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Cold winter weather is far from a guarantee in the south. Growing up we rarely had a White Christmas. And it was more likely to be sixty degrees and sunny. If not warmer.
Weather permitting, my family celebrated Christmas Eve outdoors at my uncle’s house. He had a ton of land that used to be a farm. Not everyone was there every year, but that wasn’t the case in 1998. My family was there with my father’s three siblings and their spouses, and all my cousins on that side of the family–including two who were older and had started families of their own.
And then there were neighbors, co-workers, and friends. Anyone my uncle knew was invited, and that usually meant a couple of dozen families who didn’t have other plans dropped by for a while. It was always a weird mix of people eager to get drunk mingling with holy rollers from his church who were leading the crowd in holiday hymns.
My family tried to go at least every other year. I loved it when I was a kid. There was a bonfire and roasted marshmallows and singing and that’s when we got to open gifts from our aunts and uncles. But as a teen, I was a little more jaded and cynical about family time, even if it involved a drunken potluck bonfire with Christmas hymns. Like most kids, I naturally rebelled against obligation.
I was still going through that cooler-than-thou phase in college. But things were different for my junior year. A week earlier I’d been caught by my aunt’s step-daughter jacking off. Instead of being horrified, she’d been into it. She’d given me a hand job, used her panties to catch my load, then told me to keep them. Things had only escalated from that point. The morning of the party she had given me a blowjob while everyone else was upstairs eating breakfast.
It all seemed wrong. Cara was eighteen years old. She was in high school. Her step-brother was my cousin. I’d known her for half my life and nobody in our family would have approved of a romantic relationship. Much less a purely sexual one.
But I’d never met a woman who embraced teasing me with her lingerie. On top of that, Cara was gorgeous with a buxom hourglass figure, Italian complexion, and long dark hair. She was playful during our sexual interactions. And the layering of one taboo on top of another just heightened the thrill.
I couldn’t completely get rid of the guilt I felt, but I knew it wasn’t going to stop me. I knew that if we got caught it would lead to a lot of family drama and hurt feelings. And that wasn’t going to stop me either. I was twenty-one years old. I was constantly horny. I had a secret lingerie fetish that I needed to explore. I didn’t know when I would get that chance again.
For most of the day, Cara was off somewhere with her stepmother. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I pictured her wearing nothing but panties while she sucked my cock that morning. I’d wanted to do more, but she was hesitant. She made it sound like sex was off the table, but then she had told me she planned on wearing a dress that I was going to love at the party.
That day dragged. I tried to avoid most of my family. My cousin and I hung out in the basement drinking beer and watching Die Hard movies to get in the Christmas spirit. Of course, he had no idea I was fantasizing about his step-sister.
Most people didn’t dress up for the party. It was outdoors and casual. Of course, there were always a few guys who overdid it and a person or two in an ugly holiday sweater. And there were a few women who always wore dresses or festive outfits. Some of my uncle’s neighbors had trophy wives who needed to be the center of attention. And there was my cousin Beth, a yoga instructor in her late twenties who was always the prettiest woman in every room and never dressed casually.
I can’t say I didn’t notice the other women that year. I can still remember Mrs. Miller in her painted-on white sweater and red suede skirt. I’d been jacking off to fantasies of her for years. There were others worth ogling. My cousin was trying his best to hit on someone’s college-aged daughter who was home for a few weeks.
But from the minute she stepped outside, my focus was on Cara. Her dark hair was down and she was wearing her hipster glasses. She had on black thigh high stockings, and her Christina Hendricks curves were stretching the seams of a short, garnet-colored velvet skater dress. It had long sleeves and a modest square neckline that didn’t expose her cleavage. But the dress was tight through the bodice and clung to her big tits. It was a drastic change from the baggie post-grunge outfits she usually wore. Although she was still wearing a dog collar for a choker and Doc Marten boots.
I felt like I’d look like a bum standing next to her in faded jeans, a black tee-shirt, and a flannel. My cock was getting stiff just looking at her. It was impossible to not keep stealing glances at her from across the yard. I wanted to take her hand and kiss her in front of everyone. More than that, I wanted to take her inside and bury my cock in her. But none of that was possible.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed her. I saw men looking. Guys who had never noticed her inviting eighteen-year-old body when she wore loose clothes. But she wasn’t the center of attention. Most guys were still sneaking peeks at other women or my cousin Beth or her older sister. Cara was still just an awkward girl to them. They weren’t ready to see her as a woman. I’m sure that tunnel vision was working in my favor. A girl who’d been pretty all her life wouldn’t have been slumming with her horny step-cousin. She would have had better options.
I kept watching her from afar. She was making the rounds and talking to people she hadn’t seen in a while. Mostly about where she was going to college and how her senior year was going. She helped kids roast marshmallows and make cocoa. I got plenty of questions from people I saw once a year, too. It was a nice distraction and fun to catch up. And I was getting a nice buzz from mulled wine and spiced eggnog.
I had to play it cool every time Cara and I ended up in the same group. No smiles or flirty remarks. I just had to act generally aloof like I had in previous years.
At some point, my grandmother mentioned getting more baked goods from the kitchen. Cara volunteered to get them for her.
“Well somebody needs to go with her and help,” my grandmother said loudly.
“Come on,” Cara said to me
I followed her into the house. It was completely empty.
As soon as we were alone Cara flashed me a smile.
“I told you that you’d like my dress,” she said.
“How do you know I like it?” I asked playfully.
“I’ve seen you staring at me all night.”
I was a little embarrassed. Had I been that obvious? Did other people notice? She seemed to read my mind.
“I only noticed because I was watching you. I”m sure nobody else saw you staring at me like you just saw your dream girl. I bet you’ve even got a boner.”
“Of course I do,” I responded. “But it’s not your dress. It’s just because I want you to touch my cock again.”
Like a lot of women her age, Cara fluttered back and forth between insecurity and feeling confident. That morning she’d been afraid to show off her body. But twelve hours later she knew how good she looked.
“Bullshit,” Cara said. “That might be half true. But you’re checking me out, too.”
Of course, she was right. She looked amazing in the dress. It was so short that it barely covered the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings. The red velvet seemed to enhance her big tits. And yet it was still somehow innocent.
We walked into the kitchen. There were trays of cookies and homemade candies sitting on the counter. Cara walked over to grab them. I came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. I put a hand on one of her firm thighs and slid it up slowly.
Cara tossed her head back and closed her eyes. She moaned softly.
“We can’t,” she said. “Not now.”
I pushed the hem of her dress up. She was wearing a silky black half-slip beneath it.
“What color are your panties?” I asked. “Let me see.”
She firmly pushed my hand away.
“They are very red,” she teased. “And very silky. And they match my bra. Brand new. Very sexy. Very festive. Bought for a special occasion.”
“You have to let me see,” I said. I almost whimpered when I said it.
“You know we can’t,” she said. “They’ll start looking for us if we aren’t back in two minutes.”
“Just a flash?”
“No,” she said sternly. “But you can kiss me if you like. Just once.”
I pushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck. She turned slowly and our lips locked. I pushed her ass against the counter. My tongue slid into her mouth. She moaned softly.
“I can feel that hard cock,” she said. “You like how hard I make you?”
“You know I do,” I answered. “When can I see you?”
I couldn’t believe the power dynamic had shifted in our relationship. I’d always been the cool, older one. Now I was desperate for her attention.
“You can see me whenever you want. All night. Come talk to me at the party. I’ll be around.”
“You know what I mean,” I said.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “You know this will go on for a while. Then people will be downstairs watching movies. It will be hard. I don’t know.”
She grabbed one of the treat trays and told me to get the other two. I followed her to the door. Just before we got there she used her free hand to flip her dress up quickly. It was just a flash of her ass in silky, festive red panties. Just a quick peek, and yet it still made my cock ache.
I couldn’t let her out of my sight after that. I was mesmerized from a distance by every move she made. I ached to hold her every time she ran her hand through her hair or threw her head back and laughed.
My dick was on fire. I was a little drunk and not thinking straight. I decided I had to slip away and relieve some pressure.
I wandered to the edge of the party. There was a trail that led to a pond. Back when the property was a farm it had been used to water livestock, but my uncle had put up a little covered boathouse and pier and made it a place to relax. It was a clear night with a bright moon and my plan was to sneak off to the gazebo and take care of myself.
I had just started down the trail when I heard footsteps rapidly approaching behind me. Cara’s boots made a lot of noise as she approached. I recognized her curvy figure and longhair even in the shadows.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I just needed to get away for a few minutes.”
“Without me?” she asked.
She took my hand before I could answer and pulled me down the trail.
“Was it too hard to stare at me from across the party?” she teased. “Or was something else getting too hard?”
She stopped and brushed her hand over my cock. I wasn’t hard yet, but it wasn’t going to take much. She pushed her body to mine. I kissed her full lips. My tongue slid into her mouth.
Cara kept her hand on my cock. She rubbed me gently through my pants.
“I think you need a little relief,” she said.
“I thought you wanted to wait until later?”
“It is later,” she said. “Nobody is going to miss us now if we’re not gone long.”
She took off down the trail again with her hand in mine. We came to the boathouse. The moonlight reflected off the pond so we could see one another clearly. I could still see the bonfire back through the trees in the distance, but we were far enough away that the noise didn’t carry.
“Do you want to take the rowboat out?” I asked Cara.
“No. I don’t want to tip over and get wet. At least not any wetter than I am right now,” she said with a laugh.
“How wet are you?”
She came close and kissed me. She guided my hand beneath her dress and slip. Her panties were drenched.
“I was wet before we left the kitchen,” she said. “And I got wetter watching you. And got even wetter when I saw you sneaking off and decided to follow you. Will you make cum again?”
I rubbed her slit through her panties. She moaned softly. I guided her to the bench along the wall. I dropped to my knees in front of her. I spread her legs and lifted her dress. I grabbed her red panties and pulled them down. I kissed her inner thigh.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to make you cum again,” I told her.
“I meant with your fingers,” she said.
I shook my head.
“This or nothing,” I told her.
“Nobody has ever done that,” she said. “What if I don’t taste good?”
“You smell amazing,” I told her.
I blew gently on her pussy lips.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “That feels good.”
I kissed her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned.
I teased her pussy lips with my tongue. She gasped. I lapped up and down her slit. She ran her fingers through my hair. I pushed my tongue in and out of her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped again. “It’s amazing.”
Cara’s body trembled as I pushed a finger into her tight pussy. I fucked her slowly. I slid a second finger in. I ran my tongue around her clit. I pumped my fingers faster. I pulled her clit into my mouth again and Cara gave in.
“Fuck, fuck,” she panted.
Her hot juices ran down my chin as she climaxed.
I got off my knees and took a seat next to her on the bench. She immediately straddled me and kissed me.
“I can taste myself on you,” she said.
She kissed me again and again.
“That was amazing,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
I pushed her back long enough to get my pants unfastened and push them down around my ankles. Cara grabbed her wet panties and wrapped them around my dick. She started stroking me.
“Is this what you want, baby? Does this make you feel good?”
“Fuck yes,” I said. “Go slow. Tease me.”
She slowed down. There were six little buttons on the front of her dress. I opened every one of them. Her hard nipples poked through the soft satin cups of her red bra. I pulled the cups down and kissed her big tits. I licked each of her nipples. I teased them with my fingers and kissed the valley between her breasts.
She stroked my cock faster.
“I need more than that,” I told her.
“You want another blow job?”
I flipped her dress up in the back and cupped her smooth ass. I pulled her closer to me. I pushed her hands out of the way. Her wet slit was pressed against my dick.
“You know what I want,” I told her.
“We can’t,” she said. “That’s too much.”
“We’ve already done too much,” I said.
“If anyone finds out…” she started to say.
“If anyone finds out about any of this it’s going to be a mess. We might as well enjoy it.”
Cara moved her hips. Her wet slit rubbed my cock.
“We can’t,” she said again. “We can’t.”
I shifted my hips. My cock kept rubbing her cunt. The sensation was unbelievable.
“This has to happen, Cara. It’s going to happen eventually. Why not now?”
She used her knees to lift up just a bit. She wrapped her hand around my hard dick. Then she guided me into her pussy for the first time.
I thought I might cum right away. I held her hips tightly so she wouldn’t move.
“That feels so good,” she whispered. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Look at me,” I told her.
She locked her eyes on mine.
“This is perfect,” I told her. “We fit perfectly.”
She nodded her head in agreement.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said. “Our whole family is right up there. And we’re going to fuck.”
“Not going to fuck,” I corrected. “We are fucking.”
I lifted her ass and controlled her body. I rocked her on my cock with slow, deep strokes. I went slow. I didn’t want to cum and I wanted the experience to be sensual. I wanted Cara to remember every moment of the night and not feel any remorse.
We kissed one another passionately. I kept my hands under her ass and licked and sucked on her nipples. Gradually, Cara took control.
She squeezed her pussy. I groaned loudly. She wasn’t an expert, but she quickly figured out how to ride my dick. Her beautiful tits bounced up and down in the moonlight.
“Do you like that?” she asked. “Do you like the way I fuck you?
“You’re going to make me cum,” I moaned.
“Do it,” she said. “Cum for me.”
She sped up.
“Touch yourself,” I told her. “Cum with me.”
Cara brought her hand to her clit. She rubbed it rapidly. She sped the way she was bouncing on my dick. She knew exactly how to get herself off. She moaned my name and buried her head against my shoulder. She came with me inside her for the first time, but we both knew it wouldn’t be the last.
I grabbed her hips and assaulted her pussy. I needed to finish. I felt my balls clench. Then I reached my zenith. My cum squirted inside her hot pussy. I kept thrusting slowly inside her until I had deposited every drop.
We couldn’t stop kissing one another. We knew we had to get back to the party, but we took our time getting dressed.
“That was amazing,” she said. “This is going to be bad.”
“What is that?” I asked.
“Because there is no going back now. We aren’t going to be able to just stop. Everyone will lose their mind if they find out we are fucking one another.”
“Then we will just have to keep it a secret,” I said.
We both knew that what had started as an impulsive fling was going somewhere else entirely.
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