Christmas Eve
By twisted_flux.
[google-translator]
“OK, have a good break, Will, see you next year! Merry Christmas!” declared the voice from his laptop.
‘FINALLY!’ thought Will.
“Yes, have a good break. Merry Christmas to you all. Bye!” said Will hurriedly, ending his call and locking his computer before running to the bedroom to change into his swimming outfit.
There was no need to wait to arrive before he was pulling clothes off – his wife was at a Christmas party till midnight at least, and his visiting sister-in-law was out on a date. His cock twitched as he remembered her outfit – her curvy body crammed into a short flared skirt, and a low neck with black tights and high heels. He wasn’t a big fan of her using their house in town as a hotel, but an Uber back to her place was just too expensive. She’d click-clacked past his home office about an hour before his last meeting – I guess there were some benefits to her visiting. Pushing that image from his head as much as he could he stripped off the last of his clothing and put on his swim shorts and robe – it was far too cold for just his shorts even for the short time outside of the tub!
He got himself the usual drink and a snack, then flipped the cover on the hot tub. Turning off all the lights around the house, he enjoyed the glow from the LEDs in the tub, then stepped in. It was gloriously warm compared to the cool air, and he felt his blood flow. Slipping into the water, he began to scroll online, checking a few Instagram posts and a few other more adult websites, feeling himself getting aroused. His hand disappeared into his shorts, then he undid the string, figuring it wasn’t likely they’d fall off – then he stopped and laughed. His garden was private, and everyone was out. He’d got dressed out of habit, but he had a few hours to himself! He slipped off the now-undone shorts, then, worrying slightly about someone coming to the door, he threw them, aiming for the side by the steps into the tub. Missing slightly, they fell off but were at least on the way to the door.
Closing his eyes, he began to stroke his meagre cock, enjoying the sensation of being “outside” but actually pretty safe. It felt naughty, and that made him harder than he’d been in a long time. It wasn’t long before he was close to cumming, but his reverie was interrupted by the front door slamming open and Linda stumbling in. She was here way too early, and her makeup was smudged, making her look like a panda – albeit a panda with huge tits. Will froze, hoping she would go to her room, leaving him to retrieve his shorts. Instead, she looked up and wiped her eyes.
“Oh, you’re in there. I thought you’d still be working.”
“Um, yeah, my later meetings got cancelled…” mumbled Will.
He didn’t want to say more as he was really aware of his nudity; it was only obscured, not hidden, by the water, especially if she got closer, but he couldn’t resist asking, “I thought you were on a date?”
She didn’t reply but started to cry again. Will moved forward in the water, wanting to offer comfort, but held back.
“Did it not go well?” he enquired after a moment.
“DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT?” she snapped back.
“Sorry,” offered Will before taking a sip of his drink, trying to look nonchalant.
“Have you been in there long?” she asked.
“Uh – about ten minutes?” replied Will.
“Oh. I could really enjoy a hot tub right and a drink.”
“PHEW,” he thought, while she’s getting her drink and changing, he can grab his shorts and hide his nudity. And, his still hard cock – that wasn’t helpful!!
However, she put her hand into her handbag and, rather than step away, she stepped into the garden, pulling a few cans of cocktails out of her bag and putting them on the side of the hot tub, announcing, “No point in wasting the rest of these, even if men do suck.”
With Linda now so lost to the tub, Will leaned over and turned on the jets, desperate to make the water more opaque to his explicit nudity. She was standing so close to the shorts he couldn’t risk reaching for them – especially as he’d have to lift his waist out of the water to get that far. And she might see his hard cock.
He felt himself stiffen at the idea, blushing, but pushed his body deeper into the water, adjusting the jets so they made even more bubbles.
He just needed to make it through until she changed. Trying to look nonchalant, he scrolled his phone, not really taking it in, and asked, “Are you going to get changed then…?” then looked up. To his surprise, she’d slipped off her shoes and was pulling down the tights.
“What… I uh… what are you doing, Linda?”
“I can’t be bothered to get changed,” she said as she slipped off her skirt. “I mean, a swimsuit is basically underwear, and you’ve seen me in that before,” she said, and Will noticed a slight slur in her voice now. She turned around to fling her skirt and tights into the house, revealing the white thong that was definitely more revealing than her swimsuits. She undid the top that had the plunging neckline and revealed a matching white lacey bra, and was straining against her heavy chest, and more than a hint of her pierced nipples was visible through the material.
Will was dumbstruck and couldn’t act uninterested; he just stared. As she climbed the steps to get in, she wobbled, and Will instinctively lunged forward a little. “Aww, my hero,” she giggled. “Well, I bought the underwear for a man to see, so I guess that’s happened.” She followed up with a mock celebratory “yay”.
Seizing on the chance to distract her, he asked, “So what did he do that upset you so much? Did he say something wrong? ”
“No. He texted just as I sat down, to say it wasn’t going to work out as he’d gone back to his fucking ex. And fucking his ex, I guess. Ha. Fucking ex. ”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Will comforted, uncomfortably…
“Well, jokes on him, I was gonna fuck him tonight.”
“Oh… ” said Will, unsure how to respond to that, though the part of him currently underwater certainly had some responses.
She necked the rest of the can as she settled under the water and sighed.
“Worst part is he told me just after I sent him a selfie!” she slurred, holding back tears.
“I’m sure that’s not connected,” Will tried.
“Maybe. Dickhead. Him – not you,” she said, having a whole conversation all on her own.
The bubbling water was doing the opposite of calming him down, but he needed it to keep the water opaque. As if reading her mind, she said, “The bubbles feel different in my knickers.”
Will blushed again and went back to his phone.
“OH yeah, you do good pictures. Let’s send that bastard a picture of what he’s missing. Take a picture of me?” she asked, “on your phone, it’s better than mine anyway.”
Will awkwardly looked at his phone, then looked at her. He opened the camera app and looked at her through it.
“Um, your makeup is a little smudged,” he offered, trying to change her mind. She responded by leaning over the side of the tub, grabbing a towel, and wiping her eyes.
Unable to resist the view on his phone screen, Will snapped a cheeky shot of her ass in the thong as she bent over. Meanwhile, she grabbed another can and opened it.
“Better now?” she asked. Unable to reply, Will just nodded. Setting up the phone, he took a shot of her smiling with the can in her hand, head and shoulders in focus, and a glow from the tub. It was far from perfect, but she seemed to like it when he showed her.
“OH yeah, that’s cute. I like that! Should I send that to him? What would you do if you got a pic like that?” she probed.
“Ummmm. Honestly, it’s a bit dark, but you look very pretty, as always.”
“As always, eh? Charmer. How do I make it brighter? Come on – pose me, Mr Photographer.”
Turning on some of the garden lights on his phone, Will grimaced. The top of her head was bright, but her face was dark. Thinking about light, and with little thought left for anything else, he said, “You need to be a bit higher, maybe shift a bit higher?”
In response, Linda stood, then sat on the side of the hot tub.
“How is this?” she asked, but Will didn’t reply.
He simply could not answer. He was transfixed by the almost entirely transparent bra and thong. Her breasts, nipples, and piercing were entirely on show. The question he’d always had about whether she shaved or not had been answered. He tried but couldn’t resist taking a picture of her whole body. He desperately wanted to touch his cock, which was now straining. Subsequently, adjusting the zoom, he framed her face and shoulders, moving dangerously high in the water to better light her and include the can of her cocktail. He took a few then showed her, moving closer.
“Oh, I look hot, don’t you think?” she asked, hardly waiting for an answer.
Will swiped across to show another one, then looked at the phone as she took it from him and swiped left and right to compare the two.
“Oh yeah, I see what you mean. I look good. He’ll enjoy that… ” She didn’t finish because she’d swiped left a few times too many and found the picture he took of her basically nude, and swiped again to see her big ass on the phone screen.
“What the fuck, Will?” she asked, looking upset, but not as annoyed as Will would have expected. “I do look good, though. Do you think so?”
Will nodded and mumbled, trying to reply, with a mix of ‘sorrys and ‘ums, and ‘uh’.
“If you got sent THAT picture, would you stand up your date?” she asked.
That was the moment the bubbler on the hot tub decided to time out. As the bubbles faded away, Linda instinctively looked down at the water. The lack of bubbles, the extra lighting, and the fact that Will was standing a little taller for the photo meant Linda could now clearly see he was naked.
“Oh! Will – Why are you naked?” she asked, more calmly than Will would have expected.
“I thought I was going to be alone,” Will explained, “and then you came home unexpectedly.”
“OK. And why are you hard, Will?” equally calm.
Will blushed hard, and his hands went up to cover.
“No, no, you’ve seen me, now I get to see you. Stand up.”
Will doesn’t move, his eyes flicking to his phone in her hands. She follows his eyes and takes a picture of him nude in the water, then clicks and flicks the screen a few times. “Sent all those pics to my phone now. ALL of them. Now stand up.”
“Linda, uh, you’re drunk, you shouldn’t…” but she cuts him off.
“Yes, I’m drunk. And I wanted to fuck tonight. But what’s your excuse for being naked right now? Do as you’re told, or I’ll forward that pic to your Facebook.”
Will slowly stands up, feeling the cold air on his skin.
“Ha. My sister wasn’t lying,” she taunted, “stand up a little higher.”
As Will complied, she took another picture, and her own phone buzzed a moment later.
“OK. Now stroke it for me, slowly.”
“Wait, no, I…” But before Will can even finish objecting, she flips the phone around and shows him a message to his wife, with a picture attached, just waiting to be sent. The image isn’t of him, but of Linda’s bum with a message saying ‘Your sister has a great ass.’
Unable to resist, he groans, and his cock twitches. Linda sees this and laughs.
“Oh, you liked that, huh? Want me to send?” she said, smiling as she taunted him.
“Nonono please,” begged Will, realising he was powerless now.
“It IS true though, isn’t it? I do have a great ass,” she said, giggling. “Make me feel good about myself, or I’ll have to do it myself. Stroke your… cock.”
Will’s hand moved to his cock and found it hot and aching in the cold air. He tries to go slow, but is stroking quickly after only a moment.
“Slower!” she shouts, “this is about my enjoyment, not yours. Typical man.”
Will slows his stroke, but only with some mental effort.
“So do you like my ass best? The way you’re staring at my chest makes me think otherwise. If you stop stroking, or cum in the tub (ew!), then I send this message. OK?”
Will nods and continues his slow stroke.
“I wanted to have a nice evening, where I got dressed up, drank some cocktails, then got undressed by a guy who worships me. So you’re going to do that for me. Because I deserve it. Don’t you think I deserve it?”
Will nods, obediently.
“OK. You’re naked, and I’m in my underwear, so I think you should help me get undressed. Take off my bra for me, boy.”
A command, not a request.
Will reaches out as Linda turns to offer her back clasp. As he fumbles mechanically, she spins back. “No!” then sighs. “Make me feel special, for fucks sake.”
She turns around again and elaborates, “Kiss my neck, tell me I’m pretty.”
Will gets a little closer and leans forward to kiss her neck, as she adjusts her hair. The waft of perfume hits as his lips brush against her neck, kissing her a few times. His hand reaches to the middle of her back, squeezes the clasp, then twists slightly. His hand is stroking faster, inches away from her bum as he kisses more. His hand moves to slip the strap off one shoulder, then the other, before he steps back – his breath coming in short gasps. Kissing her neck more, his free hand pulls the strap lower as he kisses her shoulder. As he feels her bum push back against him, he flinches back, but her hand on his moves his attention to her bra cup.
“Tell me I’m pretty,” she says again, although more breathless.
“You’re so pretty, Linda,” whispers Will into her ear before he kisses and nibbles it, as his fingers hover like butterflies above her bra and ample breasts.
“Are you still stroking, Will?” she probes.
“You know I am,” as he feels her bum pressing against him and his bouncing hand.
“Yes, I do. Are you wanking for me, Will? Do you want to squeeze my tit, Will?”
Will groans and nods and kisses her neck again, and bites it gently. Linda tugs, and Will feels the bra slip through his hand and into the water.
“Is this the first time you’ve wanked off to my big ass, Will?”
Will gulps but doesn’t answer; his stroking slows a little, his eyes closing to savor the sensation.
“Answer me, Will, and if you lie, I’ll know, and I’ll send the message before you can blink.”
“… yes, I have,” whispers Will into her ear.
“Say it louder.”
“Yes, I have,” says Will, louder.
“Say the whole thing, nice and loud, Will!” she commands.
“YES, I HAVE WANKED OFF OVER YOUR BIG ASS BEFORE, LINDA!” announces Will, loudly.
“Good,” then she giggles. Will opens his eyes to see her recording a video. “You’re MINE now, boy,” she oozes, and then grabs Will’s hand and puts it on her right breast and squeezes it and groans. “Don’t you dare cum, and don’t slow down stroking.”
Will feels the warm, heavy flesh of her breast in his hand as he tries to control his other hand, desperate to stroke his cock to explode. Linda reaches back and grabs his hand off his cock, “Leave that little thing alone now, you have better things to do,” before she puts the other hand on her left breast.
“You like those big breasts, Will?”
“…yes…” he gasps.
“Kiss me, boy. Right now!” she instructs, turning her head and pushing her tongue into Will’s mouth, as he pulls her body back against him, his hard cock pressing against her ass. As their tongues swirl around each other hungrily, his hands lift and grope her enormous tits. Her nipples are hard between his fingers, then she pushes his head down and twists her body to move his face to her breasts. Will sucks and bites her tit, taking as much of the flesh into his mouth as he can; his cock is aching for attention, but his hands are too busy exploring her body. She lifts his head and looks into his eyes, then takes his hands and moves them to her hips.
“Take my knickers off, boy,” she instructs.
Will slips his thumbs under the delicate lace and slips the thong off, taking the chance to stroke her big bum on the way past. As he continues down her leg beneath the water, she lifts her foot to make it easier, then pushes it into his mouth.
“Suck my toe, boy,” she insists, to which Will obliges eagerly. She moans gently as her hands explore her own body. She steps up to be sitting on the side, with her leg still up and her foot in his mouth, “suck my toe like it’s a fat cock,” then she pushes her toe into his mouth. Will is a little shocked at the comparison, but does his best to do as he’s told.
“Kiss up my leg, boy.”
She punctuates her command by using her hand to cover her crotch before lifting her other leg, spreading her crotch wide, hidden behind her hands. Small movements betray the fact that she’s playing with her pussy while Will begins kissing up her leg.
“You like how smooth that leg is? I got date ready, so they’re freshly smooth – just like, uh, my cunt.”
As if to prove it, she opens her hands, like a book opening up to reveal a very pink, very swollen, very smooth pussy.
Will gasps at the sound of her using such language.
“You’re going to eat my cunt, and you’re going to make me cum, ok boy?” she explains.
Will continues kissing up her leg, stroking her calf, and moving ever closer. His hand wanders towards his cock, but she slaps his head.
“Save those hands for me. No touching… that.”
Her disgust for his cock should upset Will, but it seems to turn him on instead. He kisses faster, accelerating towards her pussy. She pushes her fingers into his mouth and smears her sodden fingers all over his face. He arrives at her pussy and immediately gets to work, his hands spreading her lips and teasing at her entrance as his tongue swirls and flicks around her clit. She moans, and her hands push through his hair, then pull him hard onto her crotch. He gets to work and enjoys how responsive she is; every flick and lick from his tongue elicits a gasp, a twitch, or a clench. They start to build in intensity, and soon Will finds her rhythm, meanwhile her hands have moved from his head to her own body, sucking her fingers and squeezing her chest and twisting her nipples.
Will is sore from being hard, but he hasn’t touched it again since she told him not to. That changes when she gasps and closes her eyes and slaps her large breast with a loud thwap; he can’t help but grab it again. She’s too busy to notice, and her leg starts to twitch as she gasps louder, mumbling, “Donstop…donstop.”
Will focuses on flicking his tongue and spreading her lips wider with his fingers, occasionally swirling his tongue inside her opening.
Without warning, her hand drops to the back of his head again, and she groans loudly and presses his face against her cunt, screaming “KEEPGOINNNGGGGgggghhhhh”.
Struggling to breathe, but obedient, Will buries his tongue inside her and laps like a hungry dog – which seems to work, as his whole face is covered with a bitter liquid in rapid squirts as her entire body shudders and shakes. Her hand grabs his hair and shoves him hard against her mound, and she proceeds to grind on his face, teasing out a second orgasm that Will has very little of an active role in, besides owning a tongue.
“I need something inside me, NOW!” she growls, and Will wastes no time in slipping first one, then two, then three fingers inside her eager hole.
Working inside the unfamiliar pussy he does his best to tickle her sensitive spots and stretch her walls. Her grunts seem to be encouraging more, and soon he has a fourth finger inside her, causing waves in the water and on her body as he thrusts his hand in and out hurriedly. Just as he’s starting to think he can’t go on much longer, her whole body tenses up again, and she nearly breaks his fingers as her entire pussy clenches on them. He wiggles his fingers in time with her orgasmic waves and clenches, and leans back in to lightly flick his tongue on her clit again. After several aftershocks and shudders, she looks down at him, panting.
“That was – ok,” she manages to say, then, “Are you still hard?” after a moment or two. Will nods, so she gestures for him to stand up, “Show me.”
He stands up in the tub, and his bright red, painfully hard cock is pointing straight at her face. Will looks down and isn’t sure he’s ever seen it so hard, or as big, for that matter.
“Well, look at that,” she giggles, “the little cock that could. Put your hands behind your back.”
Will does so, reluctantly, as he desperately wants – no NEEDS – to stroke it and release the pressure.
“Have you ever fantasized about this happening?” she asks, but before Will can inquire what she’s talking about, she reaches out and very slowly strokes his cock.
Will grunts and nearly drops into the water as his legs go soft. He steadies himself as she laughs some more.
“Well? Answer the question,” she taunts.
“Yes, Linda, I have,” confesses Will
“Have WHAT, Will?” questions the curvy domina.
“I’ve fantasised about you touching my cock,” Will clarifies.
“But I’m your sister in law!” she says in mock shock, though Will notices her own hand active between her legs as she says that.
“I have a deal for you, Will. Are you ready? Are you interested?”
“Yes, Yes, Yes, I am.” Will stammers, his words falling over each other.
“Do you want to fuck me, Will?”
“YES!” he squeals.
“Tell me what you want, then, Will.”
“I want to fuck you!” he says, before she’s even finished speaking.
“Try again,” she taunts.
“I want to fuck you, Linda!?” he attempts.
“ONE more chance…” she taunts, smiling wickedly.
Will thinks back to their immediate preceding conversation and recognises she’s as naughty as he is, “I want to fuck my curvy sister-in-law, Linda.”
Linda pushes her lips together to stifle a moan and nods, “Good boy. But it’s not so simple.”
Will looks disappointed, but remains hopeful.
Linda stands up and moves close to Will and his rigid cock. She puts her hands on his shoulder and leans in. Her breasts press against his naked skin, and she whispers in his ear.
“I’m going to bend over this hot tub, you have 30 seconds to get that feeble cock into my cunt. If you manage, you can use me as you see fit till you cum, and you can cum wherever you want. Do you want to cum inside me? Or over my tits? Or my face, maybe? BUT – if you cum in that first 30 seconds, it’s all off. Deal?”
Will nods in answer, and she leans back.
“GOOD!” She picks up his phone, sets a 30-second timer, turns around, and bends over, presenting her big bum to him. Linda looks back then hungrily, she says, “Fuck me, Will. Last chance.”
Will lunges forward and grabs her ample hips and pushes his enthusiastic prick against her ass cheeks. Where it just disappears into her curves. He lifts her left leg, trying for a better angle, then pushes her shoulders down. He’s going all-out in a last-ditch attempt to make it.
“Fuck me, Will, please. I need cock,” part encouragement, part teasing. She wiggles her ass at him, “Don’t you want my cunt, Will? Don’t your balls want to cum inside-”
But she doesn’t finish because there’s a simple triple beep coming from his phone.
“Oh dear. Time is up!” Linda stands up and slaps his dick. “Bad luck!”
She gets up and out of the tub, while Will starts to beg, “Oh god, please don’t leave me like this!”
Wordlessly, she bends over, far too far, to pick up her clothing, then, seeing the swimshorts, she stands up straight and throws them to him.
“I need to fuck myself with something big and hard, and you didn’t make it. Have a nice night!”
At that point, Linda left, and Will got out of the tub. Feeling suddenly very exposed, he slipped back into his shorts, put the lid on the tub. Looking around, it almost felt like a dream. Only the empty cocktail cans gave any evidence of her having been there in the first place.
He picked up his phone and left the tub to go to his room, getting naked again as soon as he got there. He opened his phone to look through the pictures, only to find nothing. He flicked through WhatsApp and saw no messages from his wife.
“Thank God for that!” he mutters. Then, flicking to his chat with Linda, he hoped to find a copy of the images she’d saved. The chat was cleared. But there was a message, apparently sent from his phone, but he could tell it was a message from her to him.
“No cumming tonight. If you cum, I’ll know. And I’ll share these pictures and videos far and wide.” As he’s watching, the message becomes “Message Deleted”, replaced by a single winky-face emoji from her.
As if to twist the knife, there’s a quiet buzzing from nearby like a powerful electric toothbrush. It takes a groan from the same direction for Will to work out what’s going on.
He could call her bluff, and he really, really wants to. But the risk is just too significant. He begins to wonder what sort of future he might have, given this change in their dynamic. He also decides he can’t stay here without wanting to play, as he hears rhythmic grunts nearby.
*****
Will woke up the following morning, having fallen asleep on the sofa watching a movie. He made it to bed around 3 am, his wife having come in sometime in between. Now at 10 am, he goes into the kitchen, hesitantly, looking for breakfast. He sees both girls here, and both look hung over hugging their coffees.
“Morning,” he ventures carefully.
“Morning!” they both reply, sounding fragile.
“How was your night?” he asks his wife, but Linda replies, “I can’t really remember much, after I got stood up.”
Will’s wife consoles her sister, “Stood up? Oh, I’m sorry, hon. Well, I got home around midnight, Will – but didn’t want to wake you. The party was ok. Politics and bullshit and booze – same as always.”
Will brightens up. It seems he might be ok after all! Linda didn’t say anything; it seemed she’d forgotten everything, and his wife had no idea either.
“I need to take a shower. Do you want to go for brunch later?” he asks.
Both nod, then go back to sipping their drinks and chatting to each other.
Will enjoys the shower and can’t help but get hard in the shower, but his desperate need from last night has ebbed away, unsated – the erection is a little painful, and stroking is out. But he feels like his washing his fears away.
Wrapping his towel around himself after he gets out of the shower, he sees a message waiting. Opening it, he sees a picture of a pair of familiar white knickers sitting on his bed.
“Wear these today, boy.”
The End.
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