A winter holiday in the midst of a pandemic. How one very liberated family celebrated.
I. Thanksgiving
She'd been looking forward to the holiday for months. Ordinarily, Erin had mixed feelings about Thanksgiving. On the one hand, it meant good eating and warm family time, but in the time of Covid-19, only her sister and her sister's new boyfriend would be coming. She'd do the cooking with Emily and they'd have a fine meal, but with her mother unwilling to trust air travel and her father having been lost to the pandemic, it wasn't an especially festive time. Ordinarily, her father would smoke the turkey and the kitchen would belong to Erin, Emily and their mother. This year, Emily's new boyfriend and Scott, Erin's husband would be spending their time watching football in Scott's man-cave.
The two sisters knew that this would be a difficult holiday without their parents present — the first such Thanksgiving in their lives. They only got to see one another a few times a year. Erin and Scott lived in Northern California and Emily and the new guy lived in Washington State, not close enough for frequent visits but near enough to travel to on holidays like this. And then there were the work commitments each of them had.
Erin and Scott had looked forward to having company. Fortunately, they got along well with Erin and were assured that they'd just love Dennis, the new boyfriend. Emily had been married before to a man that neither Erin or Scott could tolerate. He was abusive and arrogant alcoholic who made everyone around him want to be somewhere else. Emily promised that Dennis was the exact opposite; laid back, respectful and one hell of a lover. The last quality was especially important — each of the sisters had a very strong sex drive.
Since their youth, both Erin and Emily were quick to share their sexual adventures and misadventures with one another. Only a year apart in age, they'd discovered the wonders of sex in their teens and had no problem masturbating in front of one another and comparing notes afterward. Once both of them started having sex, it wasn't taboo to them to do it in the same room and afterward they'd compare their lovers' performances. So, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Emily to give a complete rundown to her sister regarding Dennis' abilities as a lover.
Although Erin and Scott had a great sex life, Erin couldn't help but to fantasize one she heard about the size of Dennis' big, thick cock, his patience, his sexual kinks and his bullish sex drive. Each phone call brought another report from her sister about their sexual adventures: where they fucked, how they fucked and who they fucked. Like Scott and Erin, theirs was an open relationship and they often included other men and women in their adventures. Erin found herself wondering, "I wonder if ..." about being the third in their sexual triangle, but she didn't have the courage to share this fantasy with her sister as she had with her husband, who gave her the "go ahead" if the opportunity presented itself.
"All I expect," he told her, "is for you to tell me about it if you do it together." Erin promised she would and they incorporated that into their shared sexual fantasies. Erin knew that Scott sometimes jerked off thinking about Emily's tight gymnast's body and what he'd do to it given the chance.
Once the couple arrived at Erin and Scott's home, Erin could see why her sister was attracted to Dennis. With his tall, muscular build and his mop of sandy blonde hair, Erin felt a twinge in her pussy that was unmistakable. She wanted him and her sister could see that she did. Emily grabbed Dennis' arm and pulled herself closer to him, "And he's all mine," she stated, bringing a smile to all involved.
"Can I at least give him a 'hello' kiss," Erin asked.
"Be my guest."
So, standing on tip toes, Erin gave him a kiss on his cheek, making sure that she managed to kiss the corner of his mouth as well. And he smelled so good!
Once dinner was done, Scott and Dennis loaded the dishwasher, cleared the table and stored leftovers in the refrigerator while the two sisters went out for a walk in the crisp, fall air.
"So? What do you think?" Emily asked her big sister.
"Wow! I can see why he has you so hot and bothered and why you want him all to yourself," Erin said.
"The first time we fucked, I knew. Not only is he good, he keeps on going and going like the Energizer bunny. He fucking wore me out."
"He's hot. Even Scott said so when we were alone in the kitchen. I think he caught me staring."
"And he's so open to just about anything. He's okay with me being bi and doesn't mind of I spend a night or two with a girlfriend as long as I come home and give him some ... and tell him all about it. We've had a few threesomes with some of my girlfriends and we've just had one with his buddy, Chad."
"Oh?"
"Chad was okay but nowhere near as good as Dennis. He said he liked watching me get fucked by Chad. I can understand that because I liked watching him fuck my girlfriend Tiffany ... you know, the redhead I work with?"
"That must have been hot. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall or better yet, a fly with a camera."
"Have you ever done that?"
"What?"
"You know, filmed yourself and Scott or taken pictures of you and one of your many girlfriends doing it?"
"Scott's tried doing that but it came out lousy. All we had was our cheap cell phone camera. Now, if I had a good camera and maybe a tripod. I'd be happy to shoot you with Dennis."
"You've seen me in action more than once."
"True. But that wasn't with someone you were really hot for," Erin teased.
"He is hot, isn't he? And by the way, I've been meaning to ask you, what's the game plan for Christmas. I'd invite you guys up to my place but it's so small you and Scott would have to stay in a motel."
"Now that would be a shame. I'm assuming nothing's going to change by then and that mom still won't want to travel, so it'd be just the four of us assuming you're still with Dennis."
"I hate the idea of Mom spending the holidays alone. I do too, but there's not much we can do with her being on the East Coast and all."
That night everyone went to bed feeling full of turkey and crisp autumn air. Erin was asleep with Scott, having had a great session of 69 with her husband. She was nearly asleep when she heard the ruckus Emily were making in the guest room. The bed was slamming against the wall and Emily was groaning loudly. Erin looked at Scott. He was fast asleep, snoring gently as she sat up and, without bothering to get dressed she tiptoed past the guest room to hear better. The door was open about six inches and, if she was quiet, she could look into the dresser mirror and see everything that was going on.
Her sister and Dennis were in the classic missionary position and she could clearly see Dennis' hard, thick cock pistoning in and out of her sister's pussy.
"Give it to me baby. Give it to me," she begged. "Fuck me hard. Show me how you want to fuck Erin. Do it." She watched as they kissed and fucked, holding one another in almost desperate passion.
Im-fucking-possible! Erin was in shock, the handsome guy who was fucking her sister wanted her? Edging up to the doorway, she pinched the hard tiny nipples on her small breasts until they ached. She wanted him. Hell, she wanted them. Both of them. She reached down to her trimmed pussy that was oozing fluid down her muscular thighs. Two fingers toyed with the fluid, then with her clit and finally entered her hot, wet canal where they sought out her G-spot. It was almost too much: the thought of Dennis' cock in her sister, in her, the thought that she wanted her, the squelching sound of her sister being royally fucked by this stud almost made her lose consciousness. She leaned against the door frame and gave in to the feeling, had a thunderous orgasm that she kept as quiet as possible and then, tearing herself away from that erotic scene, she tiptoed unsteadily back to bed, but that night, sleep was hard to find.
As hard to find as it was for her sister and Dennis.
II. Christmas is Coming
Emily and Dennis drove down from Seattle in a blinding snowstorm that had the western part of the country under nearly a foot-deep blanket of snow. In spite of the four-wheel drive vehicle, the slipped and slid the whole way south. To say that they were relieved to finally reach Scott and Erin's home safely would have been an enormous understatement.
They rang the bell and Erin came to the door in yoga pants and a red Christmas-themed shirt and the sisters hugged and kissed, Dennis standing in the falling snow behind his girlfriend. "Don't forget about me," he pleaded, awaiting Erin's kiss.
Erin had been fantasizing about this moment. Her last kiss was just a peck on the corner of his mouth. This time she threw her arms around him and planted a kiss directly on his lips and with a fair flash of her tongue, her boldness having come from the two glasses of wine and one cup of egg nog at the neighbor's house.
"Where's my brother-in-law?" Emily inquired, as she parked her coat on a peg in her sister's mud room.
