Our parents had decided to eat the traditional huge holiday meal for Christmas Eve around 2 pm. We ate ham, green bean casserole, potato salad, sweet potatoes, and followed it up for dessert with my mother's family recipe chocolate cake. Everyone ate too much, like always, and then plopped down in front of the television in the living room to watch a Christmas movie or two.
My sister and I sat apart from each other, she on the red velvet couch at the right-hand corner of the room, myself on the brown recliner lined up flush with the massive television screen. If it had been up to us, she would have been sitting in my lap, with her tongue in my mouth.
"Patience, patience." I thought to myself. I suspected she was thinking the same way. I'd discovered that it didn't take much for her to lubricate, especially when she was sucking my cock. I fantasized that she had me in her mouth as I rocked back and forth. I snuck a peek at her from across the room and produced a half-smile that was full of lust but quite deliberately muted. We couldn't be too obvious in front of our parents.
They suspected nothing. Conversation was pleasant and mostly centered around the riots in the Pacific Northwest and California, where my sister lived now. She was a nurse in a hospital and grateful for the time away from the front lines. Shortly before leaving, she'd been among the first to take the vaccine, which put my soon-to-be elderly parents at ease. I would be among the last to get it, but at forty, without any major underlying health conditions, had never been deathly afraid of the virus in the first place.
My parents retired to their bedroom to take a food coma nap. I'd pursued a million dreams with my sister. In my masturbatory reveries, we'd done everything possible and more. Now in reality, we were finding our primary fantasies mostly fulfilled, not that a repeat was unwelcome. I came across the idea of giving her a deep tissue massage. I'd taken a few classes here and there at the local community college and was curious to give it a try on her.
She eagerly assented. First, I ran my fingers through her hair, from the top of her head, down her shoulder, to about her mid back. "Yum. I love it when people play with my hair." Having hit upon something she clearly enjoyed, I kept at it for several minutes. Then I massaged her neck with medium force between the fingers of my right hand. She moaned and began to grind her pussy into the mattress of the bed.
Next, I moved down to both shoulders. I placed my right hand on her right shoulder and my left hand on her left shoulder. There was a small knot in both places, which with pressure I managed to get to relax and lie flat. "That's good, big brother. Keep it going."
I had not come unprepared for this visit. What nerve! I'd brought some massage oil with me and proceeded to drizzle it down her naked upper back, down further and further. To test the impact, I was making with her, I paused briefly, noticing without having to enter her cunt how wet she had already grown. The natural lubrication had begun to run down in between her thighs. And she smelled delicious.
I massaged her lower back, then each ass cheek. I paused to apply more massage oil to her legs as I drifted downward, downward, even more still. "Flip over, baby," I implored.
She complied eagerly. I drizzled massage oil across her face and down to her collarbone. I gently massaged the muscles in her forehead and cheeks, then across the front side of her shoulder blades. She was totally limp now, from head to toe. I was tempted to penetrate her immediately but felt it would be best for both of us if I completed the full procedure before going any further.
My hand, unable to resist themselves, cupping her huge breasts in between greedy fingers. I squeezed and she said, "Oh, that feels amazing." I kissed between them, as I had done the night before, before making my way down her stomach. I felt the edge of her pubic hair brushed against my finger as I plunged my fingers into her cunt. As you'll recall, she had such a thick mound that locating her opening was not an easy task at first.
