Here is my entry in the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2012. Please vote! Thanks.
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Tom and Steph got in the cab as the driver loaded their bags into the trunk. It was snowing hard, so far an inch was on the ground. The weather service was predicting total accumulation of ten to twelve inches. Theirs had been one of the last flights to land before the runways were shut down.
"I'm so glad that we got to land," Steph said as she shook the snow from her long, dark hair. "If we had taken the later flight we never would have gotten here."
Tom pulled off his gloves. "I'm just worried about my dad and Karen. They're not due back until tomorrow morning and their flight will probably be cancelled."
Tom's father Bill had married Karen just over a year ago. Tom hadn't really spent much time with Karen yet, and he was hoping that he could get to know her better over this Christmas visit. He was also very anxious to introduce his new fiance, Steph, to his family.
Tom also hoped to get to know his new step-sister. He had met Debbie at his dad's wedding last year and only seen her once since. She was his age, twenty-six, and they got along well when they were together.
Tom had met Steph at a work function two years ago. He had noticed her right away. She was about 5'8", with generous breasts, a slim body, and a very pretty face. They had been friends until he invited her on dinner date. That night had turned into a sweaty night of intense sex, and they had been inseparable since. She loved her tall, dark, and handsome man. He had asked her to marry him three weeks ago.
Tom's phone rang. "Hello, Debbie, did you make it home?"
"Yes, I made it. It should have been a three hour drive but it took six. I must have seen twenty cars in the ditch, but I went slow and got here. Did you and Steph get here?"
"Yep, ours was the second-to-last flight that was allowed to land, then they closed the runways. We're in a cab now. It doesn't look good for dad and Karen though."
"I hope they can get here by Christmas. We three will just have to make do. The house is stocked with food and booze, and there is plenty of wood for the fire place. It will give us all a chance to get to know each other."
"I'm dying for you to meet Steph, I know you'll like her. We should be there soon."
"OK, see you soon, brother." Tom smiled as he hung up. He liked the way Debbie's nickname for him sounded.
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Tom and Steph carried their bags into the foyer and pushed the door closed against the icy chill. Coats and boots came off, then Tom led her to his bedroom, which they'd be sharing. He heard the shower running. He knocked on the bathroom door.
"Debbie? We're home."
"Go have a drink, I'll be down in a few minutes."
Tom couldn't help but picture his new step-sister in the shower. Her long blond hair would be plastered to her large breasts, her tight tummy and butt would be dripping water. He wondered if she shaved her pussy. She was definitely hot.
Steph touched his arm, bringing him back from his dream.
"Come on, I'll give you a tour of the house." Tom took her hand and led her down the stairs. He showed her around, then they settled in the living room with some munchies and a bottle of wine. They were kissing on the couch when Debbie came in.
"Ah, how sweet, the couple-to be can't keep away from each other."
The kiss broke and the couple looked at Debbie. She was wrapped in a knee-length robe of blue silk. It was tied loosely, and Tom could see the sheer night gown underneath. But what he noticed most was the surprised look on Debbie's face.
"Debbie, I'd like to present my fiance, Stephanie Rice. Steph, my step-sister Debbie Hayes." As Tom looked at Steph he saw that her shocked expression matched Debbie's. "Oh my God, do you two know each other?"
Debbie spoke first. "We went to college together. Except I knew her as Stephanie Larson. And she knew me as Debbie Grey. I went back to my mom's maiden name when she and my dad divorced." She held her arms out and approached Stephanie, who stood. The girls hugged. "How have you been, Steph?"
A flustered Steph responded. "Wow....Debbie. I took my mom's new husband's name when they married. When she changed her name to his, I did, too. That was five years ago just after I graduated."
"I can't believe that we're going to be sisters-in-law!" Debbie smiled as she looked hard into Steph's eyes, then turned to Tom. "Let me get a glass and join you."
Debbie sat on a chair near the couch and poured her wine, then topped off the other two glasses on the table. "So, Tom, tell me everything. I want to know how you met, how your dating went, and how you proposed to this pretty girl."
Tom began the tale of their meeting, how he had asked her out, some of the things they'd done together, and how he had proposed at their favorite restaurant. Steph was quiet as she looked at Debbie.
"Ah, how romantic. Has Steph told you anything about her college days?"
"Not much, just that she studied hard and never really had a boyfriend." Tom looked at Steph and saw the worried look that she was giving to Debbie.
Debbie grinned. "I can vouch for that. In the two years that I knew Steph I never saw her with a boy. Let me ask you, Tom, how's your sex life?"
Tom couldn't believe that she'd ask that. "You know, Deb, that's pretty personal and none of your business! She's my fiance, I'm not gonna kiss and tell.
"I thought so. You never told him, did you Steph?"
"Tell me what?" Tom asked.
"Stephanie Slut, I want you over here on your knees. Do not speak." Tom looked at Steph in surprise as she stood, went to Debbie's side, and dropped to her knees.
"Steph, what's going on? What are you doing?"
