It is Christmas day in Toronto. The Graham residence is primarily peaceful except for a few bustling bodies making preparations for tonight’s merrymaking — a specially curated dinner for friends and family. Halls are fully decked, flooded by the sweet, piney scent of a Douglas Fir standing tall and garnished on the main floor.
The certified bachelor is re-charged by the present state of calm afforded him. Not to be disturbed behind bedroom doors he takes a restful gaze toward high ceilings. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself as thoughts soon drift to very particular members of the guest list. Nonetheless, a certain confidence in his servitors allays any threat of stress for what promises to be an enjoyable evening for all.
Indeed, the night progresses with great care, attention and effort to the ease of the gentleman appearing of robust mind and spirit. Glasses are kept filled, a warm and lively chatter swells the air.
Later, he is summoned by the faint chime of the doors bell, of which, he answers himself.
“Are you going to invite me in, stupid?”
Aubrey, completely unsuspecting of the visitor, excitably pulls his estranged step-sister inside with a grizzly bear of a welcome.
“Sis? Is that you?” He jokes.
Her pageant queen appeal under a blue New York baseball cap with minimal make-up. Smooth, chestnut skin and the most striking eyebrows. Her dark hair is cut short into a bob pushed behind pixie-like ears to frame a square jawline. A thin, pouty mouth with only a smattering of clear gloss. Pretty brown eyes reflect hazel under the glittering light of the foyer.
“I didn’t know you were in town.”
“Are you surprised?”
A mercurial type of woman. Intensely alive as if her life depended on it. From the moment he laid eyes on her that day at the wedding, Aubrey regarded qualities in her he’d only hope to one day find in a marriageable mate. A fact he’d never allow himself to share out loud. Least of all to her. She’d laugh, amused. Voted most likely to tease him into hardness.
“I missed you, brother.” Her words emphasized like honey.
“You look good,” she follows up, removing her coat and draping it across her petite arm.
The girl wore all black. No stranger to tantalizing fashion moments. A full body, form fitting catsuit that hugged her slender curves.
“Can I get that for you?” The man of the house asks politely.
Reluctant, “Thats ok — I’ll hold onto it. You know how I get cold.”
The two exchange a set of barely legal glances as she steps out in front of him. A soft perfume trails behind to affect the playboy suppressing a growing tightness in the cashmere of his pants. He uses the opportunity to separate from the intoxicating beauty that is his older step-sister now making her way across the room to Aubrey's mother. The guests now spread intimately throughout the homey manor. A satisfying blend of spices, florals, tobacco and booze wrapped around them.
When he is ready to brave her again he finds her alone on the balcony of his library. Her long, wool coat once again blanketing her body against the wintry temperatures. First, observing her from afar, his hands cozy in the pockets of his slacks before making himself known.
“Aye — It’s bloody cold out there.”
She is startled a little by the intrusion (as were his intentions) though attempts to mask it.
“Aye.” She calls back, rolling her eyes hard.
“What are you doing out there?” He pokes.
“I’m chillin’.”
“Girl—” As if to reiterate the chilled weather.
“Guy.” She smirks, looking over her shoulder at him before averting her focus.
A Carby Musk approaches slow on her neck prompting the preoccupied seductress into new awareness.
He stands not too far behind. A heavy silence meets a starry night sky.
“It’s good to see you.” His voice husky in tone.
“You too.” Whipping her body around to face him.
“I really like what you did to the place, Santa.”
“Oh — This?” He is trained in modesty.
“I just — you know…” He hesitates to describe the true sense of joy he feels around this time of year.
“They really seem to get along, don’t they?” She continues.
“Yeah. I’m happy they found each other.”
“Me too.”
“Listen…” He starts.
The two appear raw in front of the other anticipating what isn’t being said, but, may just be about to.
“Keep me warm,” she says, drawing an inch closer to his warm body. In the same motion flicking her cap and disrobing the protective covering to fall elegantly at her feet.
“I wondered when I would see this outfit again.” His face beams with that wide, toothy smile.
“Why? So you can ask me where I got it and gift it to one of your little girlfriends?”
This time he doesn’t hesitate to grab her firmly by the throat with a thick, kind hand.
“Don’t be such a bitch.”
The sudden gesture forces her to brace herself.
"I'll be yours," she whispers, smokily.
His eye contact unflinching, intensifying the squeeze of his grip on every side of that pretty little neck.
“Show me,” he challenges. In the heat of the moment, lips meet in a kiss of wet, hungry passion.
“Make love to me,” she cries into the deep of his mouth now gentle and sweet. A sudden tear drops from her winged eye, wetting a flushed cheek. He pauses briefly to study the magnitude of her needs.
“You missed me?”
Butterflies begin to fill her stomach explosively.
“I want to feel you inside me—” is the gracious response of his receptive step-sibling, unzips the front of her attire past a pierced belly button.
The refined man watches the woman undress as she puts herself on display for his eyes only.
“I need to be punished.” She says. "Badly."
Her words make him want to own her.
Mindful of the bitterly cold, Aubrey, lifts her from her thighs up to his waist, legs wrap around and she is carried inside with him kicking velvet loafers off one by one. With prioritizing strength guides them both near the back of the room. Her nude body placed deliberate and safe atop the furniture, legs guided further apart with a nudge of his own body.
Together, they work to undo his trousers. She assists in raising his shirt over his head. A violent steam emitting from their bodies. For the first time, nothing held back.
He pushes into her hot and heavy, sliding snug into her wetness. His beard prickly on her face while she breathes in a soft rhythm to deep, filling strokes. A low, throaty moan escapes her quivering lips, swollen with desire. He is the lover she imagined he would be — attentive and effective, rough and tender.
***This is a work of fiction. Events are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental or an exaggeration of public knowledge***
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Big brother drugs you but doesn't giving you enough so you wake up in the middle and start trying to push him off.
'Hey, shhhh. It's okay don't fight it. I'm sorry I can't stop myself any longer I just had to.'
Big brother reaches down and holds your face in his hand. 'I know you wanna be good for me just let big brother finish his fun with you okay?'
you sniffle and rub your face against his hand. 'but it hurts big bro.' you say tears falling down your cheek.
He leans down and licks the tears off your cheeks. 'I know angel. Trust your big bro and be good for me and it'll all be over soon.'
He starts to push deeper inside you. You start to sob softly, making your hole clench around your big bro's cock. He groans loudly and thrusts the rest of the way into your tiny hole. You cry out but big brother starts kissing you to silence you.
'Fuck your cunt was made for me to rape. Angel you're so tight around my cock. I'm sorry but I can't control myself. But fuck you're being such a good kid for me.'
'Please you're too big. It feels like you're ripping me apart. I promise won't upset you again.' you burrow your head into your brothers neck.
'Oh this isn't a punishment, here let me help you feel good too.'
Big brother reaches down in-between you two and starts touching you. You moan out and for the first time something feels good. You relax and big bro's cock doesn't hurt anymore.
'That's it see how good it feels when you just relax. Big brother always knows what's best for you.'
Your brother fucks you faster while playing with your kiddo parts. You're body starts to feel funny and your little hole keeps tightening around your brother's cock.
'I feel funny.' You said.
'Just relax and let it happen. Cum from your big brother raping you.'
You do as he says you cum on his cock. He's not far behind you fill up your little hole with his cum. He kisses you before pulling out.
'Come now little one let's get you cleaned up.'
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