A holiday gift [f]or [m]e

The recent holiday trip home stirred my memory, so I am sharing this story. Long intro, scroll down, if you must, for the better stuff.

For many years, the family next door had 2 daughters close in age to my sister and I. Sofia, the oldest daughter, was a year older than me, and the second daughter was 2 years younger than me. She was the same age as my sister. In our younger years, Sofia was a bossy girl. In our teen years, she was the first girl I remember noticing because she was developed before most other girls I was around. Other than talking many times and our families doing barbecues or other things, we didn’t really hang out.

Alexandra was the second daughter. She was often called Xandra (pronounced “Zandra”) or just “Z”. In fact, my sister used to have great fun with my name “Jay” and the name “Z” because of the famous guy. She use to think that his name was some sign from the universe that Z and I were to be married or something someday. Whatever. For a long time Z had been just about as annoying to me as my sister.

For many years, it had been a “tradition” for my sister and I to go to Christmas Eve children’s service with the girls at their church. After, both our families would usually eat dinner together. In our middle school years, the neighbor kids stopped going to the children’s service, so we stopped going with them. Also around this same time, the girls’ parents had a younger brood of siblings – a lone brother followed by a set of twins (boy and girl). This crowd also is partly why we no longer had dinner at their house on Christmas Eve. Life at their house was pretty crazy while we were teens.

I only say all this to set up what happened my third winter of college.

After finishing exams a week or so earlier, it was Christmas Eve. My sister had returned from her first semester at school. Z was over at our house, hanging out with sis, trying to get a break from her little siblings. She had to take them to the children’s service later while her parents were finishing getting Christmas ready. She wasn’t excited about the prospect of wrangling the 3 kids alone and was trying to get my sister to go with her. Later, my sister’s boyfriend came over, and she bowed at the last minute in order to hang with him. I felt bad for Z, so I agreed to go in place of my sister. Z said, “Thanks. I owe you one.”

We took the little kids to church service full of so many children. I remember it being long and the kids being really engaged, but not wanting to sit still. I also recall that Z seemed pretty decent to hang out with – not annoying. On the way home, the 3 kids were strapped in their car seats in the back, when the eldest proclaimed loudly, “Y’all have sex.” They all laughed. Z was quite livid and began to yell at him about his words. I suggested she not give in to this antagonism. If he didn’t instill the shock he was going for, he might let it go. Z was flustered. The kids didn’t say anything else about it.

When we returned, Z’s parents asked me to have dinner with the family. Dinner was a casual thing. As we ate, I realized that the adults were joining Sofia to go to church for another service at midnight (What? Again?). Z was staying home to watch the siblings. I helped clean up after dinner, and, when the little kids weren’t around, the adults explained that Z had to help set up all the presents for the next day. This included a new bike for the oldest boy. All of this had to happen after the kids were asleep. Her dad said he would take care of the bike when they got back. I went home.

Later, I got a text from Z that asked if I could help put the bike together as a favor for her for her dad. I agreed. She said she would text me after her parents were to leave around 10:30pm.

I got the text and walked right over. The kids were supposed to be in bed, but Z was obviously still having trouble keeping them in their rooms. This is a bit understated. The kids were running around like they had eaten only sugar and drank only coffee since I left. While they were awake, we sat on the couch with the tv on something unexciting so the kids would not want to watch it. The sound was on very low. Z was wearing a white long sleeve t-shirt with her school logo – the kind of shirt was just thin enough, and her nipples were just dark enough, that it was almost see through depending on the light. Obviously, she wasn’t wearing a bra, but she also wore loose-fitting, short athletic shorts. She sat on the floor in such a way that I could occasionally glimpse, because she also wasn’t wearing panties, her bush and peeks at labia. I was sitting awkwardly on the couch having horny thoughts pretending to be interested in the show.

When it seemed like the kids were finally settled, she showed me to the garage where the bike was in a box. I pulled out all the parts. There wasn’t much work, but I had to look all over for the right tools. I put on the handle bars, training wheels, pedals, and seat.

———– stuff begins ———–

When I came in to meet her, Z had carefully arranged many presents around the tree and around the room. I told her I had finished. She thanked me and, again, said, “I owe you one.” I jokingly replied, “That’s two you owe me.” We were standing face-to-face, maybe 2 feet apart. There was a pause for a moment, then she pulled the front of her shirt up to her shoulders revealing her perky, firm tits. I stood taking in the nice view, half shocked, when she said, “There’s two for you.” She chuckled, and pulled her shirt down. I was still in a short stunned silence when she lowered to her knees and reached for my pants zipper. She opened it, pulled out my member and freed it to the cool air of the house. I was standing near the Christmas tree with her hand pulling on my swelling shaft quickly realizing what was happening.

“You don’t have to…” I managed to choke out.

“It’s ok. I want to. Besides, I didn’t get you a Christmas present.”

She moved her mouth toward my cock and kissed the tip and licked across the growing length. She slowly moved her mouth around the whole thing taking it in and out. She moved slowly like this for a minute or so as my cock swelled to full size. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and alternated between gentle, long tugs on my shaft and light sweet caresses with her mouth around the head. I tried to reach down to touch her but could only manage to reach her shoulders or touch her dark hair. I was just getting into it when her phone started to make text message noises which she ignored. She was getting into her technique – working her hand and tongue around my delighted dick. It seemed like she enjoyed what she was doing – reveling in delivering pleasure. Perfection. Another text message. I could feel the first build of oncoming orgasm. Her phone rang. She ignored it and kept working. Then her phone spoke, “Call from.. Sofia.” She still ignored it. I could feel the first senses of impending eruptions when the phone started to ring again. “Call from.. Mom.”

“Fuck.” She cursed as she stopped attending to me. She stood up, searched a second around the room, and answered her phone. She wiped her wet hand on her shorts. I stood with my cock, hard as ever, standing out front of my pants, so ready to cum that it was twitching.

She talked for just a minute.
Kids are asleep.
She’s almost done with the presents.
Jay put the bike together for Dad.
See you when you get home.

I could basically hear both sides of the call. My shrinking member was leaking precum. She made a look at me which I took to mean, “It’s over. Sorry. Button up.” I started to do so.

“Love you too.” She hung up the phone.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “They’re on their way. Sofia’s almost here.”

“I know.” I conceded.

“Sit there,” she firmly suggested, pointing toward a nearby cushioned chair with no arms. I was unsure, but obeyed. She reached to my zipper, still opened, and pulled my cock out once more. It sprang free from its confines and began to swell again. It didn’t have far to go. She straddled me and pulled the loose crotch of her shorts to the side. As I realized what was in store, I slid down the seat to better position and aim my member.

“Is there time?” I asked.
“How close were you?” She asked in reply, looking down at our crotches, so close to meeting.
“Really close,” I admitted. I reached to my pocket to grab my wallet. As I pulled it out, she gave a confused look. I pulled out a condom and tore open the wrapper as fast as I could manage.
“How old is that?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Not very,” I said. She gave me a look that said she wasn’t too confident in my answer. She grabbed the condom from my hand, thought for a moment, and rolled it down my rigid pole.

“There’s not much time,” she said concerned, as if to let me know to hurry.

“We don’t have to.” I tried to offer her a common sense reprieve – my balls aching in disappointment.
I could tell she thought about it. Holding my cock, she carefully worked my sheathed manhood into her opening. I definitely had never predicted this would happen. Slowly, she started to lower her weight, gently letting my shaft enter her soft, wet confines. I recall thinking how I love that feeling when my cock first slides in a woman. As she took my phallus deeper and deeper, I reached up under her shirt to caress and touch her perky, little tits. Her shirt started to work its way up and reveal those beauties to me once again. Her areolas and nipples were very firm and hard. I savored the view because I hadn’t gotten a good look earlier. I reached one breast to my mouth and worked the nipple with the tip of my tongue. I gently squeezed and caressed her perfect peaks.

She was riding up and down on me. I held her by her torso helping support her weight while I firmly thrust in and out to meet her. I was really enjoying this present. The house was quiet with only the sounds of our breaths.

Once again, I felt the familiar percolating tension building up. Like a fire, my legs filled with warmth. Facing each other, breathing heavily, I confessed, “I’m about to cum.”

“I know.” She said and wrapped her arms around my body, holding her whole body firmly against mine. Her lips were at my lips. She looked me straight in the eyes. My arms, hands still clutching her breasts, were now trapped. She grabbed the back of my head and gave me a long passionate kiss thrusting her tongue deep in my mouth. Our pelvic thrusts paused as I held deep inside her, pulsing and erupting within. After the initial orgasm, which gave me such relief, she slid up and down my girth a few more times. That was too much for me. I had a couple of orgasmic aftershocks which made my body shiver.

She continued to hold me, our lips still joined, slowly kissing with waning passion.

Suddenly, we heard the front door open.

“Shit.” she said and was off of me so fast, pulling her shirt down. She stood up and immediately made distance between us. Luckily, for me, from the door, you could only see the back of the chair. We were both still wearing our clothes, but, obviously, my cock was exposed, wrapped in a sperm-filled condom. I quietly tucked him away and zipped up.

Z greeted Sofia. Giving her a hug. There were some pleasantries. I stood up and said hello.

“Jay helped me with the bike. He’s about to leave.” My heart was racing. Z’s face was flushed with the embarrassment of almost being caught in the act. I made for the door as Sofia looked around the room commenting on all the presents.

“Those kids are so spoiled. They don’t know how lucky they are,” she said.

Just as I was about to walk out the door, Sofia reached down to grab something. She handed me the halves of the condom wrapper and said, “Jay, get this out of here.”

The sisters looked at each other with a long, knowing glance. Z said, “Jay got lucky too.” They both looked at me. Z winked, and said in breathy, lusty exaggeration, “Merry Christmas.”

“Ugh. T.M.I.!” Sofia exclaimed.

I took this as my cue to exit and quietly made my escape.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s2f5s4/a_holiday_gift_for_me