You're My Christmas Present!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Pregnancy,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - I was inspired to write this after seeing, the unintentionally incestuous sounding coffee commercial on TV, where the little sister puts a ribbon on her brother and says, "You're my Christmas Present!"
I’ve been at college for the last four years, getting a degree that may or may not necessarily help me get a job. I know a lot of guys and gals who are underemployed in a totally different field then their degree. My useless degree was in E-Commerce, you never know.
Now that I’m through with college for a while, I am on my way home. I may go back to get my Masters, but right now – since I haven’t seen anyone of my family in just under two years – I thought I would surprise them by showing up four days before Christmas.
I’d pulled up to the house I grew up in, in only an hour. I knew Dad (John) would be working; it’s Friday, so Mom (Joy) would be doing the weekly shopping. How many times she’d grab either Stuart (me) or Sarah (my sister) to go grocery shopping with her - I can’t count how many times that was?
I’m almost 22 and Sarah’s 16. We all have light brown hair. Last time I saw her I was almost a foot taller than Sari, my nickname for my sister. She was just starting to ‘blossom’ even though she wore loose t-shirts most of the time.
When I pulled up, all I saw was a new-looking Honda in front of the house. Mom and Dad did not appreciate it when they couldn’t get in the garage, so I parked behind the Honda. I got my backpack and my suitcase and got the house key out of its hidden place.
I let myself in, being quiet. I smelled coffee – boy, did it smell good. I casually walked into the kitchen and saw Sari with a headset on, looking out the window into the back yard, bopping along with whatever was blasting in her ears.
I got a cup from the cupboard and poured myself a cup of coffee – hmmmm, so much better than what my roommate made. I was fighting the impulse to surprise my sister. She was always sneaking up behind me. I took my cup along with my backpack and suitcase, and went up to my old room.
I was planning on getting myself an apartment quickly so I wouldn’t be underfoot.
About an hour later, I heard the front door open, “STUART, is that your car out front?”
I came out of my bedroom, and I met up with Mom halfway down the stairs. She gave me a great big hug. It included a light kiss on the lips.
“Wow, Mom – you look fabulous – need help unloading groceries?” I asked.
“You remembered?” she said slapping me on the back.
Coming through the kitchen door was Sari, she saw me and ran up to me, and we hugged for a very long time, “Stu – you look great!” she said. “When did you get home?”
“About an hour ago, I didn’t want to scare you, so I went up to my room with a cup of coffee. Mom’s has groceries, let’s help her bring them in, OK?” I suggested.
“Sure thing, big brother, it’s so good to see you – it’s been too long,” Sari said.
I picked her up from behind and started to tickle her as we headed to Mom’s car to get the groceries. I needed to be more careful – she was packing a really nice set of tits now.
“Put – me – down!” she insisted, giggled and we all got to the back of the car. When we both helped Mom, we did it a very specific way. Sari would load bags in my arms; until I said ‘stop’ then we’d both take in all we could carry.
I had maybe six bags in my arms. She carried three herself. “Mom, did you know Stu was coming home?” she asked setting her bags down inside, then helping to unload my arms.
“No Honey, he surprised us all, didn’t he?” mom replied.
“I’ll get the rest of them, take a load off,” I said to my smiling sister. I brought them in, and she got up on the counter.
I walked over to her and took a long look at my pretty sister.
“Are you checking me out?” she said, giggling at me.
“What if I was?” I said.
“I do not know if I should be complimented or worried, Stuie,” she said.
I walked up to my little sister; she wrapped her legs around me. I said, “Mom, hand me a ribbon from next to you?”
“Here,” she said.
I took it and was about to put it on Sari’s head, but she grabbed it from me, put it over my heart and said, “I got what I want for Christmas – and do not need anything else.”
I thought that was cute, so I leaned into her, to give her a little kiss. She took the opportunity, and gave me a whopper of a kiss back. Mom didn’t see any of this, putting away the groceries.
“Mom, do you need us to help?” I asked.
“Is everything in from the car?” she responded.
“Yup,” I replied.
“Good, catch up with your sister – dinner is at 6:00!” she responded.
I took Sari off the counter; she kissed me again. I let go of her. We walked out of the kitchen together.
“Stuart, I guess you want to know why I kissed you?” she said.
“I think I do – come upstairs with me for a moment, OK?”
“Sure,” she said clinging to my arm.
The moment we got inside my room, she tore off her shirt – exposing her nice tits.
“Sari?” I responded – almost too loudly
“Stu, I’ve been waiting for you for over a year – I’ve been saving myself as well,” she said.
“I – I do not know what to say – I always thought you were cute, but I never thought of you as a sexual entity, Sari. If we’re going to do anything – I sure don’t want to rush it. Can you wait a week, until Christmas?”
She started to tear up a little; I went up to her and gave her another kiss, this time it was ‘all out.’ She is quite the kisser.
During our kiss, she sat down on my bed, dropping on her back. The kiss was becoming more and more invigorating. I moved from her lips to her exposed breasts, kissing them and occasionally licking her nipples.
She was now starting to make sounds, the kinds of sounds that told me she was about to orgasm.
A knock on the door, “Stuart – do you know where your sister is?”
I got up. Sari picked up her shirt and went into my bath, “Mom – she is in my bathroom at the moment. We have been ... talking, reminiscing!”
“OK, just thought she vanished or something,” mom said.
Sari came back in, with her shirt back on but her nipples were clearly showing through, “That was really close, big brother!”
“That is why we need to be careful, Beautiful – by the way, doesn’t Mom have a fit with you wearing shirts without a bra?” I asked.
“They’ve been growing so fast, she didn’t want to waste money on my getting underwear that I was just going to outgrow,” my sister said with a giggle.
“They are pretty nice already, but I understand that. She had me wearing pants that were too short, for a long time. What are the plans around here on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day,” I asked?
“They are likely to change with you home, but now you have time to get me a present, don’t you?” she said.
“I thought I was your present?” I tittered to her.
Putting her hand on the front of my pants, she said, “I plan to unwrap you, really slowly, if you would like?”
I put my hand down the front of her pants saying, “Now that I know what you want, I want some too?”
I found her wetness and carefully checked, “You still a virgin?”
“Yeah,” she replied with a tremble to her voice. “I have been saving that just for you, big brother.”
I pulled my hand out; she took it and licked it. She moved her hand away and pushed me to my door. We were now in contact below the waist. I was magnificently engorged. She felt every bit of me up against every bit of her.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.
“Yeah, he just came home from college – I’ve been keeping myself a virgin, just so he could fuck me when I saw him again.”
“Sweet Jesus – you have become so seductive, and I like it. How about we go out somewhere together tonight. You have a dress you can wear?” I asked.
“Yeah, do you want me to wear underwear?” she responded.
“Not if you don’t want – maybe a movie and a motel room?”
“Remember, I’m still jail bait – and your sister,” she said still up against me.
“Neither one matters to me. It is still incest either way – you on the pill?”
“Yeah, but I can stop if you want a baby?”
“Sari, wait for a while – I plan on moving to my own place. Maybe we can get you to move out with me.”
“That might be a hard sell, Stu,” she replied.
“If you’d like to be fucked every day – I know we can think of something,” I suggested.
She smiled at me and asked, “Every Minute?”
“Every Second! I have been thinking about you too. The last three months I have been wondering how much prettier you have gotten – hoping that you haven’t been with a boy yet. I thought you were cute back when you were 14, with your pretty long brown hair. I knew you would grow up to become the gorgeous young lady I see before me,” I said.