“I’ll be back for Christmas. I hope we can…”
“We can. We will.”
They kissed. They hugged. They squeezed. Their hands and tongues made a last ditch effort to capture the feel and sweet taste of each other to counterbalance the sour taste of goodbye.
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Over the following weeks Maggie and Brad thought about each other constantly. About what they’d done, about the barriers they’d crossed, about what it meant, and what it could be. Most days Maggie was busy at the store, so her mind was occupied. But her nights and days off were often clouded with thoughts of Brad. She knew their relationship was now on a whole new plane, maybe taboo, to be frowned-upon, and what would people think? Who cares, she thought. She missed him. Brad spent much time on his own in the woods, patrolling, policing, repairing trails, gathering wood, whatever, so his mind was never far from Maggie. She’d been an older, distant stepsister for years, but not anymore. They were related by their parents’ marriage, that’s all, so what? He wanted her. He knew he was falling in love.
They talked on the phone when they could, discussing and anxiously anticipating when he would be back for Christmas. Brad drove into the town several miles outside of the park entrance to shop, to find the right Christmas card to send to her, but found none that worked for their unique situation. The cards were either too sisterly or too loverly. As a couple, they hadn’t yet officially committed to each other so he wanted to be careful and not overstep, and possibly create an awkward situation. He finally chose one that was fairly generic and then added his own words. Miss you, thinking of you, can’t wait to hold you again, kiss you, stuff like that. He mailed it early. He also bought her two gifts. One for when the family traded presents; and one that was more personal and would be given in private, away from Mom and Dad.
Brad would have limited time for his visit. The park was busy during the holiday season, especially the week after Christmas. He would arrive on the 24th and drive back two days later.
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On Christmas Eve Brad arrived at his parents’ house in late afternoon. His mother gave him a big hug and kiss and he settled into his old bedroom to unpack. Ethan and Maggie were still at work, reaping in the last-minute holiday sales. They arrived at home together a couple hours later, tired from a busy day at the store. Maggie parked her car in the driveway as Ethan pulled his into the garage.
When Maggie came through the front door, Brad wanted to attack her, hold her and squeeze her and love her. And by the look in her eye he knew she felt the same. But they couldn’t, it would have to wait. They settled for a quick hug, and Brad snuck in a little butt pinch.
Family tradition for Christmas Eve was eggnog, Bailey’s Irish Cream and a big spiral-cut ham dinner. Then they’d clean up and exchange gifts in front of the tree and fireplace, listening to carols on the stereo. The gifts were mostly generic. They all would save their more intimate gifts for when they were alone. Maggie gave Brad a baseball cap and a t-shirt from his alma mater; He gave her a national park hoodie.
“I have something else for you that I’ll give you when we’re alone,” Maggie whispered to Brad, as she scooped wrapping paper into a plastic trash bag.
“Me too,” he said.
Outside, it was turning colder. Snow flurries had started during dinner, and soon the snow fell harder, wet and sticking to the ground. As they were winding things up, Maggie looked out the window at the backyard.
“Looks like we’re having a white Christmas,” Maggie said to their parents. “Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”
Naturally, Ethan and Kate said it would be fine, and soon retired to their bedroom. The master bedroom was on the first floor, and upstairs were a loft area and two bedrooms that shared a Jack-and-Jill bathroom. Their old bedrooms had not been updated, other than wall hangings, and were now unused guest rooms. Mom and Dad rarely went upstairs anymore. Brad and Maggie would be sharing a bed.
Maggie took a small gift-wrapped package from the pocket of her jacket that she’d hung on the coat rack inside the front door.
“Upstairs,” she said.
They walked up the steps and into Brad’s room. He dug into his bag and handed her a small exquisitely-wrapped present. It was tight at the corners with a lavish red bow.
“Did you wrap this?” she said.
“Hell no.”
“Well, it’s very nice. Thank you.”
“Open it,” he said.
She sat on the edge of the bed. She slipped her fingernail under the paper and slit it open, tossed the paper aside and opened the shallow box. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“I love it!” she said.
It was a double strand beaded choker. The beads looked like pearls and Brad had thought it would look stunning hugging her cinnamon-skinned neck. And he was right.
“Perfect,” he said, as he closed the clasp and kissed her. “Just as I’d hoped.”
“It’s beautiful!” she said, twirling it between her fingers. “Now you.” She handed him a flat box.
He tore off the paper and the lid and dug through tissue paper. He grinned as he held his gift up in the air with both hands. It was a pair of silk underpants, bright red with a gold waistband, covered with bombs exploding and the words ‘KA-POW’ and ‘BANG’ and‘BOOM’ and ‘WOW’.
“Silk underwear!” he exclaimed. “I love it! I have a new favorite pair of boxers.”
“I thought you would like it. Underpants that describe what it’s like going to bed with you.”
“I can’t wait to put them on, so you can take them off.”
He kissed her again and stood up and unbuckled his jeans and dropped them. He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his pants and socks. He stood in front of her naked for a moment as he removed a tag and took a sniff.
“Smells delicious. Like you.” His dick was already half-turgid as he put them on.
They kissed again and their tongues became reacquainted. He kissed her face and her forehead and her neck. He nibbled on the name patch of her camo shirt and lipped her rigid nipple beneath the fabric as he unsnapped and unzipped her khakis. He pulled them off, then her top, then her skimpy bra. They lay side by side in full embrace, dressed only in silk shorts and a black thong, kissing, touching, feeling, their genitals aroused and ready to make up for lost time. The magic was back in an instant, as if no time had elapsed.
Maggie slipped her hand inside the silk and those undies were soon below his knees. Brad’s cock was hard and she wrapped her lips around it. She was an avid cocksucker. It felt hot and firm in her mouth, it slid all in and half out, over and over, while her left hand massaged his balls and her right middle finger prodded in and out of his asshole, all working in three-part harmony. His groin swung in time in an effort to reach new depth.
Maggie knew the signs, could tell when Brad was nearing climax. But she didn’t let it happen. Not yet. Her mouth vacated his cock and her fingers left his balls and rectum in a flash and she climbed aboard. She held his cock upright, sat on it, fed it into her wet, starved cunt.