The lengthy slit in my new stepsister’s black skirt was slowly falling away exposing a particularly well shaped leg. I was home for Christmas, my first time since my mother had remarried. Her new husband was, in my view, a wealthy, pompous ass. Chloe was pretty with the lithesome body that only a 19 year old can have. I didn’t particularly like her; she behaved like a spoilt rich girl and was all too aware of her looks. I mostly tried to avoid her, she and her father weren’t my family and the holidays were more obligation than celebration. Chloe had been flirty towards me the past few days, probably because she wasn’t used to being ignored. I didn’t respond; in fact I was actually getting annoyed with her, I just wanted to take care of family obligations then get back to my life in New York.

I glanced down at Chloe’s lap, by now her skirt had fallen away revealing almost her entire leg. She caught me looking and there was a definite hint of satisfaction in the small smile that formed on her slightly parted lips. I tried to focus on my plum pudding and white rum sauce but now, to my irritation, I was having thoughts about Chloe and licking warm sauce from her delectable body. I tried to push the fantasy aside. It was my own fault I suppose; by ignoring her I had somehow encouraged Chloe to simply become even more flirtatious.  

The next time I looked down Chloe dropped her left hand in her lap and slowly began raising her skirt higher. I glanced quickly around the table but everyone else was involved in conversation and not paying  us the least attention. Returning my gaze to Chloe’s lap I was rewarded with the emerging hint of red silky panty below the hiked up skirt. Seconds later her panty, a small red silky triangle, was fully exposed. From the smoothness of the shiny red material it appeared Chloe was fully shaven. My body betrayed me; the sudden stirring of my cock caused me to blush. Beside me Chloe snickered quietly. Suddenly it seemed as though I had to fuck her. I wanted her, almost desperately which made me want to hate her. I wanted to use her for my pleasure and ruthlessly discard her.

My mother and stepfather were heading out for drinks at one of their wealthy friends; they would drop off Chloe’s grandparents at their home on the way. I was expecting to spend the latter part of Christmas Day evening alone with Chloe although my plan was to hole up in my room and just stay out of her way. As we cleaned up the table and loaded the dishwasher I was having lurid thoughts about my stepsister.

We stood at the door, frigid winter air rushing into the house. As the car crunched out of the snowy driveway, Chloe closed the heavy oak door leaning back against it. Her nipples pressed at her white silk blouse, likely erect from the cold. She looked at me, a nasty little smile on her face. “So Jak, did you enjoy staring at my legs?”

“No, but I did enjoy your red panties. Very festive.” It was kind of snotty but I really didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing the effect she had had.

“Well that’s as close as you’re ever going to get.” The haughty tone decided her fate.

“Perhaps. But you’ve been naughty and now you need to be punished.”

“What are you going to do? Spank me?” She laughed throatily, confident that I wouldn’t dare.

“That exactly what I’m going to do.”

“Just try it.”

Chloe stepped forward quickly, trying to rush past me but she was far too slow. In a flash I had a firm grip on one arm that I twisted behind her back, not forcefully but with enough pressure to significantly restrict her movements. I pushed her toward the looming nine foot high Christmas tree, a somewhat disastrous decision as Chloe stumbled into the tree and it crashed down in a musical tinkle of shattering ornaments. One string of lights had become detached and approximately four or five feet of cord and glowing lights lay on the floor. In seconds I had Chloe’s wrists bound with Christmas lights; she resisted but not as much as I had expected. The night began to smoulder with promise.

Moments later I sat astride a brown leather ottoman Chloe over my knees, her streaked blonde hair falling over her face. She struggled a little, encouraging my own secret thrill and a surge of blood into my rapidly hardening cock. She gave a small cry of surprise when I yanked her skirt up exposing her firm ass cheeks, split by the thin red band of what could only be a thong. Her firm rounded ass seemed to shiver. I didn’t hesitate, my hand connecting to her left ass cheek with a sharp, satisfying SMACK! The cry was louder this time, she probably hadn’t expected the spank to be so hard. Instinctively she tried to rise from my lap so I spanked her again and again, harder each time until she stopped writhing beneath my firm hand. Every wail and protest provoked a further engorgement of my cock.

I gave her three more firm spanks then leaned back to admire her abused bottom. Her ass was a brilliant Santa Claus red. The Christmas lights wrapped around her wrists added a colourful glow on her inflamed cheeks. The only problem was, now I was more turned on than ever and felt a desperate need for relief. I helped Chloe to her feet, as her golden locks fell away from her face I could see the wetness on her cheeks. She looked embarrassed but most of all she looked defiant. It might have ended there but that look of defiance made me determined to break her, I wanted her complete surrender. I pushed down on her right shoulder, she resisted at first then finally yielded, sinking to her knees between my splayed legs as I sat on the ottoman.

I cupped Chloe’s chin, tilting her head upward. “You’ve been teasing me all week and now you need to satisfy me. You better be good or you’re getting another spanking.” She began to protest. “Shut up. Don’t forget to say ‘please.’”

Her golden brown eyes searched mine, perhaps seeking even a hint of mercy. My vacant soul had none to offer. She whispered ‘please’ then tilted forward. I twisted her hair around my right hand pulling her mouth over my rigid cock, already crowned with the wet ooze of precum. I let her suck me at her own pace initially and truth is she was a talented little cocksucker. I had had better but only once or twice. Despite the pleasure I wanted her to know who was in control. I slowly stood up, careful to ensure she never broke rhythm as her head bobbed up and down. I knew I was close so I twisted her hair harder so she was immobile then fucked her mouth. Hard. Using it solely for my pleasure, when I exploded in her mouth I made sure the last two pumps of cum splashed across her lips. It looked a lot like the rum sauce.

I’d expected the blowjob would be enough but instead I was now even hornier. The splash of cum on her parted lips had looked so erotic I was even more excited than I had been before the grateful release. I still wanted to punish her; I desperately wanted to fuck her despite knowing it was a dangerous idea. I looked over at the grandiose Christmas tree now laying across the hardwood floors in an impressive debris field of fragile ornaments. I was considering unwinding the remaining strings of lights to bind Chloe into a glowing human ornament. Then I spied the angel that had fallen from the tree.

Chloe was still on her knees, a single drop of cum dripping from her chin. Her haughty demeanour had disappeared and when she looked up at me now I could see a spark of apprehension. There was something else too, not hunger exactly but that sort of glowing damp look a woman gets when she’s aroused.

Extracting more light strings from the tree I quickly tied her ankles to the ottoman, her legs impossible to close. Then, wrapping her body repeatedly with lights I trapped her left hand over her right breast but left her right hand free. “Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, her voice quavering.

“No. You’re going to fuck you.” Then I pushed the angel into her hand.

She looked at me quizzically. “What?”

“You’re going to fuck yourself. With the angel.”

“Like fuck I am.” Her vehemence caused me to smile cruelly.

“You are. You don’t want your stepbrother filling your pussy with his cum do you?”

“No!” Had the ‘no’ been less emphatic I might have reconsidered.

The angel was about twelve inches long, crowned with a small tinsel halo and wearing a long white, velvet robe. I figured the arms might be problematic so I took the angel back from Chloe which prompted a look of uncertain relief. When I violently twisted the arms off the look disappeared. Instantly. I pushed the angel back into her right hand that I was gratified to see was trembling noticeably. I pulled off the halo leaving the angel looking like a rough approximation of a dildo.

“Now. Fuck yourself. Fuck yourself until you cum. Or else…”

With that I yanked her bright red panties down until they stretched across her bound ankles.  The wet sheen on her panties exposed her own rising need. I took her hand in mine pushing the head of the angel towards her glistening slit. Her pleading eyes met mine, seeking relief. Not this time.

“Fuck yourself until you cum. And don’t fake it, I’ll know.”

She moaned as I bumped the angel across her clit. Then she lowered her gaze and I knew I had won. I pushed the angel down lower, this time Chloe didn’t resist at all. The angel’s head slid between the puffy lips of her cunt. “Deeper. I know you want it.” I hesitated for a second. “Slut.”

It was like a switch had been thrown. With a low sob of need she pushed the angel deeper into her steamy orifice. She started slowly, barely moving the angel dildo more than a half an inch in and out. “Harder slut. Faster. Show me how bad you want it.”

Perhaps she just needed that permission; Chloe began pumping the angel into her hole, her crying sighs becoming more ragged by the minute.  Her eyes were fluttering, her lips parted sensually as she panted for oxygen. My erection had returned with a vengeance and the furious intensity of Chloe’s hand plunging her depths with the angel was more than I could take. I stood up, grabbing her head, my throbbing cock inching toward her mouth. To my cruel satisfaction she leaned forward eagerly. She took almost my entire length with her first hungry mouthful.

“Don’t you dare stop you dirty little whore.”

Things had gotten out of control quickly. A fragment thought about my impulse control flashed past as Chloe’s muffled gasps vibrated against my rigid cock. I felt the devil’s own grin on my face as I watched the angel slide faster and deeper into her needy hole. She was so drenched in her own juices that the angel’s cloak was soaked to the bottom. I was so excited I thought I might cum in her mouth before she orgasmed herself. The perfection of her erect nipples poked aggressively at the shimmering white of her blouse.

“Now. Pinch your nipple. Hard.” Chloe’s fingers shifted beneath the string of lights, the pressure of her thumb and forefinger eliciting a submissive sigh around my cock. “Harder.” Pause. “Harder.”

A subdued whimper shivered against my cock, Chloe’s right hand began to move in a wild thrusting blur, her hips fighting for every inch of the defiled angel. A fugitive rhythmic moan escaped around my aching cock that quickly rose in volume. Then she was cumming, her movements shuddering in one violent spasm after another as I exploded in her gaping mouth.

Christmas faded away to just the starlit blackness of being. I’d never emptied myself so completely. Slowly I pulled my cock from Chloe’s mouth. Then pushed it back between her smeared, pink-frosted lips. Dutifully she cleaned the cum and saliva from my dripping cock. Her task completed she slid to the floor, perspiration shimmering beneath the multi-coloured lights. She was still clutching the angel in her right hand.

As I was adjusting my clothing Chloe suddenly swept her gaze around the room. “What are we going to tell our parents about this mess?”

“Silly. We’re blaming it on your cat.”

“Not Fluffy!”

“It’s Fluffy or the truth.” I turned away, headed for the winding stairs that led up to the bedrooms.

“Jak! Wait! Aren’t you gonna untie me?”

 “Merry Christmas Chloe.”