Home For The Holidays Ch 06

In order to better acquaint yourself with the characters and storyline, it is recommended that you check out chapters one through five before indulging in this one.

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It was nearly noon on Saturday by the time I took another shower after the episode between me, Chrissy, my Aunt Joan and Uncle Joe. This last day before I left to go back to school was already flying by; I quickly dressed in an effort to get out of the house before losing any more time. I had planned to meet some of my old friends from the neighborhood for lunch so, rather than fill up on a late breakfast, I just toasted an English muffin, let some butter melt into the nooks and crannies before eating it, and sipped a cup of coffee that had been in the pot since Aunt Joan put it up hours before.

I drove over toward Chuck's house, where we were all supposed to meet, but passed Laura's house along the way. She was loading up her car and getting ready to go back to school today, trying to avoid the heavier traffic on Sunday. I stopped my car next to hers; she looked up to see me and smiled before walking over. As she approached, I rolled the passenger front window down and said, "Hi, I guess you'll be getting on the road soon."

"Yeah," she replied, brushing the hair that had fallen to the front of her face aside with her hand. She bent over and leaned on my door, saying, "The car's almost packed and I've got lots of food from mom, as you can imagine. Will you be coming home for Christmas?"

"Sure, I don't like to miss Christmas with the family," I told her.

"I'll be coming home too; maybe we could get together again."

I thought for just a moment, realizing just how much I enjoyed being with Laura again, after such a long time... and not just for the sex. "Yeah, I'd really like to see you again."

Laura had a kind of smug expression as she said, "Hummm, I'll bet you would."

"No, I MEAN it... and not just for... well, you know."

"I know, Danny," she said, with a laugh. "I'd love to get together again too. Give me a call when you get home and we'll set something up, okay?"

I left Laura to finish packing her car and thought about her on the rest of the drive to Chuck's house. A couple of other old friends were already there by the time I walked in; I had known Paul and Darren from our early days in grammar school. We spent some time catching up on what was new between us all, and reminisced about the times we spent together. Everyone was talking about their latest girlfriends or plans for the future. I just told them that I had met up with Laura again but left out all the details of our encounter.

"Ohhhhh... the childhood sweetheart syndrome," Paul chided.

I just smiled and let them talk. Imagine their expressions if I told them what REALLY happened to me over the past three days.

We piled into my car and I drove to some of our favorite old hangouts, stopping by Blackie's for a couple of their famous hot dogs before heading over to bowl a few games. Afterward, we stopped by Wentworth's for ice cream before I dropped everyone back at Chuck's place and headed back to Aunt Joan's. The temperature was dropping and a light snow had started to fall, giving the central Connecticut countryside a dusting as I drove along.

My aunt had invited Chrissy and I to a little gathering of some friends she and Uncle Joe had invited over for the evening. When she brought the subject up, I said, "Aunt Joan, I appreciate that you'd like us over for your party but I think we'd feel out of place. I mean no offense but I doubt that Chrissy and I would have much in common with your friends... the age difference and all."

"Oh, don't be silly," she replied, "I think you'll get along fine with our guests. If you find it's boring or don't like them, you can always excuse yourselves and say you have to go meet some of your own friends before leaving for school tomorrow."

I arrived back at Aunt Joan's shortly before their guests were due to arrive. It was getting dark out and the snow was still coming down but the wind had also picked up a bit. I went to my room and got some better clothes out, preparing to meet my aunt and uncle's friends. As I was getting dressed, I heard a knock on the door and called, "Who is it?"

Without answering, Chrissy opened the door and walked in, finding me in my shorts and tee-shirt. "What's going on?" I asked.

Chrissy sat on the bed wearing only her panties and bra and motioned for me to sit next to her.

"Bro, you're not going to believe what happened this afternoon."

"Oh, no," I thought. "Don't tell me you seduced mom again," I replied.

"No, not mom," she said, "and I didn't really SEDUCE her."

I thought for a moment before coming to the obvious conclusion, "NO! Don't tell me..."

"Listen," she began, "I went home after leaving here this morning and found the house empty; mom must have taken grandma and grandpa out for the day. But Daddy's car was in the driveway so I figured he must be around, somewhere, right?

So, I guessed he was in his workshop; you know, the room attached to the garage. I walked out the back door of the house and over to the garage but, before going in, I decided to surprise him so I was careful not to make any noise. I was very quiet and opened the side door to the garage without a sound. Then, I tiptoed over to the door to his workshop and found it closed but not latched. I quietly nudged it open so he wouldn't hear me but so that I could see what he was up to and guess what I saw?"

I just looked at Chrissy, dumbstruck. I couldn't imagine what to expect next.

"Danny, he was standing at his workbench, wearing a long jacket, but it was completely open in the front. His dick was sticking out the unzipped fly in his pants, and he was looking at a magazine; he was turning the pages with one hand while jerking off with the other," Chrissy reported.

"Jeeeezzzz... so, what happened next?" I asked.

"Well, I was watching for a few seconds, wondering if I should leave, when the door moved a bit and creaked; he looked up to see me staring at him with my mouth open," she added. "I was standing there, face-to-face with daddy, as he let go of his dick and tried to cover himself by pulling his jacket together in front of himself."

"'Chrissy... I didn't hear you come in' Daddy said. 'I... I guess I should have locked the door but I didn't think anyone was home.'

'I'm sorry, daddy,' I replied. 'I didn't mean to spy on you; I was planning on surprising you but I didn't know you were... busy.'

'It's okay, Chrissy,' dad said, pointing at the magazine, 'I guess I shouldn't have been doing something like this in a place where someone could catch me; it's not your fault. I'm sorry I put you in this position; it's probably been embarrassing for you.'

I answered, 'Gee, dad, don't feel so guilty. I mean, everybody plays with themselves sometimes, right?' But, pointing toward his concealed dick, I added, 'I would think you'd save some of that for mom, though.'

Dad looked kind of sullen for a moment, just like mom did when I mentioned sex to her in that dressing room at the store when we were shopping on Friday. Then he said, 'Chrissy, your mom and I don't have much of a sex life anymore. You know, after twenty-five years of marriage, it gets kind of stale... and then, well, there are things your mother never really liked to do anyway.'

I was curious so I asked, 'Like what, dad? You can tell me... I'm a big girl now.'

Dad picked up the magazine and then showed it to me; on the cover was a girl on her knees, with some guy's big cock half way in her mouth.

'Mom doesn't like to give head, huh?' I observed.

'Oh, she tried it a few times but never really enjoyed it. I think she wanted to do it to please me but it was always something she did reluctantly,' dad said.

'I guess she never let you cum in her mouth then, right?'

Dad shook his head side to side, then added, 'I can't believe I'm having this talk with you Chrissy; I feel a bit awkward.'

'Daddy, I guess you know I've had quite a few boyfriends and I'm not a virgin anymore. Why don't you let me do something for you? I'd love to make you feel good and it'll help make up for my interrupting you,' I said.

'What do you mean, Chrissy?' He asked.

I walked closer to daddy and pulled his jacket open; his boner was still sticking out the front of his pants. I grabbed his cock with my hand while crouching in front of him; I held it straight out as I put my mouth over the head and started moving my head back and forth.

'Chrissy,' he said, 'we can't do this... you're my daughter, for god's sake.'

I paused long enough to say, 'Daddy, it's no big deal... I mean, sex is something to be enjoyed and you really need some pleasure right now. Why not let me give it to you... it's something I really want to do for you.'

Daddy shook his head in disbelief but made no further attempt to stop me. I sucked gently on his prick while taking it as far down my throat as I could, then began massaging his balls. Daddy began to moan, saying, 'Ohhhh, Chrissy, that feels sooooo good! I can't believe you're doing this for me.'

I sucked on his cock for a minute or so, feeling it getting harder and thicker in my mouth. I removed dad's prick long enough to look up into his blue eyes and ask, 'Would you like to cum in my mouth, daddy?'

"Chrissy, your mom never let me do that. Would you really let me... shoot my load in your mouth?' He asked, staring back down at me.

'Daddy,' I said, 'You can do whatever you want. You can cum on my face or down my throat... I'll swallow all your sperm if you'd like.'

He thought for a moment, then said, 'I'd love to cum in your mouth but, after I'm done, could you open up and show it to me. Could we do that, Chrissy?'

I slowly nodded my head 'yes' and placed my lips back around daddy's rigid pole. I sucked it deep into my throat and made sure my hot mouth and tongue touched every inch of his cock. He was really getting aroused and soon started humping my face. I looked up and saw his eyes closed and head leaning back. I knew he was getting near his peak so I kept just the head of his prick in my mouth; then, I moved my tight lips back and forth over the ridge as I continued sucking. My right hand slid back and forth on his wet shaft and my other hand continued to play with his balls as he started to moan and grunt. 'Daddy never had a blow job like this one,' I thought to myself.

At last, he tensed up and I could feel the cream as it pumped through his fat boner. Jet after jet of hot cum soon coated my tongue and flooded my mouth until it couldn't hold any more. Trickles of jizz were oozing out from between my lips until I finally removed daddy's dick from my mouth and looked at it, dripping wet as I held it in my hand. My lips were tightly clenched and my cheeks were puffed out, trying to hold all daddy's spunk inside.

Daddy was looking down at me now as I raised my head up and our eyes met; I opened my mouth to exhibit the large pool of semen that had collected there. I moved my tongue around, allowing it to cause more of the pearly white cream to drip out and down my chin.

Daddy said, 'Oh, Chrissy, I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life. Let me see you swallow some... but not all of it, okay?'

I closed my lips and let some of the cream slide down my throat; then, I looked back at daddy and opened up again, my tongue and lower mouth still coated with his jizz. Then, daddy did something I never would have expected; he squatted down in front of me and kissed me full on the lips, extending his tongue deep into my mouth. His spunk was freely flowing from my mouth to his and I'm sure he had to swallow some. I shot my tongue so deep into daddy's mouth and we sucked on each other's lips before finally coming up for air.'"

"Wow, Chrissy," I said. "First me, then Aunt Joan, Uncle Joe, and mom... now DAD! You've had a busy Thanksgiving holiday."

"Wait... that's not all," she told me. "Daddy started to apologize, telling me we really shouldn't have done all we did.

I said, 'Please don't feel guilty, Daddy, it was all my idea. I guess I've been a naughty girl, haven't I? What did you used to do to me when I was a bad little girl?'

Daddy just looked at me as I led him to a chair in the room and made him sit down. I stood in front of him and unsnapped my jeans, letting them drop to the floor. before I added, 'I'm ready to accept my punishment Daddy.'

I bent over Daddy's lap, lying on my tummy with my bare butt sticking up in the air as I said, 'Okay, Daddy, you can spank me now.'

Daddy didn't know what to say or do; he uttered, 'Chrissy, this isn't necessary...'

But I interrupted, adding, 'Come on, Daddy, spank your little girl's bare bum now; you know I deserve it.'

So, reluctantly following my lead, Daddy started to spank my bottom... easy at first, but as I prodded him on, he began hitting harder, making the cheeks of my ass red. Finally, I shouted, 'Ohhh, Daddy... you're hitting so hard... you're hurting your little girl.'

He stopped immediately, saying, 'Oh, Chrissy, I'm so sorry... I really didn't want to...'

I just said, 'Ohhh, Daddy, rub my bare butt and make it feel better now.'

As Daddy started rubbing my ass, I added, 'Oh, that feels better, Daddy; rub me between my legs and make me feel better there, too.'

He placed his hand between my thighs and started to rub all around. Soon, he explored higher, following the crack of my ass down to my pussy and messaging it from behind. I was getting wetter and wetter and my pussy was starting to drip. I said, 'Daddy, put your finger in my cunny and feel how wet it is.'

He tentatively touched my pussy and felt the wetness seeping out, coating his fingers. "Chrissy, I really shouldn't... "

But daddy didn't stop touching my muff; I felt his finger probe the entrance to my cunt before he slid a finger slowly all the way in. 'Ohhh, that's so nice, Daddy,' I told him. Daddy felt the juice running from my pussy and he stopped touching me for a moment and raised his hand to his mouth, first smelling his fingers and then licking them.

After he finger-fucked me for a minute or two, I said, 'Could you play with my clitty and make me cum, Daddy?'

Daddy used one hand to rub my ass and poke around my bung hole while he used the other to rub my clit and continue to dip into my wet slit. Finally, I felt myself approaching a huge climax and started breathing soooo hard... squealing and screaming really loud. It was a good thing no one was in the house or they would have surely heard me all the way in there as I squirmed all around Daddy's lap and flooded his hand with my juice."

Chrissy paused, smiled and glanced down at my lap; listening to her story had caused my erection to grow and my shorts exhibited a large bulge. "Wow! Look at that... you got all excited hearing all about daddy and me. "

She reached into my shorts and pulled my hard-on out; it was fully erect and throbbing with precum oozing from the head. Wrapping her fist around the shaft and shaking it about, she said, "Oh, Danny, I need this monster inside my pussy right now."

"Sis, we don't have time for this now; Aunt Joan's guests will be arriving any minute."

My sister released her grip on my dick and got up from the bed to stand in front of me. She pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them before moving closer to me; she took my right hand and placed it between her legs so I could feel her snatch.

"I got so excited just telling you about it; don't you feel how wet I am?" she asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Chrissy pushed me down on the bed, slid my shorts off my legs and climbed on top of me. She kneeled over me, straddling my torso with a leg on either side, then held my thick pole in her hand as she lowered her pussy onto it. I looked down past my chest to see the head of my dick disappear into her cunt, followed by the rest of my shaft until the pubic hair was tight against her mound.

"This shouldn't take too long, bro... I know you're as hot as I am. I'll bring us both off really quick and then we can go meet auntie's guests."

She began fucking me with long, slow strokes as she raised and lowered her pelvis, keeping my hard cock firmly clasped within her love tunnel. Chrissy was right, though; I wouldn't last long. My dick was ready to explode as soon as she engulfed it with her snug pussy. She started rubbing her clit with her right hand, making her cunt muscles even tighter around my prick as she continued driving me ever closer to my release. I don't know how she did it but it felt like I was being fucked and sucked at the same time. I reached up and held one of Chrissy's beautiful tits in each of my hands , squeezing them and rubbing the nipples between my fingers.

The head of my cock was buried deep inside her vagina as my semen suddenly shot up inside my sister. Just as I started cumming, I heard Chrissy moaning and breathing hard as she reached her climax. It was probably the fastest we'd ever reached our orgasms; our combined juices trickled down the length of my cock as we savored the intense high we shared.

Chrissy slowly lifted herself off my wilting pole and got off the bed, the creamy white cum dripping from her snatch and running down her leg. My dick was covered with the gooey jizz so I grabbed a couple of tissues from the night table and wiped it off as my sister put her panties back on, flashed me a big smile, and exited the room. I grabbed a towel from the end of the bed and wrapped it around me so I could run to the bathroom and wash my dick off before putting some clothes on.

By the time I got dressed and walked down the hall from my room, I could hear voices in the living room; it seemed the company had started to arrive. Chrissy was helping Aunt Joan get some snacks on plates in the kitchen while Uncle Joe was helping a couple who had just come in with their coats.

"Still snowing out there, Dave?" Uncle asked.

"No, it's actually turned to freezing rain," the other man replied, "it's getting pretty slippery on the roads and all the tree branches have a thin coat of ice on them." It seemed the weather had taken a turn for the worse.

Uncle Joe saw me standing by the archway to the kitchen and motioned for me to come closer. "This is my nephew, Danny," he said. "Danny, these are our friends, Dave and Sandy."

I remembered the names from the story Aunt Joan had told me, about the couple they met at the resort in the Poconos, who initiated them into swinging. "Pleased to meet you both," I replied, "I believe Aunt Joan has mentioned your names before."

"It's good to meet you too, Danny... your aunt and uncle have told us a great deal about you," Dave said, with a wink of his eye.

Uncle Joe left to hang their coats up as Dave and Sandy walked toward the kitchen to say hello to Aunt Joan. I wondered just how much my aunt and uncle had told them about Chrissy and me. When I heard the doorbell ring again, uncle was just returning to the room so I told him, "I'll get it."

I opened the door to find the sleet raining down on another couple as they smiled at me and quickly stepped in from the cold.

"Hi, I'm Danny; can I take your coats?" I asked.

The man shook my hand and introduced himself as Phil, as he took off his coat. "And this is my wife, Brenda."

I held Phil's coat over my left arm, awaiting Brenda to hand me hers. She unbuttoned the front and let her husband take it off her shoulders. My eyes opened wide as I took in a tall, statuesque blonde with long, flowing hair and a beautiful face. I imagined her to be about forty, but she had a sophisticated look about her. She wore a long, sheer red dress that kind of wrapped around her as the left and right sides simply crossed in front. There was a sash at the waist that held the whole thing together but it created a long and loose plunging neckline on the top and a longer open slit below. The areas under her arms were also open, allowing part of her breasts to be seen from the sides as well. Clearly, this woman had a fantastic body and she was proud to show it off by wearing such a revealing dress.