Secret Santa

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cuckold, Wife Watching, Incest, Mother, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, InLaws, First, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: I take my wife home to her family for the holidays.

This was originally posted for the 2014 Winter Story Contest as "Special Occasions" ... but needed some rework. Sorry it took so long to get done.

I glanced over at my wife, all muffled up in her parka and scarf, as we pulled up the long drive to her folks home. I quickly looked over my shoulder into the back seat to make sure that our daughter, swaddled up to look like a lump in her car seat, was still sleeping. Sandy had been born in September and this was going to be the first time that Sara's family had seen her.

Sara and I live in Seattle. She had been going to school there and I am a new engineer working for the city. Now she is on 'pause' from school for a while due to Sandy. We had been going together for almost a year prior to last March when we found out that she was pregnant. We loved each other and were edging that way anyway, so it was really no great leap to make the life commitment that Sandy's pending arrival was pushing on us. We had done the justice-of-the-peace thing to get hitched in a hurry, and then had a little get together in my parents' backyard for my family and friends. Sara's family who lived eight hours inland and were dealing with the spring birthing season for the herd on their small family farm at the time, couldn't get there. While I had met them briefly two summers ago, this was the first time that I would be seeing them as their daughter's husband.

Sara had made the point quite strongly that we absolutely had to go to her folks' place for Christmas. We actually had a fight over it because I really didn't want to drive that far, through the mountains, in the winter. But, she won. She always did. Not only was Christmas a special family occasion, but her younger sister, Stephanie, had her birthday on December 25th, and would be turning eighteen this year ... tomorrow. For some reason it was imperative that Sara join her family to celebrate Steph's birthday.

Last time I was here was just a quickie afternoon stopover while travelling, and I was only the new boyfriend at that point, so I had only briefly met Sara's mother, Susan, and father, Tom. This would be the first time that I got to meet Stephanie, and Sara's older brother Matt who was twenty five.

My bride is in her early twenties, short at five foot two, with long brown hair. As I glanced at her again, I couldn't see the wonderful hourglass figure that she worked so hard to regain after Sandy's birth, bundled as it was under her winter gear. She caught me looking and blessed me with that radiant smile of hers. All I could think of was the mental image I had of her standing in her t-shirt and nothing else as she completed the last minute packing this morning.

In the darkness – we were arriving late after our long drive - we drove around the two huge spruce, brightly lit and gaily decorated for the season, in her folk's large front yard. They looked like two especially tall Christmas trees set there solely to welcome in the holiday. The early season snow was already piled around the yard and it was obvious that someone had had to shovel the driveway at least once. We pulled up to the side of the house. As we got out we could see that our arrival had been anticipated.

A tall man that I took to be Matt jumped down the steps in his sock feet, landing on the snow covered sidewalk, as Susan held the front door open and ran to help us with our luggage. He quickly shook my hand, saying 'hi', and gave a quick peck to Sara who was bending over in the back seat unbuckling our daughter's car seat/carrier from the car. Briefly I thought I saw him drag his hand up her shapely ass as she was bent over, but maybe not. Then, between the three of us we gathered up four bags and Sandy and headed for the door that Susan was still holding open. We did not have any Christmas presents with us as Sara had been firm in stating that her family didn't buy presents to celebrate this special occasion.

Up the steps, in the house, and there was a flurry of movement as we crowded into the small entrance. The house was a wartime build, a story and a half with three small bedrooms upstairs, a small kitchen, bathroom that everybody shared, and the living room downstairs. Glancing into the living room I could see a Christmas tree all decked out with the traditional decorations. I could also see six large and one small stocking, that I guessed was for Sandy, hung over the mantle of the old wood burning fireplace along one wall.

Our bags were dropped, Sandy in her carrier set carefully on the floor, and coats were pulled from us revealing me in my sweatshirt and jeans, and Sara dressed in her old gray t-shirt hanging loose over form fitting yoga pants that hugged her butt – we had dressed for comfort on the trip. Sara's dad extended his hand to me.

Tom is a large man in his early fifties. Short gray hair and rugged face suited the gray cardigan worn over a plaid shirt and jeans. I could see the pipe sticking out of his shirt pocket as he gripped my hand and welcomed me to their home.

He let go of my hand to be replaced by Matt's. As I said, Matt is a big man, easily six inches taller than my five foot ten, and a couple of inches bigger than his dad. Big in the chest with arms and legs apparently carved out of large trees. I could tell that the work on this family farm was keeping both him and his father very fit. I could also now understand better my wife's focus on getting back in shape.

Matt was replaced by Susan, who came in very close to hug me tightly. Susan, also in her early fifties, is even shorter than Sara, barely five feet tall. She was wearing a flowing red dress, belted at the waist, with a stylish sweater, unbuttoned, over the top. I noticed the unbuttoned sweater as she pressed herself into me because I could very easily feel the nubs of my mother-in-law's nipples push into my chest through my sweatshirt. Momentarily I tried to pull back but she maintained her grip, shifting her hands up to pull my face down into a kiss causing her nipples to drag up my chest. I expected a motherly kiss on the cheek so I was again surprised by the open mouth that met my lips. In a second I could feel her tongue press into me and I was too shocked to resist.

My eyes flew around wildly as her tongue twirled around mine and I could clearly see my new father-in-law bending over my wife, his daughter, also obviously thrusting his tongue into her mouth. The only difference was that my wife was apparently eagerly returning the favour – and I swear I saw his hands brush up and down her t-shirted back before one hand swept out of my sight, in between them. I couldn't see to know for sure, but if it was me, with my hand there, my hand would be cupping one of her delectable breasts.

My attention refocused upon Susan as she gave my butt cheeks a squeeze and then stepped back from me. "It is very nice to have you join our family, David, and especially to bring our daughter back to be with us on this very special occasion. Thank you," she said with a sweet smile. My face was flushed and I could feel a semi-stiffy straining in my jeans.

I was still thunderstruck as I nodded to her. Her husband stepped back from Sara and was replaced with Matt as Stephanie enveloped me in a hug. Steph is a little taller, but still short, standing about the same height as Sara. Steph's hair, a mousy blonde similar to Sara's, is different than the long flowing locks that my wife and her mother sported as she has hers done in a short page boy cut that frames her face giving her a pixie'ish appearance. She looks very young, and very beautiful. Steph was wearing a shorter white cotton dress without any adornment. It came to her knees and there were buttons from the waist up the back. I could see the straps of her bra showing through the white dress.

Steph also reached up with both hands to pull my face down into a kiss while pressing into me in a full-body hug. My semi immediately stiffened to full on 'hard'. I was better prepared for the kiss and opened my mouth to accept this sweet girl's tongue right away, while trying to angle my lower body away from contact. She had a delicious taste to her – not that Susan had tasted bad!

From the corner of my eye I could see Matt step into Sara's open arms, and I swear I saw him blatantly draw his hands up the front of her leg as he murmured something into her ear. His hand remained there, out of my sight, for a moment while my wife nodded her smiling face at her big brother. Then I could see her butt arch suddenly away from the hidden hand and her lips opened into a laugh accompanied by her waiving a finger in his face. Then Matt swept my wife into a full-on lip lock, and I could clearly see her cheek billow as his tongue invaded her mouth!

I was distracted by the fingers curling in my hair as Steph sucked on my tongue. She is such a sweet kisser!

"Ok everybody. That is enough for now. We'll have some more fun later ... let them get settled," this from Tom as he bent to pick up Sandy, and then stood back a bit with a huge smile on his face. Matt and Sara broke their embrace at the same time as Stephanie stepped back from me. I was very glad for the jeans I was wearing and the long sweatshirt hanging in front of them because I was sporting a boner like no tomorrow. "Sara, you and Steph help your mother finish setting the dinner out. Matt, help Dave take their things up to your room."

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