I was startled awake by a thump. If I was still a kid, I would have sworn it was reindeer hooves landing on the roof above my attic bedroom. Despite being twenty-eight years old, I was still excited by Christmas. I lay in bed, listening. I could hear more sounds coming from inside the house. Just like a little kid, I couldn't resist. I slowly climbed out of my narrow childhood bed and crept to the stairs. I peeped through the trapdoor, but I couldn't see much. From here though, the sounds were clearer. If I was 12, I would be upset to learn Mom and Dad were wrapping presents at 2 a.m.
Now, I would soon start my own family. Before New Year's, I would fly off to join my fiancée, Georgia, in her hometown to tell her folks she was pregnant. My parents had taken it well, not upset that we had slipped up and conceived before the wedding day. My Mom, Abby, had joked, "I guess that's what we get for making you share that tiny bed when you visited at Thanksgiving."
I slowly lowered myself down to the second floor, curious about the noises, but cautious about waking up anyone sleeping. In addition to my parents, my older brother and his wife had brought their nineteen year old daughter to visit. My niece Carly was the sort of slim 'machine made for fucking' that turned heads of both men and women. Fortunately, her personality was enough of a turn off to balance out any lustful thoughts. She swore like a truck driver, and chain smoked unfiltered French cigarettes, dressing all in black. Her idea of good conversation was picking out words that might possibly be insults to women. Or lesbians. Or the environment. I had yet to spend an hour with Carly where we didn't argue.
Carly was sharing my sister's room with her. Felicia had just turned 22. Mom called her their "New Year's surprise nine months later."
None of us teased Mom about Felicia's olive toned skin being many shades duskier than Dad's Swedish heritage allowed. Dad was just too nice and easy going, and if Dad accepted that Felicia was his, who were we to argue? Dad seemed pleased that after her maternity leave, Mom had been named the newest Vice President of the Sanchez Salsa Company. Her boss had given her a huge bonus in addition to the raise, but had stopped inviting them to his mansion for New Year's Eve parties.
Felicia was the only one in the family who tolerated Carly's sullen attitude. My sister got along with everyone, and not surprisingly, was studying in school to be a diplomat. As I tiptoed to the stairs, I paused in her open doorway.
I noticed Felicia's clothes scattered on the floor, including her hot pink silk pajama set. This reminded me of how often I had fought unsuccessfully to ignore those taboo urges, the fantasies in which Felicia walks into my room and strips naked, not saying a word, until her lacy panties fall to the floor and she says, "Let's get it on." In the dream, I could never resist the instinctive desire to screw this cocoa coloured beauty, so I would silently strip in response. My favourite variation ended with Felicia bent over my bed as I ass fucked her. Though this had never really happened, I always ended up with my cock in my hand whenever the thoughts recurred.
Her bedroom only contained one bed, but since it was queen sized, everyone figured there was lots of room for sharing. Despite this, I saw that the bedding was flung to the floor. Carly was curled up, spooned so that her full breast were mashed into her Aunt's back, only a thin layer of flannel separating their skin. I noticed for the first time that my sister slept in the nude, which seemed odd for a sharing scenario. Carly's arm was wrapped around Felicia's side and as they snuggled in their sleep, Carly's fingernails brushed lightly on Felicia's brown nipple, which was tantalizingly erect.
Despite my fantasies, I had never encountered my sister in a sexual moment. Our age difference was such that I had moved away when she was still a child, and as a young man, I had always found lots of playmates my own age. I had only visited home occasionally since finishing school, and usually had brought my female friend of the moment in toe. Still, as I watched Felicia's breathing heave her ample tit against Carly's fingers, I recalled what one lover, Elle, had said. She had thought my sister, who had been 20 at the time, was bi. Or maybe even lesbian. In fact, she had said, after a particularly drunken Fourth of July barbeque that she thought Felicia had been coming on to her. When Elle confronted Felicia, my sister had giggled and slurred, "Only if you talk my big brother into a threesome with us."
At the time, it had seemed like a sisterly joke. Now, feeling my cock rising in my pajamas, I wondered whether I ought to have pursued the idea. Elle had not been bi, but was curious, and had been a lusty lover. In fact, sex with her had been better than with my fiancée. If Elle hadn't gone surfing in Australia last summer, it might be her that got pregnant with my child.
Those thoughts did nothing to reduce the swelling in my groin, and I found myself comparing Carly with Elle and with Georgia. Both Carly and Elle had natural full breasts, and slim athletic builds. Elle had favoured more flattering clothing than Carly, and tended to be tanned all over whereas Carly, in this early winter, was pale as porcelain. 'Potential advantage Elle', I thought, but then gave my head a shake. This was not any contest. Carly was my niece. I was not going to fuck her. I would not even if she asked. Not that she would.
The tip of my cock had some how pressed through the slit in my pajama pants. The cold night air in the old farmhouse failed to suppress my excitement.
My thoughts now shifted to Georgia. She had been Elle's roommate, the inevitable third point in our triangle. Georgia was also an athlete, but her enthusiasm was field hockey and she had the muscles and bruised shins to go with the rough sport. Elle had told me that the reason Georgia never dated was that while they were in school, Georgia had lost her virginity when raped by a football player. Although she recovered to later enjoy a lesbian relationship with her English Lit prof, after graduation, Georgia had been celibate.
Not that Georgia had suffered without orgasms. Elle and I often enjoyed lounging in bed after a hearty sex romp, listening to Georgia finishing herself off on the other side of the bedroom wall. Knowing it was our noise which inspired her had made us inevitably resume another round. I had often tried to get Elle to invite Georgia to join us fucking in the shower, but it had never happened.
Georgia never even touched me when Elle and I made out on the couch, or when we all went to a movie together. Only after Elle left did Georgia make a move. I had called her up to go see some action thriller with Ashley Judd. In the darkness, Georgia had whispered in my ear, "Ashley looks just like my old lover did. Does she make you as horny as I am?"
"Why don't you check in my pants?" I had teased. I was shocked when she immediately extracted my semi hard prick from my pants and proceeded to deep throat me in the crowded cinema. She swallowed all my cum without a word, then sat up. Her lips glistened in the light of the projector until she licked them clean. She turned and kissed me deeply, as if testing me to find out whether the taste of my own sperm offended me. We had been fucking ever since, starting the next morning when I ate my cream pie out of her.
Sex with me had seemed to burst a dam of sensuality built up inside Georgia, and now I never knew when I came home whether I might find one of her field hockey team mates curled up in our bed, or her cunt filled with a coworker's cream, ready for me to eat her clean.
Anyone else's Mom might be shocked to know I was wondering what shade my baby – Georgia's baby that is - would be. Given Felicia's colouring, I trusted my Mom to be cool regardless of any hint that paternity might be in doubt. Not that I cared. Just like Dad, I would love this baby regardless.
As my mind wandered from the scene in my sister's bed through recent history, I stroked my shaft. Thinking about the likelihood that Georgia would pull a train at our reception and let me eat out a whole buffet of flavours in the honeymoon suite led me to decide that Carly likely was no where nearly that perverse. Not that I was ever going to find out.
