Thankfully, my wife and I have never been swept up in the frenzy of shopping and preparations that far too many people manage to get themselves embroiled in. That’s not to say that we don’t enjoy the Christmas season. We’re not religious in any sense of the word but we do embrace the spirit and the feelings which it engenders.
Much the same holds true for her family, and we do make the effort to get together over the season.
My wife, Lana, and her sister Kate, although they do not look alike, have similar personalities. Both are outgoing and have a love for laughter. Vivacious is a word that would probably be appropriate in describing them, and I always enjoy being there on occasions when they get together.
Kate is taller than Lana and is lighter in build. She has reddish, wavy hair which she keeps long, down past her shoulders, while Lana’s is dark brown and cut short. They both have beautiful figures, great looking legs and nicely proportioned breasts, all of which they like to show off with rather seductive styles of dress.
Lana and I decided at the start of our relationship that children were not going to be a part of our lifestyle. Kate, on the other hand, has one child although she bears no outward physical sign of being a ‘mom’. Both women, Lana being forty and Kate forty-two, turn male heads wherever they go.
Unfortunately, Kate’s marriage has never been a particularly good one. Outwardly it seemed fine for the first several years, but it obviously started to go downhill about seven or eight years ago. She’s confided with my wife, who in turn has confided in me, that she’s worked hard at trying to keeping the marriage alive, but it has been a struggle. It’s just one of those things. Some couples, like my wife and I, are completely compatible and never have any spats, while Kate and her husband can be set off over seemingly nothing. I’ve always suspected that, as a result, she hasn’t had sex in a long time, or if so, it’s been very infrequent.
Kate called yesterday evening wanting to come over to bring a few Christmas gifts for us, and of course to collect whatever we had for them. Her husband couldn’t make it but, unquestionably, she was expected to stay for dinner. The day was cold, a few degrees below freezing, and the thick cloud layer had the colour of lead. It wasn’t snowing but it had every look about it that it would.
She arrived early, dressed for the weather, but once she was out of her winter coat and boots she looked stunning, as usual. She put her gifts under the tree and we sat for the next couple of hours thoroughly enjoying each others’ company.
Lana and Kate sitting together were a lovely sight. Lana was showing a lot of leg, and between them there was plenty of cleavage, wide smiles, red lips and beautiful expressionable faces. They each had a couple of glasses of dry sherry before dinner and were in a marvellous mood. Lana eventually started to prepare dinner and Kate did whatever she could to help.
At one point I looked out into the night and saw in the street light that it was snowing heavily, and probably had been since just after Kate had arrived. There was already close to ten centimetres of accumulation just in those couple of hours. I decided not to say anything as I knew Kate would be concerned and would want to leave for home. It looked to me that already that would be a bad decision, but she was headstrong and, unless it was too severe, I knew she would throw caution to the wind. If it continued snowing the way it had been, by the time dinner was finished she would have no choice but to stay the night, which would be the sensible thing to do.
At one point during dinner Kate decided to check the weather outside and came back looking very concerned, saying that she would have to leave soon because of the snow. Lana and I looked out and were both adamant that she wasn’t going to leave. Our guest room was always prepared for company so it wouldn’t be an issue for us. She finally relented and went to the next room to call home. We could hear that the conversation became heated and when she came back she looked really upset.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but we’ve just had another row. It’s not about me staying. He agreed that it was the right thing to do. It was just some small thing that was said that blew out of proportion.”
But then the smile returned to her face and she said, “But that’s not going to ruin my evening with my two favourite people. Another glass of wine please.”
A mood of joviality swept over us and the atmosphere became as light as I could ever remember it.
More wine flowed and I could tell that both of them were getting a wee bit tipsy. Too much wine for Lana was real ‘panty remover’. I loved it when she got a little drunk because she could become unpredictable, and when we were alone those were the nights we usually had our wildest sex.
Glasses were low so I got up to get another bottle. When I came back I stood directly behind Lana, and as I slowly filled her glass I put my left hand over her shoulder, onto her neck and chest and let it slide down onto her right breast, giving it a little squeeze as it came to rest.
“Ted," she giggled, and I felt her nipple harden against my palm.
As if giving a toast I stated, “This is a wonderful evening. I don’t recall you two being in such a good mood for a long time.”
With that I gave her nipple a pinch.
Now, Lana’s breasts are extremely sensitive and she loves it when I lavish attention on them. She’s told me that her nipples are hard-wired to her clit and she has cum with just their stimulation, and when I pinch or bite them she becomes immediately aroused, wet and quite helpless.
“Oh Ted. Please don’t.”
I continued talking and looking at Kate who was smiling broadly while casually watching what I was doing.
I moved my hand up and slipped it under her blouse, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple again, this time a little harder.
“Please...,” she said again, and followed it with a breathless whisper, “don’t.”
I leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head while I continued pinching, and I noticed that she had started to move her thighs together, clenching them as if to put pressure on her clit.
Kate was still watching but her initial smile by this time had fallen away and she was watching intently now, her lower lip drawn slightly between her teeth.
I withdrew my hand and walked around the table and stood behind Kate ready to fill her glass.
I had asked Lana in the past whether she knew anything about Kate’s love life and what she liked, but oddly enough, that’s one thing that the two of them had never talked about. At least that’s what she said. It appeared to me that perhaps I was about to find out on my own.
“Your glass is empty. Want a top-up?” I asked as I leaned over her.
She didn’t answer and I could sense she had become tense. I repeated the same thing I had just done with Lana. As I was pouring her wine my free hand slid down her chest, but this time I slipped it directly under her top and bra and onto the warmth and softness of her bare breast. Her nipple was already hard and after feeling and squeezing her breast I turned my attention to her nipple, pinching and rolling it. Still no word from her but her breathing had become deeper. A harder pinch brought some results.
“Oh god,” she whispered, and she brought her hand up to her breast, pressing mine tighter to her through the fabric of her top.
Only a few seconds had elapsed between my fondling my wife’s breast and her subsequent arousal and what I was now doing to her sister’s breast. I looked over at Lana. She was a little flushed and had that unmistakable ‘horny-and-a-bit-drunk’ look about her and was watching intently what I was doing. She also had the faintest hint of a naughty smile on her face.
I pinched Kate’s nipple again and this time she let out a small groan. I was starting to get hard. I kissed the top of her head, withdrew my hand, and said to them, “I’m going to give you both a good back rub. So bring your wine into the living room.”
Getting a back rub from me is one of Lana’s great pleasures in life and is something that she’s never refused. It always ends in a passionate session of fucking. As she got up from the table she gave me ‘the look’ and said, “I’m looking forward to this.”
“Why don’t we start with Lana,” I said to Kate as I walked between them into the living room, my arms around their waists. “She worked hard to prepare our dinner so I think she gets a reward first. What do you think?”
Kate had got her voice back and said, “Sounds fine to me.