Wife’s Sister Christmas Gift

The last-minute Christmas shopping always pissed me off. Two days before the big day and the whole damn family insisted on dragging themselves out into the freezing cold to the mall like it was some sacred tradition. My wife Sarah begged me to come along for the thousandth time that morning while I sat on the oversized leather couch in her parents’ living room, a thick novel open in my lap.

“You’re sure you don’t want to join us, baby? It’ll be fun. We can grab hot chocolate after.”

I didn’t even look up. “Nope. Too fucking cold out there. You and your folks go on. I’ll hold down the fort.”

She leaned down and kissed my cheek, her soft lips brushing the stubble I’d been too lazy to shave. “Okay. We’ll be a few hours. Oh—and Kimberly’s flying in today. If she gets here before we do, keep her company, will you?”

I grunted something noncommittal. Inside my head the words were a whole lot dirtier. Keep her company? You’re goddamn right I’ll keep that tight little sister of yours company. Keep her company with my thick cock stretching every hole she’s got until she’s dripping and begging.

Kimberly. My wife’s younger sister. Twenty-four years old, five-foot-nothing of pure concentrated fuck-me energy. I’d spent the entire previous summer at the beach house trying not to get caught staring while she bounced around in the tiniest bikini the law allowed. Nipples constantly peeking out of the triangles of fabric. That perfect heart-shaped ass swaying every time she walked down to the water. I’d jacked off in the shower more times than I could count thinking about bending her over the balcony railing and burying myself balls-deep while Sarah was out shopping for sunscreen.

Now she was coming home for Christmas, and I was alone in the house for at least three hours.

I tried to focus on the book. The words blurred. My cock was already half-hard just from the thought of her walking through that front door. I shifted on the couch, adjusted myself, and forced my eyes back to the page.

An hour and forty minutes later the front door opened with a blast of cold air and the sound of a suitcase rolling across the hardwood. I looked up just as Kimberly kicked the door shut behind her and dropped her bag with a heavy thud.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing out there,” she said, peeling off her coat. Then she saw me and her face lit up with that same mischievous grin she’d worn all summer. “Hey, big brother-in-law. Reading anything good?”

“Decent enough,” I answered, trying to sound casual. My eyes were already cataloguing every inch of her. Tight red sweater that clung to her small but perfect tits like a second skin. A short black skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Black tights that ended in heeled boots. No coat long enough to hide the fact that she was dressed to kill.

She walked over and dropped into the recliner across from me, stretching her legs out. “Trip sucked. Shared a ride with some country-music assholes the whole way from the airport. Thought I was going to lose my mind. Where’s everyone else?”

“Mall. Last-minute shopping. Your sister said to keep you company if you showed up first.”

Kimberly’s grin widened. She stood up slowly, deliberately, and crossed the room until she was standing right in front of me. “You’ve got me all alone and you’re going to keep reading? I got all dressed up for you, you know.”

Before I could answer she swung one leg over my lap and settled down, straddling me. The heat of her pussy pressed right against the growing bulge in my jeans. My hands automatically went to her narrow waist.

“What the hell are you doing, Kim?”

She started unbuttoning my flannel shirt, one button at a time, her fingers brushing my chest. “I’m going to fuck your brains out. That week at the beach I saw you staring every single time I walked by. At night I could hear you pounding my sister through the wall. I was so wet I had to finger myself listening to you two. And I heard you have a really nice cock.” Her voice dropped into a husky whisper. “I want it. I want every thick inch of it inside me before they get home.”

I opened my mouth to say something responsible—something about Sarah, about the fact that we were in her parents’ living room—but the words died when she yanked my shirt open and ran her hands over my chest. One of the best pieces of advice I’d ever gotten flashed through my mind: if a woman wants to fuck you, shut the fuck up and let it happen.

I grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion. No bra. Her B-cup tits sat high and firm on her small frame, pink nipples already tight from the cold air and pure arousal. I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth, hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. She gasped and arched, grinding her covered pussy harder against my cock.

“Fuck, yes,” she whispered. “Bite them. I like it a little mean.”

I switched to the other nipple, sucking and nipping while she worked my belt open and shoved her hand down the front of my jeans. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she made a soft, hungry sound.

“Jesus Christ. You’re even bigger than I thought.”

She stroked me slowly, thumb circling the head, spreading the precum that was already leaking. I shoved both hands under her skirt, found the waistband of her tights, and yanked them down as far as I could. My fingers slid between her thighs and found her pussy completely bare, smooth, and soaking wet. I ran two fingers along her slit, coating them in her juices, then pushed them inside her tight little hole.

Kimberly moaned and rocked against my hand. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Riding your cock while my sister’s out buying your Christmas present.”

She slid off my lap and dropped to her knees between my legs. “Pants off. Now.”

I lifted my hips and shoved everything down. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already shiny with precum. Kimberly looked at it like she was starving. She wrapped both small hands around the shaft and leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe from the base all the way up to the tip. Then she opened her mouth and took the head inside, sucking gently while her tongue swirled.

I groaned and threaded my fingers into her dark hair. She took me deeper, bobbing slowly at first, then faster, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet living room. Not the most skilled blowjob I’d ever gotten, but the hottest by a fucking mile. My wife’s little sister on her knees in her parents’ house, sucking my cock like she’d been waiting all year for it.

After a solid ten minutes of her working me with lips and tongue and the occasional scrape of teeth that made my balls tighten, I pulled her off.

“I need to taste that pussy,” I said, voice rough.

Kimberly stood, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall. The tights followed. She was completely naked now except for the heeled boots, and the sight of her nearly made me come on the spot. Small, toned dancer’s body. Tight stomach. That perfect round ass. And between her legs a neat little triangle of dark hair pointing straight down to the prettiest, wettest pussy I’d ever seen.

I stood, guided her onto the couch on her back, and spread her legs wide. One leg hooked over the back of the couch, the other foot planted on the floor. I knelt between her thighs and dragged my tongue through her slit in one long, slow lick from asshole to clit. She tasted clean and sweet and so fucking wet. I did it again, slower, then settled in and started eating her properly—long strokes of my tongue, suction on her swollen clit, two fingers pumping in and out of her tight cunt.

Kimberly’s hips rolled against my face. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me exactly where she wanted me. “Fuck, yes—right there. Don’t stop. I’ve been so empty since the beach.”

I curled my fingers and rubbed that rough spot inside her while I sucked hard on her clit. Her thighs started shaking. Within minutes she came hard, crying out and flooding my tongue with more of that sweet juice. I didn’t ease up. I kept licking and fingering her straight through the first orgasm and into a second that left her trembling and gasping my name.

When I finally lifted my head, my face was shiny with her. I crawled up her body and lined my cock up with her entrance. The head kissed her wet folds. I pushed forward slowly, feeling every inch of that tight, silky heat swallow me.

“Shit,” she breathed. “You’re stretching me so good.”

I sank all the way in until my balls pressed against her ass. Then I started fucking her—long, deep strokes that made her small tits bounce. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in harder.

“Harder. Fuck me like you’ve been thinking about it all year.”

I gave her what she asked for. I braced my hands on the arm of the couch and drove into her, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Her pussy clenched around me every time I bottomed out. She came again within minutes, a long, shuddering orgasm that made her nails dig into my back.

When she could breathe again she pushed at my chest. “My turn. Sit in the chair. I’m going to ride the fucking cum out of you.”

I pulled out reluctantly and moved to the recliner. Kimberly followed, turned around, and gave me a perfect view of that tight little ass before she straddled me reverse-cowgirl. She reached down, guided my cock back to her entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate slide until I was buried to the hilt again.

Then she started moving.

She rode me like she was trying to break me. Up and down, hips rolling in tight circles, then bouncing hard enough that her ass cheeks clapped against my thighs. She leaned forward, braced her hands on my knees, and slammed herself down over and over. Every few minutes she’d lean all the way back against my chest, turn her head, and kiss me messy and open-mouthed while she ground her clit against the base of my cock.

She came three more times like that—loud, shameless, soaking my balls and the chair beneath us. Each orgasm made her pussy clamp down like a fist. I was right on the edge, balls drawn up tight, when she suddenly lifted off me and dropped to her knees again.

“I want it in my mouth,” she said, stroking me fast. “Come down my throat.”

I stood, grabbed the back of her head, and fucked her face with short, shallow thrusts. She took it eagerly, eyes watering, saliva running down her chin. When I felt the first pulse I pulled back just enough so the head was on her tongue and unloaded. Thick ropes of cum shot across her tongue and into her throat. She swallowed every drop, then licked me clean like she didn’t want to waste a single bit.

We both collapsed for a minute, breathing hard. Kimberly looked up at me with that same wicked grin.

“That was the best early Christmas present I’ve ever given anyone,” she said. “But we’re not done. After everyone goes to bed tonight, meet me in the basement. I want you to fuck my ass next.”

My cock twitched at the words even though I’d just emptied my balls down her throat.

“You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. I’ve never had a cock in my ass and I want yours to be the first. And the only one. At least for this visit.”

She stood, collected her clothes, and started getting dressed like nothing had happened. I did the same, heart still hammering. By the time we heard the garage door opening twenty minutes later, the living room looked normal again. Kimberly was curled up in the recliner with her phone. I was back on the couch with my book. Only the lingering smell of sex and the faint wet spot on the chair cushion gave anything away.