You can't remember the last time it snowed on Christmas Day. You remember a few flurries some years back, but never it sticking like it is this year. You throw on sweatpants and a t-shirt and rush downstairs.
Your dad sits on his chair sipping coffee, petting the dog. The TV is off--a rarity. It's silent.
"Merry Christmas, bud," he says. "Sleep well?"
"Merry Christmas, Dad," you say.
"Coffee's hot and there's plenty more if you want some."
Before long your step-mother comes down the stairs in her bathrobe. Her hard nipples are visible through her robe. You don't mind. You also don't mind the hug she insists on giving you. "Merry Christmas, sweetie."
She pours herself a cup of coffee and puts on some Christmas music. Frank Sinatra. It's the same album she puts on every Christmas as if no other Christmas records exist.
To everyone's surprise, your step-sister comes down the stairs after about ten minutes. She's wearing a baggy, worn hoodie. She still looks half asleep. Her dyed red hair is up in a messy bun. "Merry Christmas, hun." Your step-sister mumbles the same back, barely audible as she sits cross-legged on the floor by the tree.
"Both kids home from college and all together as a family, how special. Well, let's get started!" your stepmom says, the coffee kicking in. She gets up from the couch and starts handing out presents. You get socks and a flannel shirt. Your sister gets sweaters and earrings and books. Your stepmom then grabs a larger box and gives it to your dad. "A gift from all three of, Santa too," your stepmom says. Your dad opens it. It's two saddlebags for his new Harley that he bought earlier in the year--a midlife crisis mobile he bought for himself. He runs his hands along the leather. He says thank you, and he's beaming, which is a rarity.
"It's time for Santa to open one," your dad says. Your stepmom opens a gift. It's a digital picture frame that connects via Wi-Fi. She's been talking about it all year.
"Time for your big gift, Kat," your stepmom says. She hands your sister a small box. It's a digital camera specifically for vlogging, with a screen that flips out and turns around.
"Thank you, Santa. How did you know this is what I wanted? I forgot to mail my letter in time." She rolls her eyes and puts in the battery and memory card and turns it on and takes a selfie of the whole family.
"The last present," your stepmom says as she hands you a pretty large box.
"Let me guess, forty pairs of socks?" you say.
"That's what you'll get next year if you don't lose that attitude," Dad says.
You tear open the wrapping paper and catch a glimpse of the box. You know instantly what it is. You've watched dozens of unboxing videos and fawned over it at the store. A VR headset. The latest model. "Thank you so much," you say. Your step-sister snaps a photo of you opening the packaging. You pull out the headset. You grip the controller wands. You can't wait to try it out.
Your family has moved on though, they're not interested in your headset. But they're happy you're happy.
Everyone gets up and moves to the kitchen for what your stepmom calls Special Christmas Breakfast which is just pancakes with fried eggs and bacon, but it's what she's made every Christmas since she got together with your dad. You never complain, even if you don't see what's so special about it. You dutifully spend the morning with your family, which your sister recorded nearly every minute of with her camera, but at a certain point you just want to play with your new toy, so you disappear into your bedroom.
You buy a few games for your new headset--one where you swing a sword to the beat of the music, one where you sculpt in three dimensions, and one where you shoot aliens. You're happy, really happy. It's the best gift you've gotten in years, especially since Christmas gifts fall off a cliff around the age of sixteen. Soon enough, it's just socks and gift cards until you die. But your stepmom and dad delivered this year.
You bring your laptop down into the living room that evening to show your family. Your stepmom says, "No, thanks" and returns to reading. Your dad tries out and comments that it's certainly no Mario, the only game he played when he was younger. He pronounces it mare-e-oh, not marh-e-oh, even though your dad's not Italian and wouldn't say it that way if it was someone he knew, but for some reason, he does when talking about the game. The headset makes your dad a bit nauseous, he's not used to it. He returns to nursing a beer and watching sports on the television with the dog on his lap. "Cool gadget, you got there," he says.
Your step-sister gives it a try and catches on pretty quickly. She said she's seen videos of them before but never tried one. She looks silly flailing her arms around trying to slash to the rhythm of the music. After she's finished, she says, "That was dumb," and laughs.
Once they all have their fill with the spectacle, you return to your room. You play games on it for hours, losing track of time. You don't even hear your dad and stepmom say goodnight. Finals are through. There's no schoolwork to worry about. Sure, you miss your friends and the freedom of having an all-expenses paid independent lifestyle on campus, but it's nice to just relax sometimes.
You pass out at 2 A.M.
You wake up at 10 A.M. The snow outside keeps piling up. It's so windy it's snowing horizontally.
You head downstairs for a bowl of cereal. Your dad walks in and says, "You slept through all the fun."
"What fun?" you ask.
"Shoveling the driveway. But don't worry, it's still coming down and you can take the next shift."
You retreat to your room with your bowl of cereal. It's the perfect day to be home on winter break with nothing else to do. It's the perfect day to do nothing but use your new VR headset.
You play some more of the rhythm game. You figure it's almost like a workout. You do break a bit of a sweat, so you guess it counts. Exercise, check. Now you can veg out all day guilt-free.
But you're overcome with a feeling. The feeling that spreads through your entire body and makes it hard to think about anything else. You're horny.
You then remember your rich friend at college who has owned most of the VR headset models since they surged in popularity. He told you about some of the steamy games on it.
You browse the storefront and filter by adult games. You scroll through, nothing catches your eye. Lots of anime porn games, but none of them are for VR. You filter by VR adult games. A highly rated one catches your eye--Step-Sister Simulator. Wouldn't that be kind of weird though? You've thought of Kat before in that way, sure, hasn't every step-sibling? You've watched your fair share of porn with step-sisters and stepmoms, so you decide no, it's not that weird. It's only weird if I make it weird.
It's your lucky day, Step-Sister Simulator is on sale. You buy it. It costs more than most games you buy, but you figure that's just the cost of doing business. Your cock starts to get hard as you watch the progress bar as it downloads, the anticipation killing you. Finally, it's done downloading. Thank god for high-speed internet.
You stand up and start the game. You're in a bedroom not too unlike your own, but it's a girl's room. You look around. There's a bed and a desk and a dresser and posters on the wall.
A tiny topless fairy with wings and a wand flies past. You turn your head to follow. The fairy stops and hovers above the desk.
"Welcome to Step-Sister Simulator, you horny brother," the topless fairy says in a high-pitched voice. "Tell me a bit about your step-sister," she says as her small tits bounce up and down.
The screen flashes and a 3D model appears in the room of a blonde-haired young woman wearing jeans and a sweater looking down at her phone, tapping away. A menu with various options appears to the right. You point to the first option, hairstyle, and cycle through the options. There's a ponytail, a bob, short and messy, long and flowing. Each time you change the option, the model looks up at you, annoyed. You select the bob and then move on to hair color. Every color imaginable is an option, from the usual blonde and brunette to various dyes. You select the red dye. The next option is skin color, and you make it a little paler. You then cycle through the face presets and select a narrow face with pronounced cheekbones. Next is body size. You adjust it to get it just right. Next is breast size. You make them larger and the sweater poofs off the model, revealing the larger breasts. It's not right though. You make them smaller. You start stroking your cock in your boxers with your free hand. The young woman notices you're staring at her chest and crosses her arms and pouts.
