Every family has its holiday tradition whether it be going to grandma's for Thanksgiving or just spending time with family in a small quiet intimate Christmas sitting. As for myself and my sister Holly we share our intimate Christmas together in my parent's mountain cabin.
Holly and I have been enjoying this quiet intimate setting for the last 5 or so years ever since she moved back home after her nasty bitter divorce. Our private little Christmas party consists of a nice steak dinner, followed by sitting by the fireplace talking exchanging gifts sipping eggnog. The evening is capped of by Holy and I exchanging the most intimate and special gift one money cant buy, our souls as we engage in soft sweet and intense sex,
How did Holly and I begin such a tradition you may ask, well it wasn't like it was planned or anything, it just happened. Circumstances and events slowly led us to this and the tale-tell signs were there we just weren't paying attention to them.
Like I said the Christmas tradition started some 5 years ago but to really know how the ground work was laid we must turn back the clock several years and watch as events unfold, each one igniting a small spark of lust that would eventually erupt into a flaming inferno of passion.
Holly moved in with me about shortly after Halloween. She had just been through a messy divorce after being locked in a marriage from hell for 18 years. The only reason she stayed in the marriage for so long was for her daughter's sake. Once her daughter joined the Navy, Holly spilt the scene.
During the marriage Holly's husband treated her like dirt and ran around on her. He used his power and influence to keep her from doing anything by threatening to take custody of their daughter Amber and not letting her ever see her again and at the same time would leave her in financial ruins.
Holly felt like she had no choice but to stay because Holly loved and cherished Amber and they were close. Holly spent all her energy taking care of Amber so she wouldn't feel alone
Once Amber left Holly felt like her husband had no control over her anymore and she didn't care. She just walked away from the marriage citing spousal abuse neglect and turned to the only person who she thought could help, her older brother me.
I was 26 months older than Holly and still a Bachelor. I had been in some relationships and was planned to get married but had just gotten out of a long engagement in which my fiancée' got could feet at the last minute and had just gotten to the place where I could start looking again.
When Holly came to me she was an emotional wreck and concerned about her ex's threats to financially ruin her but with my help she was able to hang him out to dry in divorce court in that we were able dig into his past and show a pattern of sexual infidelity on his part.
This led Holly to get an equitable settlement. The house was sold and she received two-thirds of the proceeds, half of which on advice from me she invested in an retirement account. The other half she put in her bank account to spend as she pleased.
From the three weeks after her divorce was final until the Christmas eve when we went to the cabin I had gotten my sister back. No longer was she the mousy timid little rabbit I had seen on all too many occasions. Now at 35 Holly was liberated and began to enjoy her freedom, a freedom she had never known both personally and sexually.
Holly would waste no time in showing off her new freedom but little did I know at first that I was her intended target. She freely walked around the house in little or no clothes on and wasn't ashamed of her body. Hell even I wanted to fuck her and she was my very own sister.
At age 35 nature had been kind to her, blessing her with a tall sensual 5'11" 135 pound 36C-24-34 body with long straight jet black raven hair down to the middle of her back long luscious legs and the prettiest most captivating hazel eyes I had ever seen. In short Holly was a sexy 35 year old woman who had the looks and body of a 25 year old.
A couple of days after she moved in with me Holly would begin to let me know that she had more than just sisterly affections for me. They were very subtle hints at first such as calling me "sweetie," "darling" and other terms of affection usually reserved for lovers. Over time her hints gradually got more and more evident such as the time she playfully suggested for me to take a bath with her.
Around Christmas both of us were very much out of the Christmas spirit. It was the first Christmas since our parents had died in a tragic auto accident and this was the first Christmas Holly would spend without Amber so I suggested we celebrate Christmas differently. I told Holly that it could just be the tow of us in our parent's mountain cabin and we could stay through New Years.
"Mmmmmm that sounds good sweetie," Holly said as she walked up to me in nothing but a pair of panties and gave me a hug. "I can't wait."
"It will give us a chance to catch up on old times get to know each other closer again and to rekindle our bond," I said smiling "We can start our own Christmas tradition, a tradition with just you and me in the mountains at Christmas time," I added lovingly.
"Oh my, that sounds even better," Holly purred . "I am getting excited just thinking about it. We can have a tree and everything. We can sit by the fire open presents, sip egg nog and just enjoy each other's company with no one around but us."
Then Rachel got real quiet for a moment then came up to me and gave me a warm loving hug and a soft gentle kiss on the lips.
"What was that for," I said shocked but delighted.
"For being the best brother a girl could ever wish for," Rachel said with a soft sigh. "I am so glad to have you back in my life and I never want to lose you again."
"You wont lose me sweetie," I said softly wiping the tears from her eyes. "We are together as a family now and nothing can separate us. You and I share a bond deeper than most and as time goes on it will only become stronger."
The couple of days leading up to our trip were busy. We were running around shopping for presents, buying food to take up with us, I spent the day hunting a live tree for us and ornaments, garland, tinsel and lights to put on it. Finally the day came and we loaded up my yellow Nissan X-terra and headed the 3 hour drive up the coast into the mountains.
We arrived at the town called Beaver Pass and stopped at the little general store to get a last bit of rations such as bread milk and other things we would need. Arriving at the cabin we unpacked and settled in for the evening.
The temperature was in the mid 30's and the ground was till frozen from all the cold nights. The weather called for a good chance of snow with accumulations of three to six inches in the low lying areas and up to a foot or more in the mountains where we were.
It was a good thing we had a back up propane generator in the basement because with the storm came the possibility of losing power. We didn't care too much if the lights were off, we just didn't want our stuff to spoil.
I spent about 2 hours chopping wood for the fire and had enough wood so if it was to be a big snow we would have plenty to burn for a couple of days I then built the fire and started it while Holly prepared supper.
I had brought along my portable table top gas grill so I could cook the steaks inside the screened in porch. While I cooked the steaks, Holly set the table and fixed the salads and drinks.
We ate supper and then we decided it was time to begin the tradition. We both showered and Holly wanted me to wait until she called me before I came back out into the den. She said she had a surprise for me and in her words it would be a Christmas to remember.
