Holidays 1

Ah, Christmas time. A time when the extended family gather together in our Great Grandparents' old house for a convivial season and holiday. Attendance mandatory, not ruled so by the Great Grands but by the next two generations below them, all of whom have an eye firmly on a future inheritance.

I can't help but feel some sympathy for some of them. When you have high expectations and the two old folk are in their nineties and seeming as fit as ever it must be disheartening.

Those of us in the fourth or fifth generation don't really give a flying fuck, not having any such expectations. (Except for Joseph. Good old Joseph is always smarming around the old couple, buttering them up and hoping for a quick fortune. He's out of luck in my opinion. The old man thinks he's a sleazy imbecile. The old girl's opinion isn't quite so flattering.)

There was a whole bunch of us staying in the actual house with the rest scattered around in a few guest houses on the property. When you own a three story mansion with umpteen bedrooms I guess you don't mind if you have a lot of visitors staying over, especially as it's the servants that do the actual work.

I'm Don, and I'm twenty. There were several others there about my age and we sort of formed our own little clique, staying together for mutual protection and amusement. The others were Michelle, nineteen, Janis, also nineteen, and Neil, twenty, same as me.

Our relationship to each other was a bit iffy. We weren't first or second cousins, or anything close. What with marriages, divorces, new marriages, children, half brothers and sisters, miscellaneous step children, it would take a spreadsheet to track all the relationships.

The mansion actually had two games rooms, one purely for billiards and the other for a range of games. Our little clique had staked out the billiards room as our private serfdom, scowling at any of the younger ones who dared to intrude while we were in attendance. They rather quickly decided not to bother us, more interested in the electronic gear in the main games room.

We had quite natural paired up to a certain extent, me with Janis and Neil with Michelle. Janis and I had what I suppose you could call a quiet relationship, getting on quite comfortably with each other. Neil and Michelle enjoyed a rather stormy relationship, constantly fighting. I say enjoyed it because they must have to still be fighting after several days. If you want to know what they were fighting about then you're not the only one. I don't think even they knew. I suspect it was something new each day.

They were at it again one morning while we were down in the billiards room. Neil was ensconced on the couch and Michelle was standing in front of him, gesticulating and almost jumping up and down as she tried to make her point. If she got any more excited I suspected she'd start frothing at the mouth.

Janis and I were sharing an armchair (no, she wasn't on my lap, but sitting on the arm of the chair) and watching with amusement. Things took a turn for the worse when Michelle started swearing at Neil. A silly thing to do as Neil just plain doesn't like swearing, being a bit prudish that way.

Being a rather direct young man who had warned Michelle of how he felt about a young lady swearing he decided to take direct action. He grabbed Michelle and had her draped over his lap in nothing flat. With that he flipped her dress up out of the way and dropped a nice firm spank on her bottom.

I started moving as soon as I saw what was going to happen and I was standing next to him by the time the second spank landed, accompanied by some quite remarkable sound effects from Michelle. She apparently didn't appreciate it now that she had his full attention.

"Hold it, Neil," I said, and he paused, looking up at me. Michelle also turned to look at me, a look of relief flitting across her face.

"If you're going to do something then do it properly," I told Neil, at the same time taking hold of Michelle's panties and tugging them firmly down.

I returned to my seat to the sound of a hand slapping down on a bare bottom and a horrified shriek from Michelle, somewhat muffled as there was no way known she wanted anyone coming in to investigate the reason for the screaming.

"Oh, Lord, you can see everything," whispered an appalled sounding Janis, although being appalled didn't stop her watching the action. "She's going to kill him for this. You, too, I'll bet."

"Possibly, but I think you'll find that the spanking will be the least of her problems," I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked and I gave her an evil smile.

"Just keep watching. I'll bet his hand starts landing here and rubbing her between spanks," I explained. As an adjunct to my explanation my hand slipped between her legs and up under her dress, closing over her mound and rubbing.

She gave a startled little cry and clamped her legs together which had the unintended effect of also clamping my hand firmly against her vulva. She gave another little cry at that and relaxed her legs.

"Shift your hand," she hissed at me.

"Relax," I said, "and watch the fun and games over yonder. All I'm going to do right now is just touch you up a little so you have nothing to worry about."

"I don't care. Just stop it," she snapped, keeping her voice down and most of her attention on Neil and Michelle.

From the wriggling around that Michelle was doing I assumed that she wasn't a hundred percent happy with the way things were going. Neil was still delivering the occasional spank, talking quietly while he did so, but most of the time his hand was between her legs, busy stirring her up.

To give credit where it is due I was fairly certain that Michelle was protesting the liberties that Neil was taking. (I know Janis was, even if it was in whispers, not wanting the others to know.) Neil, on the other hand, was suffering from selective deafness, not hearing a word Michelle was saying.

I watched in amusement, only stopping to warn Janis to behave when it looked as though she was thinking of scratching my hand.

"It's just a bit of teasing," I assured her. "You don't have to worry about the next step until after Neil has entertained Michelle."

Janis went dead still for a moment.

"What do you mean, entertained?" she demanded.

"Take a look at the way he's adjusting her position on the couch. Then you can tell me what you think I mean."

Neil had effectively lifted Michelle off his lap and placed her on the couch, bent over the arm, bottom nice and high. At the same time he was moving to kneel behind her, his trousers already sliding down. It seemed to me that it hadn't taken much effort for Neil to move Michelle into position.

"He wouldn't dare," Janis said, deliciously horrified and excited. Then she thought about what I'd said and turned to look at me. "You wouldn't dare," she said, now sounding just plain horrified.

"I'll have no choice and neither will you. Surely you'll want to show sisterly solidarity with Michelle about this?"

"No, I wouldn't. Oh, god, he's going to do it."

Neil was brushing the head of his cock up and down Michelle's slit and he was all set to plunge home.

The best laid plans of mice and men. . .

A chime sounded and I spoke up quickly.

"Neil. NEIL." He looked over at me, eyes slightly glazed. He was ready for action and saw no reason for any interruption.

"That was the lunch bell," I pointed out. "If we don't turn up they'll come looking for us and guess where the first place they'll look will be?"

The message sank into Michelle's consciousness first. She gave a startled cry and twisted out from under Neil, finishing up sitting on the floor. She very hastily scrambled to her feet, pulling up her panties, looking rather flushed. Janis also scrambled off the arm she'd been sitting on, pushing my hand away with some determination.

The two girls almost bolted from the room while Neil and I followed somewhat more slowly.

"I've heard of saved by the bell but this is ridiculous," Neil grumbled as we headed towards the dining room I just laughed. After all, I wasn't getting anything, either. At least, not yet.

The girls talked quite a bit over lunch, just not to me or Neil. We were currently beneath their notice. Neil seemed rather irritated by this which seemed to please the girls, while I tried my best to look amused which made the girls irritated. As soon as they'd finished lunch the girls jumped up and shot through.

Neil was about to get up and follow them but I told him to cool it.

"I know where they're going," I assured him. "We'll give them ten minutes and then join them."

"Oh, yeah? And just where, Mr Know-it-all, are they going?"

"To their room, of course. Right now they're feeling a little uncomfortable and a little vulnerable. They're going to go and pick some jeans to wear and some panties that aren't slightly sticky, so that they can face us without having to worry about us jumping them."

"You think? Why the ten minute wait?"

"That will give them time to start getting changed but not actually be changed. We could catch them in an interesting state of dishabille if we time it right. Ah, I'm also betting on them being a little too flustered to remember to lock their door."

I was right in both my timing and the locking of the door. We just waltzed straight up to their bedroom, opened the door and entered. Both girls had taken off their dresses and changed their panties, just at different stages.

Janis had her new panties on and was holding a pair of jeans. Michelle wasn't quite as advanced, her jeans lying on her bed and her panties in her hands. They both wore bright red faces and shocked expressions.

"Get out," Michelle snapped. "You can't barge in here like this."

"Yet here we are," I pointed out. "Neil was insisting that he had some unfinished business with you. I see from the way you're dressed that you were expecting him."

"If you lay one finger on me I'll scream," Michelle said, glaring at Neil. Personally, I didn't think she would. If she hadn't screamed down in the billiards room then I doubted that she'd scream now. It appeared that Neil was of the same mind. He calmly plucked her panties out of her grasp and tossed them onto her bed. That done he reached down and cupped her vulva, starting to rub it.

"You stop that," Michelle gasped, and she was by no means screaming. I could barely hear her. Mind, I did hear Janis when she squeaked, "Stop that," but she was standing a lot closer to me and talking to me. The reason she was telling me to stop was because my hand had slid over her bottom, inside her panties, and started caressing her lovely little behind.

"I don't think so," I told her, "but you have no need to worry. The same rules apply as downstairs."

"What rules?" she demanded, and I sighed.

"You have a remarkably short memory," I griped. "I said I wouldn't be doing anything to you until after Neil has finished entertaining Michelle. I mean, I'm sure you want to be able to observe Michelle's experience without too much distraction."

"Neil's not going to be doing anything to Michelle," Janis protested, "and will you please stop touching me."

I laughed.

"Then explain why Michelle has lost her top and is fighting a losing argument where her bra is concerned," I suggested. "Not that she seems to be arguing very hard."

Janis almost ricked her neck she turned so fast to check on Michelle. Michelle was certainly protesting about Neil's efforts to undo her bra but her protests were purely verbal and not very loud. Even as Janis checked Michelle's bra fell away, leaving a pair of very nice breasts on display.

From what I could gather from Janis's irritated spluttering Michelle had been making some very pointed comments about how she'd react if Neil ever dared to try that sort of nonsense on her again. It seemed some rather blood-thirsty threats had been uttered, none of which were being followed through.

I sat on Janis's bed, pulling her down onto my lap. She was now in the unfortunate position of wanting to watch what was happening to Michelle and wanting to fight me off at the same time. I didn't bother watching Neil and Michelle, content at this stage to simply work at getting Janis's top and bra off. It was a decided advantage, I found, to point out that Michelle was already naked. Despite Janis's obvious reluctance she was soon sitting on my lap with only her panties. I conceded her this victory for the time being, letting her feel partly in control.

A glance at Neil and Michelle showed that his hands and mouth were all over her. She was pushing his hands and head away but only feebly, more as a show of what she felt she should be doing that a serious attempt to get him to stop. Janis was watching closely, breathing hard, her current emotional state not helped by my hands and mouth mimicking Neil's to a large extent.

I stroked and kissed her breasts, sucking lightly on her nipples. My hand went between her legs, rubbing against her mound, dragging the silkiness of her panties back and forth against her lips. I thought her protests and struggle were even weaker than Michelle's, probably because she was so distracted by what was going on on the other bed. I could actually tell when Neil's cock came on display from Janis's reaction.

Shifting my attention from my own pleasures to check on Neil's progress I found he had Michelle flat on her back, legs nicely spread, while he loomed over her, cock poised for a triumphant entry. Michelle was shaking her head, apparently in a state of denial about what was happening, but that wasn't going to save her. Janis was muttering something along the lines of, "He wouldn't. He wouldn't dare," but I'm not sure who she was trying to convince.

Deciding that the time was right I unzipped and brought my own erection out into the light. I was somewhat amused that Janis didn't even notice, too busy watching Neil getting ready to do the dirty with Michelle. He went driving in, Michelle making a funny noise as he did so, Janis giving a strangled gasp, and I took Janis's hand and pressed it against my cock. Her hand just seemed to automatically close over it, holding me tight.

Things became rather interesting at that point. Neil's hips were busy pumping away as his cock did its dance of love, plunging deep into Michelle's warm passage and retreating, just to plunge in once more. Michelle was babbling away, but I have no idea what she was saying, and her own hips were moving quite powerfully as she pushed up to meet Neil's eager efforts. Janis was watching everything with fascination, and I was sweating blood as Janis's hand danced up and down my cock. Oh, yes, I was also easing off Janis's panties, but she didn't seem to notice, being so interested in what had befallen her friend.

With Janis's panties out of the way my explorations grew a lot more intimate. She was pushing at my hand in a distracted manner, still clutching my cock with her other hand while she watched the show. It wasn't until my fingers went dipping into her honeyed interior that her attention snapped back to her own situation.

She gave a shocked gasp and snatched her hand away from my cock, at the same time trying to move my hand from between her legs. I let her, both my hands going up to cup her breasts and start massaging them. She apparently decided that was the lesser of two evils as she let me do this, her own hands cupped over her genitals for protection.

It was obvious that Neil and Michelle were winding up for a big bang so I adjusted Janis's position on my lap. I turned her so she was facing them full on, straddling me, and then slipped my hands around her waist and started lifting.

She actually seemed to relax a little at this stage. Understandable, I guess, as my hands weren't all over her private parts. While she watched Neil finish off Michelle I was gently pulling Janis closer to me, lifting her slightly at the same time.

Michelle gave a small scream as she climaxed, quickly echoed by a similar scream from Janis, not because she was climaxing but because she found herself starting to sit down on an erection - mine.

It was a case of, "Hey, what, you can't," all of which was a bit too late as she already was. Without me supporting her weight she was sinking down, my cock sliding gently home. She couldn't even brace herself to stop the inexorable slide into depravity, giving a very indignant squeal when she found herself thoroughly shafted.

She squirmed about in what I considered to be a most interesting way, quite happy to let her continue doing that. My arms reached around her and my hands closed over her breasts even as she was twisting around to glare at me.

"You take that out," she hissed at me and I simply laughed.

"Eventually," I assured her, "but for the time being why don't you try bouncing a little. Just remember, you have an audience."

Her head spun back to face the front, her face turning red as she saw both Neil and Michelle were now watching her, and a beautiful view they had, with everything on display and facing them and my cock rearing up into her. That was the point that I started pumping her, pulling partly out and pushing firmly back in.

Janis gave what I think was a frustrated groan but there wasn't much she could do about the situation. She started moving with me, muttering while she did so. (Death threats, I think.)

I just kept things nice and easy for a while, letting everything slowly build. When I judged the time was right I lay back on the bed.

"Turn around and face me," I suggested to Janis and she turned her head and looked at me, face flushed and aroused.

"Not like that," I told her. "Swivel around until your whole body is facing me. No need to get up. Just rotate on the spot."

She hesitated and then started wriggling about, and that was sweet torture. By the time she finished I was flat on my back and she was straddling me, but facing me.

"Go for it," I told her. "Show me what you can do."

I got a killer look but then she leaned forward until her breasts were just barely grazing my chest, and then she started using her hips. The way she went about things I was prepared to swear that she had a rotating pelvis. It was rather obvious to me that while Janis might not have been a hundred percent with me at the start she certainly was now.

She bounced and twisted and twerked and did everything she could other than tying my poor cock in a knot, and it wouldn't have surprised me if she'd managed that. She was gasping and breathing hard and I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth.

Janis wound up doing one twist too many and I erupted, helpless to prevent it. Fortunately she reacted by giving a groan and climaxing herself. Then it was all over bar the shouting.

Mind you, the shouting was conducted in very quiet tones as the girls didn't want to draw attention from outside the room. They did manage to put across the message that we had no right to fuck them like that. Neil's suggestion that they should tell us exactly how they wanted us to fuck them didn't go down too well.

When the ladies finally calmed down and dressed we all adjourned to the billiards room. We chased out some of our younger kin and we started playing a few games. All was peace and harmony.

I couldn't help wondering if the peace and harmony would continue if we visited their room again that evening. Michelle had a very nice figure and I wouldn't mind seeing what she could do with it. I'd already seen Neil watching Janis so I knew he'd be interested. Something to think about.