Peppermint Patty

by RejectReality

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Brother, Sister, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Sis craves peppermint. Brother craves Sis. Christmas and a candy cane might just help them both satisfy their cravings.

Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother's house we go.

It's going to be a long few days.

I thought my ordeal was over when Patty went away to college, and in a way, it was. She only came home for holidays, and they were always busy, so I could usually find ways to put distance between us. It wasn't that we had a bad relationship. Quite the opposite, in fact. Though she was two years older, she had always tried to include me in whatever she was doing when we were younger. We rarely fought, and even as we got older, she often found time to spend with me.

It would have all been perfect except for one little problem. Somewhere along the line, between how nice she was to me, the way she dressed and acted around me, and my less than stellar social life, I'd developed decidedly un-brotherly feelings for my strawberry-blonde sister.

It had always been there, but one night was the tipping point that pushed me past all my rationalizations and reservations. Not long before she went off to college, I came home to find her crying in her room. I went in to check on her, and before I knew it, she had her arms wrapped around me. Holding her that night as she sobbed and told me about her boyfriend cheating on her was the last straw of my denial. I had to admit my feelings for her - at least to myself.

And with those softer emotions came desire.

I stared into my laptop, blinking through folders without any real thought. All I was really trying to do was distract myself from how incredible Patty's tits looked in the tight fitted sweater she was wearing, and the way errant bangs always wanted to hang over her gorgeous face.

"Nick, are you even paying attention?"

The sound of my mother's voice snapped me out of my contemplation. "Huh?"

She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "I said, we're almost there. I don't want you sitting with your face stuck in that laptop the whole time. Christmas is about family, and you're going to leave that thing in the hotel room."

"Give him a break, Mom. Geesh."

"The same goes for you, Patricia."

"Okay. Okay," Patty responded and dramatically rolled her eyes.

As if her voice wasn't enough to give me chills, as soon as Mom turned around, Patty reached over and tapped me on the leg. When I looked in her direction, she turned her iPhone toward me, showing that she had Facebook open. Mom had never looked at our phones, so she had no idea that they could do almost anything that our laptops could.

Patty grinned, her smile making me feel as if I was melting in the seat, and then gave me a wink before looking back down at her phone.

A few minutes later, we pulled into the hotel. Christmas falling on the weekend had encouraged the family to plan a four day extravaganza. Since the planning had started on Christmas the previous year, family members from far and wide had made the necessary arrangements. With no way for Grandma's house to accommodate us all, only one of my uncles was actually staying at the house, while everyone else took hotel rooms for the long weekend.

When we walked into the lobby, Patty wandered off toward the gift shop while Mom and Dad took care of things at the front desk. It was a nice place - far better than the hotels we'd stayed in over the years on family vacations. Dad had earned a promotion to upper management a couple of years before, and we were reaping the benefits.

The whole place was decorated with clear Christmas lights and wreathes, with a tree that had to be ten feet tall as the centerpiece. The decorations were all modern reproductions of antique styles, and I walked over to check them out while waiting on my parents.

Patty came walking up to me at about the same time as I noticed Dad raising his voice, and Mom putting her hands on her hips in what I knew was her I'm not going to stand for this pose.

She asked, "What's going on?"

I shrugged. "Don't know. Looks like they're pissed."

"Let's go find out."

I followed, noticing that she was carrying a bag from the gift shop. I couldn't make out most of the things, but I could see that she'd bought a large candy cane because the top of it was sticking out of the bag. Actually, it was one of those thick peppermint rods, and didn't have a crook like a candy cane despite the stripes. It was hardly surprising, because she was almost addicted to peppermint.

Without the slightest conscious direction, my eyes drifted to the right, to Patty's heart-shaped butt. The tight jeans she was wearing showed off every curve, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away before she noticed.

"This is ridiculous. I confirmed these reservations again before we left this morning," I heard Dad grumbling as we approached.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm not sure what happened. What we do have available is an upgrade to what you reserved, and there will be no additional charge."

"That's fine, but we were supposed to have three rooms, and those two aren't even on the same floor," he grumbled.

"I don't mind sharing a room with Nick, Dad," Patty piped up.

Dad turned around as my brain locked up in panic. He shrugged and said, "It's not as if we have much choice." He turned back to the counter and said, "We'll take them."

Patty took our keycard almost as soon as it landed on the counter, not that my brain was functioning well enough to grab it if I had wanted to. I was looking at the prospect of hiding how I felt about my sister in close proximity for four days, and the thought made my stomach lurch.

"Don't dally. Put your things in your room, and then meet us right back down here," Mom warned. "We're leaving in fifteen minutes. Everyone's expecting us."

"Okay, Mom," we said in near perfect unison.

"C'mon, Nick. We're on the fifth floor," Patty said as she grabbed my shirt sleeve and tugged.

I was lost in thought, trying to figure out ways to avoid giving away my dirty secret, and followed her on autopilot into the elevator. The doors closed and we started heading up.

"Want one?"

I looked over to see her holding out a starlight mint. "Nah."

"Suit yourself," she said as she unwrapped it. She let out a moan and shivered as soon as she popped it in her mouth.

Holy fuck! My inner voice screamed at me. Did she have any idea how that sounded? How it looked? It was like she was purposely trying to drive me crazy.

The doors opened, and she led the way to our room. She sat down one of her bags, swiped the card, and opened the door.

"Score. Jacuzzi."

She grabbed her bag again and I saw the tub sitting in the corner on a section of raised tile. It was plainly in view from anywhere in the room except inside the bathroom. If she planned to use it...

Patty walked over to the nearest bed, which was closest to the tub, and dropped her bags on it. She put the bag from the gift shop on the nightstand while I crossed the room and put my stuff down on the other bed. She opened the door on a small fridge.

"Mini bar. Too bad Dad would kill us, huh?"

I shrugged and didn't say anything.

"You're such a drag sometimes, baby brother. This room is great. C'mon, we better head back downstairs before Mom sends out a search party."

At least for a little while, that would give me a buffer between me and my fears, so I didn't waste any time in heading for the door.

I was pretty worn out by the time we got back to the hotel. I stuffed myself on cheese, chips, and snack mix all day in between riding quads and snowball fights. I was ready for bed, knowing that Mom would have us up early the next morning for Christmas Eve.

Barely in the door, I said, "I'm going to get in the shower."

"Okay," Patty responded as she walked over to her bags on the bed.

I grabbed clean clothes and hit the shower, feeling a lot better - and even a little more awake - when I got out. If I'd been in my own room as planned, I would have just put on a pair of boxers and goofed around on the internet. As it was, I figured I'd probably end up sleeping fully dressed.

I froze in my tracks as soon as I opened the bathroom door. Patty was sitting in the jacuzzi, an inch or so of cleavage above the roiling surface.

"Sis," I exclaimed, disturbed by just how much effort it required to turn away toward the door. "What are you doing?"

"Mmm ... Relaxing in a jacuzzi. Bring me a towel so I don't drip on the floor. I still need to wash my hair."

Heart racing, I walked back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I faced the door to the room when I walked back out, holding the towel at arm's length.

"What are you doing, you goof?"

I heard water running down her body as she stood up, and felt a surge of blood between my legs. She grabbed not only the towel, but my hand as well. It spun me toward her just enough to see that she was wearing a bikini.

"It's not like I'm naked. Geesh."

She may as well have been. The feeling that washed over me was equal parts disappointment and relief. The bottom barely covered anything, and the strapless top strained to keep her tits inside. Soaking wet as it was, I could see a faint outline of her nipples.

I let out a laugh that I hoped didn't sound as nervous as I thought it did. "I was just messing with you," I said as I walked toward my bed, turning my back to her.

"Yeah, right."

I could hear her climb out of the tub and then the sound of the towel as she dried off. I made a point of not looking at her, but I could still see her caressing her body with the towel in my mind's eye. Finally, she walked into the bathroom.

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