When they got there, golden lights were strung around every tree along the driveway and it was snowing again. The yard had a perfect white blanket over it, and when they pulled up, the house itself rose as a great snow frosted structure, lights along all of the rooftops twinkling against the night. It was decorated beautifully, none of the big inflatable sculptures messing up the lawn, and inside there was a Christmas tree that had to be at least ten feet tall. As lovely as the house was, neither of the siblings really stopped to spend much time admiring; they both hung their coats up by the door and walked together over to the bar.
It was customary for both of them to spend the whole night drinking spiked egg nog, something that was Katrina's favorite and that Aspen himself didn't really care that much for. She smiled wide as she hopped up on one of the stools, leaning forward and ordering a drink for the both of them, taking a long sip as soon as hers was set down by the chuckling bartender. He remembered her clearly, and her brother more as an accessory: the 19 year old girl had been ordering the same drink for the last three years since the first time they were both allowed to the party. Always just together, no dates. And always nothing but egg nog to drink.
Aspen wrinkled his nose a little as he took the first sip, a strong shot of the alcohol in it hitting his tongue and nearly making him cough. That was one thing that had always happened as the both of them had gotten older, the drinks got much more spiked each year. Katrina had two finished by the time Aspen was finished with his first, and he could already tell that was how the rest of the night was going to go.
It wasn't so much that he minded his sister drunk, except her personality became much more... touchy-feely the more she had to drink. She was enough to look at normally, but drunk she would spend every second possible in his lap hugging onto him and babbling about whatever subject he brought up to try and distract himself.
Indeed, by the time that 10:30 had rolled around and Katrina was five egg nogs deep, he had just topped off his third. Making the best decision that he could once he found himself fairly buzzed, he grabbed her hand with a smile, helping her off the stool and making sure she didn't just fall flat when her feet hit the ground. When she was safely upright she laughed a little, wrapping her arms around his and clinging it to her chest, looking up at him with a smile.
"Are you cutting me off already?" She laughed again, leaning her forehead on his shoulder as the two of them walked away from the bar, rubbing his arm a little as she walked surprisingly steadily next to him, looking around the party. It wasn't by any means a loud affair, with quiet piano playing in the background and a few couples doing slow and slightly awkward dances in the other room. They walked down a long tiled hallway that was mostly empty before Katrina pulled him to a sudden stop, eyes wide and thrilled, looking up at the ceiling above him. She pointed upwards with a laugh, leaning herself on him as he looked up.
He blushed, staring the perfect green sprig of mistletoe above both of their heads, looking back down at his sister's grinning face. His head shook almost instantly despite the way his eyes came to a stop on her lips. He was curious what she would taste like, and he almost voiced such in his search to protest it. There was no way she could really expect him to stand here and kiss her! It was crazy, really; no matter what thoughts he had of her she was still his sister.
Before he had drawn in the breath to protest, her fingers had curled into his shirt. She leaned up, and her lips pressed tenderly into his, her tongue cool as it made a slow wander over his lips. It took him a moment to understand the kiss, what was going on. His resistance broke down in the space of several milliseconds, winding his fingers into her hair and pressing back into her mouth hungrily. His tongue wound around hers and his curiosity about the taste was satisfied - booze and something like strawberries along with the cream from the egg nog.
Aspen's mind didn't catch up with him as quickly as he wanted it to, his hands moving from her hair down along her back. Tentatively, they brushed over her breasts, landing and giving a soft squeeze; feeling the weight of them against his palms jerked his mind back into reality, and he stumbled backwards. He gave her shoulders a substantial shove as he did, firmly separating them as he gasped for breath. He shook his head, staring at her as he made certain that he was standing well away from the offending sprig hanging from the ceiling. Through all the shock Aspen felt he looked over to his sister smiling as wide as he'd ever seen. Her nails rest against her lips as her grin grew wider and let her tongue touch softly across them.
"You're not actually a terrible kisser!" She laughed, not sounding nearly as drunken as she had stumbling over to this point. Indeed, she grabbed a hold of his hand quite firmly and led him towards a room at the end of the still emptied hall. He stumbled behind her, panting a bit still as his head shook, staring at her in awe and a small degree of horror. She pushed him in wordlessly, grinning as he looked around and then back to her.
Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, and she kissed him once again. He was less responsive this time, the shock at what she was doing overpowering his instinct to take what he could with this chance. Instead he waited until she let the kiss break on its own, and his head shook. He panted, holding his hands on her shoulders and hopefully keeping those devilishly soft lips away from him.
"W..what in the world do you think you're doing?" He sputtered a little, stepping away and turning, making a quick adjustment of his pants before slowly opening the door and peaking out, ending up quite rudely shoved against it. His sister stood pressed to his back as the door closed once more with his chest pressing against it.
Katrina's hand snaked around to the front of him, and rubbed slowly on the bulge in the front of his pants, grinning as her lips pressed against the cusp of his ear. Her breath was slow as she leaned against him, and the tone of it was predatory. She felt his body nearly tremble against her as her fingers fumbled for a second before removing the trouble of his zipper, letting her hand slide inside and wrap around the warm length of his cock.
Her fingers flexed and slowly her hand began to stroke over the member that pulsed gently in her hand. Her nails bent to lightly graze over the thick vein running down the underside of his cock. She purred softly, her body leaned against his back and her lips still resting at the base of his neck, turned up towards his ear. Her tongue snaked out and brushed across the skin of his neck, feeling the pound of his pulse underneath Aspen's skin. He was shaking still, and as her hand continued to stroke over him, his hips began thrusting forward in an awkward sort of rhythm with her.
He was grasping for focus and failing every time that he came close to catching hold of his mind again. The fact that it was his sister who had a hold of him, who was gliding her thumb on the tip of his cock and catching the pre-cum that had just started to drip out. She grinned behind him, smearing a streak down the length with her thumb, her lips resting small kisses on his neck as well now.
Aspen began to sink deeper and deeper into what was happening, losing grasp of the kind of morality that would have caused him to stop her as she leaned around him, her teeth catching the lobe of his ear and biting down gently, sending an extra pulse of blood up into his cock. It made him gasp as he swelled in her hand before it was pulled away from him, leaving his whole body aching as his hips gave one extra thrust after he was freed from her grasp. He turned towards her as he felt Katrina step back, a wicked smile twisting on her face. Her tongue came out to dart over her lips and it was only a moment before he had closed the both of them into another deep, nearly harsh kiss. His body felt like it was on the verge of collapse and he grabbed a hold of his sisters shoulders, pushing her back towards the large bed in the middle of the room.
He had no idea whose bed it was in the end, but he knew very well what was about to happen on it, and when she fell backwards after the back of her knees met the edge, he hooked his hands underneath them, lifting her legs high up into the air. He couldn't have cared less that she was still fully dressed as she sprawled out on the bed, still standing at the edge with her thighs in his hands. He began moving them slowly downwards towards the black satin that was covering up his sisters plump mound. Her chest was heaving as she breathed, causing her more than full bust to give a little bounce every time her breath came out in gusts.
A squeak fell out of her mouth as his hand came to rest on her pussy, slowly grinding his palm into her lips as his hand curled under her ass. Her leg lay draped over his elbow, bent at the knee as his hand held firmly onto the other thigh, keeping her body spread wide open. His free hand continued to rub and grind against her center for a moment, leaving her moaning softly in frustration until he used his grip on the back of her panties to jerk them down suddenly. Several strands of clear fluid clung to the fabric as it was pulled up to her knees, Aspen adjusting his hands to allow them to fall easily off of her. He grinned as he saw the clear mark of where it had pressed against her wet cunt. The outside of the black panties was good at hiding it, but the lining on the inside had been darkened by the juices dripping into it.
