"Ok, Mom. Yes, don't worry, we'll be there," Jen said to her iPhone. "No, Mom, I won't forget the pavlova."
Smooth cheekbones shone back at her from the window.
"Simon has literally just pulled in. I gotta let him in. We'll see you and Dad later...okay...Yes, we'll be safe...love you."
Jen tapped the hang up button, pretending not to hear her mother's persisting voice, and placed the phone down on the glass coffee table. She strode barefoot past the piano, to the long mirror in the corner of the living room. She checked that her hair was still held in the clip, and that the slim white belt around her waist hadn't budged. The emerald gown she wore split teasingly down her chest, and along her left leg. Fidgeting at its tightness, she couldn't help think that it was more suited for a girl with smaller breasts. She grinned to herself as the front door closed. The sweet scent of pavlova filled her nostrils. The food was ready for the evening, and she was ready for him.
Half turning around to receive him, a meaty hand slid around her waist and hoisted her onto her toes. She spun into his embrace, spreading her fingers against his chest. A hand rose to maul his jet-black hair. His stubble glanced her chin as they kissed.
"You got here quick," Jen said, unbuttoning his silk shirt.
"16 Mercury Road. Been coming often enough," he said between kisses.
"Like I keep saying. Why not move in? It's practically yours anyway."
His hand wandered down the green satin and clasped a hidden butt cheek.
"Wait, Simon," she said, nodding towards the Victorian bay window overlooking the driveway. "Unless you don't mind. I don't."
Simon let out a deep sigh as he pulled away from her and closed the curtains.
"You're right. We should be more careful. Do people...neighbors... ask why I'm over so often? They know I'm your brother, right?"
"I'm not sure what they know. They mostly keep to themselves. Who cares. Anyway, it's Christmas."
"We should be careful. Especially the day that's in it."
"I know," Jen said as she lay against his chest and gazed up at him. "Why did we ever agree to spend Christmas at Mom and Dad's. I just got off the phone with her."
His thumb felt soft as it slid from her button nose to her full lips.
"I see you're all ready to go," he said. "Sexy dress. It matches your eyes. Do you mean to tease me for the entire holiday, cruel woman?"
Still beaming up at him, Jen squeezed his cock through his jeans.
"We still have a little time."
She nudged him onto the plush sofa, then knelt down between his legs. He was wearing his brown leather belt today, Jen observed as it came loose in her hands.
"I love how hard you get for me," she said as she licked her palm.
"You make it easy," he groaned.
"Did my doctor have a long day?" she whispered.
"Hmmmph," came his handjob ridden reply.
She glared at him with bold eyes.
"I want you to cum in my mouth."
She pressed her lips against skin, mapping gentle kisses down his thick shaft. Her tongue circled his testicles and dragged precum around the glazed head. Leaning forward to swallow him deeper, her fingers relished in the smoothness of his iron chest.
"Oh, Jen," he said in a husky voice.
As his cock travelled further inside her, Jen knew he wouldn't hold out much longer. After all, it had been three days since she'd been with him last; too long for both of them. She'd have to wait for the familiar warm mouthful, however, as large hands closed around her arms and dragged her up his body. Their lips met briefly before Simon led her towards the black piano that stood against the wall. Having been spun forward and bent over the keyboard cover, she was forced to support herself on the dark, shiny wood. She felt an exhilarating coolness brush her skin as her dress was lifted and panties were yanked down. She shifted slightly to kick them free and gasped as his cock found her drenched pussy lips.
Jen opened her mouth to speak, but a long groan stole her words. His fingers tightened around her shoulder as powerful thighs crashed into her delicate ass. The vibration caused the piano to play its incoherent music. Each heavy thump stung Jen, but she loved him for it. She loved that her strong, sophisticated man had become a lust filled animal around her. Sensing his heavy breaths, Jen attempted to speak again. A tinge of disappointment came over her, because as usual, he broke their forbidden link by pulling out of her. Out of habit, Jen twisted whilst falling to her knees. They never touched the hard floor as Simon caught her and perched her effortlessly onto the smooth fallboard. Her bare feet dangled as she faced him. Sweat patches were obvious around his armpits as he pulled off his blazer and reached into the pocket. He chucked the jacket and little box aside. A fine, golden chain curled his thick fingers.
"An apple for my Eve," he said, fastening the necklace around her. "Merry Christmas, Jen."
