Max looked at the enormous pine tree with satisfaction. He and Alli's cousin Ray had cut it, towed it behind a team of horses, and manhandled it by brute force into the house. The twelve foot fir tree stretched toward, but didn't quite attain, the rafters of the vaulted ceiling in the Great Room. Still, he thought, it was a FINE tree and he couldn't wait to see Alli's...and Raven's eyes light up when they saw it. The females had gone to one of Alli's cousin's houses -- Alli was borrowing her sewing machine to make some fleecy little outfits for Raven, 'among other things' she'd said with a definite 'Mrs. Claus' type sparkle in her dark eyes. Bear was happily wagging and exploring under the tree but seeing him lift an injudicious leg to mark the tree Max barked a swift command of 'Down!' and the dog dropped like he'd been shot.
Ray chuckled and murmured, 'Good dog...well trained.'
Max shot him a look and hurried to let the dog outside. Coming back he saw that Ray had already set up the waiting step ladders and was beginning to try and string lights -- however the tree was so vast it was quickly apparent it was a two person job. Max climbed the other ladder and they tossed the coils of Christmas lights back and forth as they worked their way down the tree. He wasn't sure of Alli's religious beliefs and had debated having a star atop the tree -- he knew she'd gone to the largely Catholic reservation schools as a child but considered her, as an adult, more of a spiritual than a religious person. Granny had settled the on-going argument in his mind by bringing out a box of decorations from her closet with the small, lighted star that had adorned Alli's trees when she was a child. Amazingly, with the replacement of a few bulbs, the little star had glowed merrily and was now proudly atop the green giant.
The two men had just about finished with the lights when he felt a cool draft from behind him. The door opened and a snow covered Bear rushed in, tail beating madly as if to say, 'look who I found' followed by a happy squeal from Raven and Alli's awed 'Holy CRAP!'
Coming to stand closer to the big hearth she nodded thoughtfully looking at the tree, before grinning at Max, "I don't suppose you could have found a bigger one baby?"
He pretended to disappointment, "You don't like it? I guess we can put it in Granny's room then..."
She snorted with laughter, "Not if Granny is still going to be able to sleep there we can't." She laid Raven down on the rug and came to wrap warm arms around him, "It's an AMAZING tree honey. And where did you get that star, it looks just like one I had years ago..."
Max cradled her close against his body, watching as Raven rolled over onto her belly and pushed up, so she could look at the tree and lights. Ray went on cheerfully stringing the last few strands around the base of the tree before going to pick up his niece and bring her close enough to reach out and fondle the soft, fresh needles of the tree. Her face crinkled thoughtfully for a moment before breaking into a toothless beaming smile, so like Granny's and Alli's that sometimes it was difficult to remember she wasn't Alli's natural daughter.
Max could hardly wait to see her eyes light up when the ornaments started going on the tree. He'd picked out dozens of blown glass ornaments in all shapes, sizes and colors and he knew for a fact that Christmas morning 'Santa' would have delivered an old fashioned HO train, complete with light, smoke from the stack and a train whistle -- as near to the one he remembered growing up with as he could find. There were other ornaments as well -- tiny things made from bread and cookie dough, minutely detailed and painted -- moccasins, peace pipes, warriors and maidens -- relics of Alli's childhood. And Granny had been busy making more -- the design called 'The Eye of God', tiny embroidered thunderbirds and miniature dream catchers. Her arthritic old hands, although bent and swollen, were remarkably agile when it came to making such things.
Alli stooped to her own bags, pulling out several large 'stockings' made from trade blankets and making a mental count he noted her hope that Clayton would be home for Christmas as well. He hoped she wouldn't be disappointed if the young man couldn't make it -- the weather had been harsh so far this winter. Although Max loved their life and found the wilderness beauty both soothing and stirring, he admitted that at times their remoteness could be a challenge as well. He and Alli were self-reliant in many respects, and he planned to become more so in the future, hoping eventually to live entirely 'off the grid' -- but he also recognized, especially since Raven's entrance into their lives -- the need to remain close to civilization and its amenities. If the snow and ice continued as it had thus far it might be difficult though for Clayton to make it for the holidays.
He was still thinking about that later and wondering what, if anything, he might be able to do to 'assist' Clayton and encourage him to come home for Christmas. Upstairs in their bedroom, and alone for the moment he was dually focused on his own presents for Alli and on finding a safe hiding place where she wouldn't discover them. He'd bought the silky lingerie, not only because she enjoyed it but also because he knew it wasn't something that she would ordinarily spend money on for herself. It was 'impractical' she would say dismissively. But he loved seeing her in the bits of satin and lace when she COULD be persuaded to don such apparel. As well he loved the feel of the materials next to his own skin...be honest, he thought, you like to feel her rubbing against your cock that way...
Wondering briefly if the items he'd bought for her would pass his 'touch test', and noting that he was still alone in the room he briefly rubbed the silky tap pants against his rapidly growing erection. It felt good but it wasn't the same, rubbing himself with his own hand and, after a moment's hesitation to make SURE that Alli wasn't coming up the stairs, he slid the lace trimmed panties on himself. Now THAT, he thought, felt AMAZING...
As he turned and twisted viewing himself in the cheval mirror but imagining Alli, he caught a glimpse of her standing in the doorway, absently stroking her breast and viewing him thoughtfully. He froze in place, hastily stuffing the balance of her Christmas present back into the bag.
"C'mere Baby," she whispered huskily, finding the sight of her ruggedly masculine man, wearing the frothy undies, amazingly sexy. She was so focused on the erotic feelings coursing through her body, she failed utterly to notice that they were NOT her undies....
He strode to her, slightly hesitant, but his cock still rampant and noticeable through the sheer material and that turned her on even more. He was rigidly hard and the snug material held his shaft firmly against his belly...she didn't know if she had ever wanted him more.
Pulling him to the bed she pushed him down and back. Noting by now that, far from being dismayed or put off, the woman that he loved seemed to be even more turned on than usual obligingly he fell back onto the mattress, pulling her down with him. Her hands began to stroke him through the satiny material and he noted how much better HER hands felt on him than his own had. Eagerly he began divesting her of her own clothes. She assisted him as much as possible but when he lifted his hips to pull off the panties she pushed him down again.
Bending to him she began to lick and nibble at him through the material, running her tongue over him until the material was sopping and pausing occasionally to wrap her lips over the head of his granite-like cock, sucking at him through the silk. The feel of her mouth on him, through the silky, wet fabric...no seams or slits or buttons in the way...was making him crazy and he arched upward as she ran her teeth gently up and down the length of his shaft. Winding his fingers through her hair he gasped, "Oh GOD...you've never done this before!"
Snorting with amusement she lifted her head briefly to respond, "I've never come to bed to find you wearing panties before EITHER!"
