The Christmas Party, Forbidden Lust 4

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Cold winter weather is far from a guarantee in the south.  Growing up we rarely had a White Christmas.  And it was more likely to be sixty degrees and sunny.  If not warmer.Weather permitting, my family celebrated Christmas Eve outdoors at my uncle’s house.  He had a ton of land that used to be a farm.  Not everyone was there every year, but that wasn’t the case in 1998.  My family was there with my father’s three siblings and their spouses, and all my cousins on that side of the family–including two who were older and had started families of their own.And then there were neighbors, co-workers, and friends.  Anyone my uncle knew was invited, and that usually meant a couple of dozen families who didn’t have other plans dropped by for a while.  It was always a weird mix of people eager to get drunk mingling with holy rollers from his church who were leading the crowd in holiday hymns.  My family tried to go at least every other year.  I loved it when I was a kid.  There was a bonfire and roasted marshmallows and singing and that’s when we got to open gifts from our aunts and uncles.  But as a teen, I was a little more jaded and cynical about family time, even if it involved a drunken potluck bonfire with Christmas hymns.  Like most kids, I naturally rebelled against obligation.  I was still going through that cooler-than-thou phase in college.  But things were different for my junior year.  A week earlier I’d been caught by my aunt’s step-daughter jacking off.  Instead of being horrified, she’d been into it.  She’d given me a hand job, used her panties to catch my load, then told me to keep them.  Things had only escalated from that point.  The morning of the party she had given me a blowjob while everyone else was upstairs eating breakfast.  It all seemed wrong.  Cara was eighteen years old.  She was in high school.  Her step-brother was my cousin.  I’d known her for half my life and nobody in our family would have approved of a romantic relationship.  Much less a purely sexual one.But I’d never met a woman who embraced teasing me with her lingerie.  On top of that, Cara was gorgeous with a buxom hourglass figure, Italian complexion, and long dark Ankara escort hair.  She was playful during our sexual interactions.  And the layering of one taboo on top of another just heightened the thrill.I couldn’t completely get rid of the guilt I felt, but I knew it wasn’t going to stop me.  I knew that if we got caught it would lead to a lot of family drama and hurt feelings.  And that wasn’t going to stop me either.  I was twenty-one years old.  I was constantly horny.  I had a secret lingerie fetish that I needed to explore.  I didn’t know when I would get that chance again.For most of the day, Cara was off somewhere with her stepmother.  I couldn’t stop thinking about her.  I pictured her wearing nothing but panties while she sucked my cock that morning.  I’d wanted to do more, but she was hesitant.  She made it sound like sex was off the table, but then she had told me she planned on wearing a dress that I was going to love at the party.That day dragged.  I tried to avoid most of my family.  My cousin and I hung out in the basement drinking beer and watching Die Hard movies to get in the Christmas spirit.  Of course, he had no idea I was fantasizing about his step-sister.  Most people didn’t dress up for the party.  It was outdoors and casual. Of course, there were always a few guys who overdid it and a person or two in an ugly holiday sweater.  And there were a few women who always wore dresses or festive outfits.   Some of my uncle’s neighbors had trophy wives who needed to be the center of attention.  And there was my cousin Beth, a yoga instructor in her late twenties who was always the prettiest woman in every room and never dressed casually.I can’t say I didn’t notice the other women that year.  I can still remember Mrs. Miller in her painted-on white sweater and red suede skirt.  I’d been jacking off to fantasies of her for years.  There were others worth ogling.  My cousin was trying his best to hit on someone’s college-aged daughter who was home for a few weeks.  But from the minute she stepped outside, my focus was on Cara.  Her dark hair was down and she was wearing her hipster glasses.  Ankara escort bayan She had on black thigh high stockings, and her Christina Hendricks curves were stretching the seams of a short, garnet-colored velvet skater dress.  It had long sleeves and a modest square neckline that didn’t expose her cleavage.  But the dress was tight through the bodice and clung to her big tits.  It was a drastic change from the baggie post-grunge outfits she usually wore.  Although she was still wearing a dog collar for a choker and Doc Marten boots.  I felt like I’d look like a bum standing next to her in faded jeans, a black tee-shirt, and a flannel.  My cock was getting stiff just looking at her.  It was impossible to not keep stealing glances at her from across the yard.  I wanted to take her hand and kiss her in front of everyone.  More than that, I wanted to take her inside and bury my cock in her.  But none of that was possible.  I wasn’t the only one who noticed her.  I saw men looking.  Guys who had never noticed her inviting eighteen-year-old body when she wore loose clothes.  But she wasn’t the center of attention.  Most guys were still sneaking peeks at other women or my cousin Beth or her older sister.  Cara was still just an awkward girl to them.  They weren’t ready to see her as a woman.  I’m sure that tunnel vision was working in my favor.  A girl who’d been pretty all her life wouldn’t have been slumming with her horny step-cousin.  She would have had better options.I kept watching her from afar.  She was making the rounds and talking to people she hadn’t seen in a while.  Mostly about where she was going to college and how her senior year was going. She helped kids roast marshmallows and make cocoa.  I got plenty of questions from people I saw once a year, too.  It was a nice distraction and fun to catch up.  And I was getting a nice buzz from mulled wine and spiced eggnog.I had to play it cool every time Cara and I ended up in the same group.  No smiles or flirty remarks.  I just had to act generally aloof like I had in previous years.At some point, my grandmother mentioned getting more baked goods from Escort Ankara the kitchen.  Cara volunteered to get them for her.  “Well somebody needs to go with her and help,” my grandmother said loudly. “Come on,” Cara said to meI followed her into the house.  It was completely empty.  As soon as we were alone Cara flashed me a smile.“I told you that you’d like my dress,” she said.  “How do you know I like it?” I asked playfully.  “I’ve seen you staring at me all night.”I was a little embarrassed.  Had I been that obvious?  Did other people notice? She seemed to read my mind.“I only noticed because I was watching you.  I”m sure nobody else saw you staring at me like you just saw your dream girl.  I bet you’ve even got a boner.”“Of course I do,” I responded.  “But it’s not your dress.  It’s just because I want you to touch my cock again.”  Like a lot of women her age, Cara fluttered back and forth between insecurity and feeling confident.  That morning she’d been afraid to show off her body.  But twelve hours later she knew how good she looked.“Bullshit,” Cara said.  “That might be half true.  But you’re checking me out, too.”Of course, she was right.  She looked amazing in the dress.  It was so short that it barely covered the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings.  The red velvet seemed to enhance her big tits. And yet it was still somehow innocent.  We walked into the kitchen.  There were trays of cookies and homemade candies sitting on the counter. Cara walked over to grab them.  I came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist.  I put a hand on one of her firm thighs and slid it up slowly.Cara tossed her head back and closed her eyes.  She moaned softly.“We can’t,” she said.  “Not now.”I pushed the hem of her dress up.  She was wearing a silky black half-slip beneath it.  “What color are your panties?” I asked.  “Let me see.”She firmly pushed my hand away.“They are very red,” she teased.  “And very silky.  And they match my bra.  Brand new.  Very sexy.  Very festive.  Bought for a special occasion.”“You have to let me see,” I said.  I almost whimpered when I said it.“You know we can’t,” she said.  “They’ll start looking for us if we aren’t back in two minutes.”“Just a flash?”“No,” she said sternly.  “But you can kiss me if you like. Just once.”I pushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck.  She turned slowly and our lips locked.  I pushed her ass against the counter.  My tongue slid into her mouth.  She moaned softly.

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