Hi all. It's the holidays and what better time for a new "Heather & Bryan" story? With the one that follows this, I will have a special announcement for fans of this series. Stay tuned readers -- same Bat-Time, same Bat-Channel. Happy Holidays to all from BrettJ!
Pacing around, swearing under his breath -- Bryan Adamson was
not
a happy camper. He didn't want to be a Scrooge, but it was looking like a truly sucky Christmas holiday.
Just where the fuck
was
everyone?
Okay, he knew where his parents were, off on another one of their trips to God-knows-where, leaving his sister Heather and he to fend for themselves. On fucking Christmas, no less -- jeez, talk about self-centered. Fine with me, Bryan thought -- any excuse to be alone with his loving sister was welcome. He and Heather had made their peace and were best friends -- and he hoped soon, lovers -- again, although she still refused to tell him just what it had been that been making her so pissy lately. No matter, they were together again and that's what mattered. Bryan figured he'd come home, pick up her squealing little body and carry her to their parent's bedroom, where he'd fuck her silly and then they could celebrate Christmas Eve together in the manner they both favored -- fucking again and again until they'd had enough. He even thought, as a surprise, he might call their Aunt Alexus and have her join them later on; she was always up for anything fun and perverted. Alexus seemed to be almost as naughty as Heather, although Heather was certainly the pinnacle.
Thing was, Heather wasn't home and he had no idea where she was. She wasn't answering her Cell. Neither was Alexus. He called his girlfriend Racquel's house and there was no answer there, not from Racquel or her Mom Ingrid or sister, Carrie -- all of whom he was fucking as often as Heather would let him get away. A holiday without pussy? Now that simply wasn't right!
Okay -- can't get laid, I can sure as hell get blitzed, he thought, pouring himself a beer and deciding whether or not he wanted to watch a porn film, a cheesy Holiday special or find something else to watch from his DVD collection. He walked over to the TV in the living room and found a blank DVD case on top of the set, with a tiny red bow on it and a note underneath. He pulled out the note, which read ...
Merry Christmas, Bryan, from your very loving sister Heather. PS -- Watch the DVD, dummy
.
Bryan wondered if Heather had downloaded something cool and burned him a copy, but he knew his sister well enough to know there'd be something really cool on the DVD. He put the DVD in the player and plunked his butt into an oversized armchair and waited for the DVD to begin, swigging a mouthful of beer.
Heather's smiling; sexkitten face came into view a minute into the DVD. She was wearing a Santa cap and looked very cute. "Happy Holidays, brother darling. I made this specially for you with the help of some friends. I hope you'll enjoy watching it -- I know I had a great time
making
it." Heather's voice was a kittenish purr. What the hell was she up to now? Bryan took another draw on his beer and watched the screen.
The camera pulled away and there was Heather, sexy, redheaded, petite Heather, in a long black negligee, made up impeccably, a face that seemed both girlish and hot, sexy woman. Heather's body seemed to be radiating the heat Bryan knew all too well. She preened in front of the camera and sat down in a chair, her slender legs in matching stockings and garters, her feet in the black stilettos he'd bought her for her birthday a few months prior. She stretched out her legs and let the light glint of the stiletto tip -- she was playing to her brother's fantasies and she knew it. She ran her hands up her legs and inserted them between her thighs and rubbed a little, making cute little noises and letting her brother know she was already heating up.
"I thought so -- I'm already soaking wet, thinking about how much I miss fucking my brother's big cock. It's been too long, Bryan."
This was true. They still hadn't fucked yet, whatever had been bothering his little sister still hung over them, but whatever it had been, it evidently wasn't on her mind now. She pulled the top of the negligee aside and revealed one perfect titty with a coral-pink nipple, which she licked suggestively.
"I wish it was you doing this, Bryan. I love how you lick my tits. I love how you touch me, you naughty perverted stud." She sighed and spoke again "You know you can touch me
anywhere
you like, lover-brother ... it's all good. Next time I see you; you're going to touch me in all those special places, aren't you?"
Absent-mindedly opening a second beer, Bryan watched as the performance continued with his sister dangling one stiletto heel from her foot and playing to the camera. She moved away from the camera and continued speaking, teasing. When she came back, now she was in a white lace teddy and the first pair of stilettos she had owned. He loved that teddy -- it had a tiny slit on the bottom so a girl could keep it on and ride a cock or dildo to orgasm after orgasm. He knew because he and his little slut sibling had tested it out several times. He loved seeing Heather in sexy little outfits and he contributed a portion of his paycheques to expanding her lingerie collection.
"I remember how your cock feels inside me when I wear this Bryan -- it feels so good, so
fucking
good in Heather's tight, fiery cunt. You're going to be in there again soon, lover-brother, in my hot pussy, doing nasty things to me the way we both like -- aren't you?" Bryan nodded his head, loving his sister's incredible performance. She was a natural in front of the camera, as hot and sexy as any porn star he had watched. Bryan avoided playing with his cock, hot as he was; he knew he'd cum immediately if he did.