constantly tossed dramatic fluff into her conversations; as if she were still in high school, and so she brought herself to life (yeah, right) by being melodramatic.
"I know, I know," she said. "Just go and get ready for the fundraiser."
"Fine," I sighed. And of course I gave her my own melodramatic over-the-top sigh, so she'd know she'd annoyed me. Again. Perhaps her own dramatic over-the-top attitude was starting to wear off on me.
I'd promised Dad I'd go to the Christmas charity fundraiser he'd always organised and hosted in his law offices for the past ten years, and I'd even have to deliver a brief speech on his behalf, since he was in London, Ontario for some meetings he couldn't get out of, and he wouldn't get back home until sometime tomorrow. So I went upstairs. Showered. And then, having begun to explore the power of lingerie at Harvard, my roommate Ginger (who was a genius, and sexually amazingly free), had been shepherding me into. She was a Japanese American, but she was no sweet and gentle flower. In bed, she was more like a Samurai warrior!
I'd arrived at Harvard as a virgin, but by now, I'd fucked three guys and had enjoyed a few lesbian encounters (Ginger and I often ended up in a 69 after we studied or went out together). Truth be told, I wasn't sure whether I liked boys or girls better... since playing with each gender were very different, but perhaps equally satisfying experiences.
I also now owned a few sexy lingerie pieces, as well as quite a few pairs of stockings. So tonight, underneath my very conservative and classy red dress, was lurking a push up bra, sexy but not kinky (a couple of the outfits I now owned were
very
kinky), and a garter-belt with mocha stockings. And because I was feeling frisky... even though I couldn't even
imagine
getting laid tonight, since the average age of this party's attendees was likely double, or maybe even
triple
my own age... I went commando... which Ginger and I often did, whenever we went out for the evening. (It had paid off nicely more than once... and hey, if Brandi could sprinkle lots of drama into her speech, why shouldn't I flash my bare pussy to some strangers once in a while?)
We sent for an Uber, and during our ride I didn't say a word for the entire time, even though a few times she attempted to start a conversation with me. Yeah, sometimes I could be a real bitch, too.
And then when we arrived at the party, I immediately ditched her. I got myself a drink, I visited with a few people I knew, and repeated my 'Yeah, Harvard is great,' snippet a dozen times. I also enjoyed hearing the same compliments over and over. Gave a five-minute speech Dad had written for me that I'd memorized. Added some humour into it.
By eleven-thirty I was tired, and frankly, kind of horny. I was good and ready to go home and use my vibe on myself... missing Ginger's ubiquitous and always welcome pussy and tongue.
But I couldn't find my stepmom anywhere when I figured I should at least go and tell her I was ready to go home. I was about to give up, when she texted me,
Come to your father's office right away.
I sighed... even though I didn't know why.
When I arrived outside his office, the door was locked, yet I could see through the frosted window in the door that a light or two were on inside.
I don't know why I was still carrying around a key to this office when I was attending school two and a half thousand miles away, but I still was; so I pulled it out of my purse and opened the door.
I walked in, and Drake, my Dad's business partner's son, whose broad-shouldered physique I'd long admired, was sitting in the middle of the couch. (We'd known each other ever since we were kids, because we'd both come to our dads' law offices after school fairly often. We'd always gotten along pretty well, although we'd never been what you'd call very close.) But I digress. Because the
important
thing that caught my eye, was that my stepmom was sitting to his right... and she was sucking his dick!
"Oh my God! I cried out, shocked by what I was witnessing so unexpectedly. But I also nefariously thought this was perfect! I'd just caught my bitch stepmother performing a deliciously
super
compromising act! But a moment later, I remembered she'd summoned me here. Had she
