Peppermint Patty

( This story is fiction. )

Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go.

It’s going to be a long few days.

I thought my ordeal was over when Patty went away to college, and in a way, it was. She only came home for holidays, and they were always busy, so I could usually find ways to put distance between us. It wasn’t that we had a bad relationship. Quite the opposite, in fact. Though she was two years older, she had always tried to include me in whatever she was doing when we were younger. We rarely fought, and even as we got older, she often found time to spend with me.

It would have all been perfect except for one little problem. Somewhere along the line, between how nice she was to me, the way she dressed and acted around me, and my less than stellar social life, I’d developed decidedly un-brotherly feelings for my strawberry-blonde sister.

It had always been there, but one night was the tipping point that pushed me past all my rationalizations and reservations. Not long before she went off to college, I came home to find her crying in her room. I went in to check on her, and before I knew it, she had her arms wrapped around me. Holding her that night as she sobbed and told me about her boyfriend cheating on her was the last straw of my denial. I had to admit my feelings for her – at least to myself.

And with those softer emotions came desire.

I stared into my laptop, blinking through folders without any real thought. All I was really trying to do was distract myself from how incredible Patty’s tits looked in the tight fitted sweater she was wearing, and the way errant bangs always wanted to hang over her gorgeous face.

“Nick, are you even paying attention?”

The sound of my mother’s voice snapped me out of my contemplation. “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “I said, we’re almost there. I don’t want you sitting with your face stuck in that laptop the whole time. Christmas is about family, and you’re going to leave that thing in the hotel room.”

“Give him a break, Mom. Geesh.”

“The same goes for you, Patricia.”

“Okay. Okay,” Patty responded and dramatically rolled her eyes.

As if her voice wasn’t enough to give me chills, as soon as Mom turned around, Patty reached over and tapped me on the leg. When I looked in her direction, she turned her iPhone toward me, showing that she had Facebook open. Mom had never looked at our phones, so she had no idea that they could do almost anything that our laptops could.

Patty grinned, her smile making me feel as if I was melting in the seat, and then gave me a wink before looking back down at her phone.

A few minutes later, we pulled into the hotel. Christmas falling on the weekend had encouraged the family to plan a four day extravaganza. Since the planning had started on Christmas the previous year, family members from far and wide had made the necessary arrangements. With no way for Grandma’s house to accommodate us all, only one of my uncles was actually staying at the house, while everyone else took hotel rooms for the long weekend.

When we walked into the lobby, Patty wandered off toward the gift shop while Mom and Dad took care of things at the front desk. It was a nice place – far better than the hotels we’d stayed in over the years on family vacations. Dad had earned a promotion to upper management a couple of years before, and we were reaping the benefits.

The whole place was decorated with clear Christmas lights and wreathes, with a tree that had to be ten feet tall as the centerpiece. The decorations were all modern reproductions of antique styles, and I walked over to check them out while waiting on my parents.

Patty came walking up to me at about the same time as I noticed Dad raising his voice, and Mom putting her hands on her hips in what I knew was her I’m not going to stand for this pose.

She asked, “What’s going on?”

I shrugged. “Don’t know. Looks like they’re pissed.”

“Let’s go find out.”

I followed, noticing that she was carrying a bag from the gift shop. I couldn’t make out most of the things, but I could see that she’d bought a large candy cane because the top of it was sticking out of the bag. Actually, it was one of those thick peppermint rods, and didn’t have a crook like a candy cane despite the stripes. It was hardly surprising, because she was almost addicted to peppermint.

Without the slightest conscious direction, my eyes drifted to the right, to Patty’s heart-shaped butt. The tight jeans she was wearing showed off every curve, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away before she noticed.

“This is ridiculous. I confirmed these reservations again before we left this morning,” I heard Dad grumbling as we approached.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m not sure what happened. What we do have available is an upgrade to what you reserved, and there will be no additional charge.”

“That’s fine, but we were supposed to have three rooms, and those two aren’t even on the same floor,” he grumbled.

“I don’t mind sharing a room with Nick, Dad,” Patty piped up.

Dad turned around as my brain locked up in panic. He shrugged and said, “It’s not as if we have much choice.” He turned back to the counter and said, “We’ll take them.”

Patty took our keycard almost as soon as it landed on the counter, not that my brain was functioning well enough to grab it if I had wanted to. I was looking at the prospect of hiding how I felt about my sister in close proximity for four days, and the thought made my stomach lurch.

“Don’t dally. Put your things in your room, and then meet us right back down here,” Mom warned. “We’re leaving in fifteen minutes. Everyone’s expecting us.”

“Okay, Mom,” we said in near perfect unison.

“C’mon, Nick. We’re on the fifth floor,” Patty said as she grabbed my shirt sleeve and tugged.

I was lost in thought, trying to figure out ways to avoid giving away my dirty secret, and followed her on autopilot into the elevator. The doors closed and we started heading up.

“Want one?”

I looked over to see her holding out a starlight mint. “Nah.”

“Suit yourself,” she said as she unwrapped it. She let out a moan and shivered as soon as she popped it in her mouth.

Holy fuck! My inner voice screamed at me. Did she have any idea how that sounded? How it looked? It was like she was purposely trying to drive me crazy.

The doors opened, and she led the way to our room. She sat down one of her bags, swiped the card, and opened the door.

“Score. Jacuzzi.”

She grabbed her bag again and I saw the tub sitting in the corner on a section of raised tile. It was plainly in view from anywhere in the room except inside the bathroom. If she planned to use it...

Patty walked over to the nearest bed, which was closest to the tub, and dropped her bags on it. She put the bag from the gift shop on the nightstand while I crossed the room and put my stuff down on the other bed. She opened the door on a small fridge.

“Mini bar. Too bad Dad would kill us, huh?”

I shrugged and didn’t say anything.

“You’re such a drag sometimes, baby brother. This room is great. C’mon, we better head back downstairs before Mom sends out a search party.”

At least for a little while, that would give me a buffer between me and my fears, so I didn’t waste any time in heading for the door.

****

I was pretty worn out by the time we got back to the hotel. I stuffed myself on cheese, chips, and snack mix all day in between riding quads and snowball fights. I was ready for bed, knowing that Mom would have us up early the next morning for Christmas Eve.

Barely in the door, I said, “I’m going to get in the shower.”

“Okay,” Patty responded as she walked over to her bags on the bed.

I grabbed clean clothes and hit the shower, feeling a lot better – and even a little more awake – when I got out. If I’d been in my own room as planned, I would have just put on a pair of boxers and goofed around on the internet. As it was, I figured I’d probably end up sleeping fully dressed.

I froze in my tracks as soon as I opened the bathroom door. Patty was sitting in the jacuzzi, an inch or so of cleavage above the roiling surface.

“Sis,” I exclaimed, disturbed by just how much effort it required to turn away toward the door. “What are you doing?”

“Mmm... Relaxing in a jacuzzi. Bring me a towel so I don’t drip on the floor. I still need to wash my hair.”

Heart racing, I walked back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I faced the door to the room when I walked back out, holding the towel at arm’s length.

“What are you doing, you goof?”

I heard water running down her body as she stood up, and felt a surge of blood between my legs. She grabbed not only the towel, but my hand as well. It spun me toward her just enough to see that she was wearing a bikini.

“It’s not like I’m naked. Geesh.”

She may as well have been. The feeling that washed over me was equal parts disappointment and relief. The bottom barely covered anything, and the strapless top strained to keep her tits inside. Soaking wet as it was, I could see a faint outline of her nipples.

I let out a laugh that I hoped didn’t sound as nervous as I thought it did. “I was just messing with you,” I said as I walked toward my bed, turning my back to her.

“Yeah, right.”

I could hear her climb out of the tub and then the sound of the towel as she dried off. I made a point of not looking at her, but I could still see her caressing her body with the towel in my mind’s eye. Finally, she walked into the bathroom.

I turned around to see that one of her suitcases was open, with several pairs of panties and bras on the lid. Like a moth to a flame, I slid off my bed and toward hers.

The undergarments were more or less plain – functional – and not all that racy. The panties varied in color, though the bras were mostly in white or skin tones, with only a pink one for variety. It wasn’t the way they looked, but rather the thought that they had been next to my sister’s skin that attracted me. I picked up the pink one, the frilliest of the bunch.

The tag said 34C, which sort of surprised me. I thought they looked bigger than that. I ran my fingers over the outside of the cup, then picked up another. It was heavier, and the cups seemed more padded, but the tag said it was the same size.

“Hey, Nick.”

I dropped the bra and stepped backward so quickly that I nearly fell on my bed when she opened the door and called to me. I cringed when my voice cracked a little as I answered, “What?”

“I’m such a dumbass. I forgot to grab my clothes. Everything is folded up in those white shorts on the bed. Bring them to me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

I picked up the bundle and carried it over to the bathroom door, where Patty was peeking out a crack in the door. She opened it just a little wider when I reached her and stuck out a hand. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

As she pulled the clothes through the narrow opening, the door slipped just a little wider. It probably wasn’t even an inch, but it was enough. The bathroom had a huge mirror on the wall over the sink, and my eyes homed in on the reflection of my sister’s naked ass.

In one glorious second, I drank in the sight and burned it into my memory forever. It was everything I’d imagined, seeing her in tight clothes and shorts over the years. A perfect heart, leading down to gorgeous legs, the skin smooth and unblemished. No artist could have painted a picture more beautiful.

The door closed and I shut my eyes, still seeing her. I was rock hard, and it had happened so fast that I was surprised not to have heard a cartoon boing. It’s a good thing she didn’t decide to open the door again for some reason, because I stood there until the sound of the shower coming on snapped me out of my daydream.

I had to give my dick a squeeze as I stepped back from the door. It was throbbing like mad. I almost grabbed a handful of tissue and jerked off right then and there. There was just enough fear of her coming out and catching me to make me sit down on the bed and grab my phone instead. I needed a serious distraction before she came out and saw her brother with a raging hardon.

Angry Birds for the win.

That worked right up until she walked out of the bathroom. Damn. I knew the bundle of clothes hadn’t been very thick, but it didn’t prepare me for seeing her.

The white shorts showed off long expanses of bare leg. Above that, a loose pink top left her belly button bare. Only a blind man couldn’t have noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, with her nipples tenting the cloth the way they were. The neckline dipped low enough to show off almost as much cleavage as her bikini had, and the spaghetti straps didn’t really cover anything. Her hair was damp, and looked just a little more red than usual.

I took it all in with the briefest of glances, and got one of those brilliant smiles as a bonus. She cleared her suitcases off the bed, bending over a couple of times, and I could almost superimpose the memory of her naked butt in place of the shorts. I was clicking through some website on my phone, but I don’t think I even knew what it was at the time, let alone now.

Patty plugged in her phone and an alarm clock, giving me another thrilling show in my peripheral vision as she stretched.

“I’m going to bed. I can probably sleep with the light on, if you’re staying up.”

Already sitting with one knee bent to hide my erection, I welcomed the darkness that would hide it. The burst of energy that had hit me when I took a shower had worn off as well. I turned my phone off and grabbed my charger. “Nah. I’m tired.”

“Okay.” She went over and turned off the overhead light, leaving only a lamp on near the bed. Once she was in bed, she reached for the lamp and said, “Night.”

“Night.”

The lamp went out, and I finally felt safe enough to take my shirt off before I pulled the covers over me.

****

I fell asleep, right enough, but it didn’t last long. I had some sort of weird dream that I couldn’t remember when I woke up, and the strangeness of the room was enough to snap me almost fully awake. I was facing the other bed with the crook of my arm resting on my forehead. When I opened my eyes, I could see the other bed bathed in the red glow of the alarm clock display. It wasn’t all that bright, but it was more than enough in the pitch black room.

I could see Patty with her eyes closed. The comforter was pulled down to about her belly button. Her hand slipped out from beneath the covers, and to my amazement, she squeezed her tit and took a deep breath. Then, a flash of movement caught my eye, and I could see the comforter shifting.

It was right between her legs.

She squeezed her other breast, and then stroked her fingers over both of them, drawing circles over her nipple. The comforter moved a little faster, and I knew without a doubt that my sister was playing with herself not four feet away.

Remaining perfectly still, I prayed that the shadows and my arm in front of my face would keep her from noticing that my eyes were open.

She traced her nipples with a fingertip a couple more times, and then gave one a pinch. Her back arched, and she sucked in a deep breath. Her hand slipped under her shirt, and after a few caresses, she pulled the cloth up, freeing her tits.

Hard as a steel bar, I watched her teasing her bare breasts for a couple of minutes. She stopped, and I thought the show was over. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Patty slid both hands beneath the covers and lifted her butt. She was pulling down her shorts, and probably her panties. A second later her mouth drifted open, and the covers moved faster. In the silence, I could hear the soft sound of her fingers sliding over her pussy lips.

She started to writhe on the bed a little, and the covers slipped tantalizingly lower. Suppressed whimpers bubbled from her lips, and I wanted desperately to wrap my hand around my cock. It felt as if it was going to burst straight through my pants. I knew that to move a muscle was to end the wondrous vision across from me, though.

A gasp escaped her – the loudest sound she’d made so far. She kicked off the covers, confirming that she had pulled her shorts down. I couldn’t really see her pussy, but I could definitely see her hand between her legs, moving back and forth at a rapid pace.

After a blissful minute or so, she stopped, and her head turned toward me. I held my breath for a second, afraid of even that much movement, and then forced myself to breathe slowly, pretending to be asleep. She reached up onto the nightstand and grabbed her candy cane.

She peeled the wrapping off, seemingly unconcerned with the sound it made. My heart beat loud and fast in my ears as she rolled onto her back again and spread her legs.

Before my amazed eyes, my sexy sister filled her pussy full of peppermint.

She pumped it in and out at a rapid pace, the fingers of her other hand above, rubbing her clit. She squirmed on the bed, her breathing loud and fast, broken by gasps and pants. Those sounds grew steadily closer together until she whimpered, her back arching up from the covers and her hands freezing in place.

She rubbed her clit a few more times, once her back settled on the mattress, gasping each time, and then went limp with a soft moan. My naked sister lay with her legs spread wide, quivering as the aftershocks of her orgasm played out.

Eventually, she put the candy cane on the nightstand again, and snuggled up in the covers. I don’t know how long it was – it felt like an eternity – but I waited until I thought she was asleep and then slipped out of bed. I tiptoed to the bathroom, where I furiously jerked off into the toilet, replaying the mental movie of what I’d just seen.

I made it back to the bed on weak knees, and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

****

I have no idea how I made casual conversation when the alarm went off the next morning. I couldn’t even look at her without seeing her naked, jamming a candy cane into her pussy and coming. Fear of discovery was probably the only thing that got me through it. When she went to the bathroom right before we left to go meet our parents, I looked over at the candy cane to see that the red stripes were almost completely gone for over half its length.

I couldn’t get it out of my mind all day. I made the excuse that I hadn’t slept very well, and everyone seemed to accept it as I tried to get through Christmas Eve festivities. My cousins appropriated Patty for a lot of the day for girl things, so that helped a little. Still, every time I did see her, I was popping wood.

We made it back to the room that evening with an admonition from my mother not to stay up so late. Once inside, Patty said, “You can have the shower first again. I’m not wasting the jacuzzi, so don’t freak out.” She laughed, and stepped into the bathroom to grab her bikini from where she’d hung it to dry on a towel rack.

I was rock hard through the whole shower. The temptation to jerk off was incredible, but I was worried about her hearing me. It wasn’t going down in the slightest when I got dressed either. I held my dirty clothes in front of it as I opened the bathroom door. As promised, Patty was in the jacuzzi.

“Towel,” she reminded me.

I nodded and grabbed one to take to her. She stood up as I approached with it, and the sight of her with water running down her barely covered body didn’t help the throbbing stiffness in my pants one little bit.

I sat down on my bed as Patty climbed out of the tub. She started drying off and said, “I can’t wait to see what Mom and Dad got us this year. They really splurged last Christmas.”

More than a little excited about that myself, as Dad’s raise had proven lucrative for both the previous Christmas and birthdays, I nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

“I’m not even recovered from Thanksgiving, and now I’m going to have to work out even more to get rid of all the fat from Christmas.”

“Fat?” I laughed. I could see damn near every inch of her, and had seen even more the evening before. “You’re imagining things.”

She grinned, making my heart leap. “You’re sweet.”

I opened my mouth to banter some more, but she stopped me cold. She whipped the towel over her head and started drying her hair. Her tits were bouncing all over the place. My eyes followed every little jiggle, while my mouth hung open. I barely snapped it shut when she pulled the towel off her head and shook out her strawberry-blonde locks.

Patty walked over to the bed and grabbed clothes she’d laid out, while I tried not to stare and drool. She headed for the bathroom, and my eyes locked on her bikini-clad butt cheeks swaying back and forth – rising and falling with her steps.

Expecting her to get in the shower, I was surprised when I never heard the water kick on. Then she came out only a couple of minutes later. I’d flipped on the television, but I glanced over when the bathroom door opened, and my breath caught in my chest. She was wearing a nightshirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and her nipples were poking at the cotton.

I pretended to watch television, even though she was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her hair and making her tits jiggle again. When she put down the brush, I could feel her eyes on me for a moment. I heard her blow a little puff of air out her nose, and saw movement in my peripheral vision. I glanced at her, and my eyes widened beyond any ability to control.

Patty was licking the candy cane she’d stuffed in her pussy the night before.

A crooked grin on her face, she tilted the candy toward me and asked, “You want a lick?”

Fuck yes! Somehow, my mouth formed a far different word than the ones echoing in my mind. “Nah.”

She gave the peppermint stick one last lick and said, “Suit yourself.”

I turned off the television, positive that my heart was going to leap out of my chest and I was going to explode in my pants if I looked at her any longer. “Think I’m going to crash.”

Patty shrugged and put her candy cane down on the nightstand. “Sweet dreams,” she said as she pulled back her covers.

I got the overhead light this time, and she turned off the lamp as soon as I was in bed. Feeling overheated already, I pulled off my shirt. I had at least been smart enough to put on a pair of sweats this time, so my dick wasn’t straining against a zipper. I knew that I wasn’t going to get to sleep any time soon.

I lay down, wondering if I shouldn’t just go to the bathroom and let off the pressure. It might help put me to sleep, but I was worried about Patty realizing what I was doing. After a while of staring at the inside of my eyelids, I glanced toward her bed.

My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so I could see her bathed in the red light of the alarm clock. She rolled over to face away from me at almost the exact moment I opened my eyes. I couldn’t help but remember the last time I’d looked at her in that crimson glow, and it set me to throbbing again.

She seemed a little restless, wriggling beneath the covers. After a little while, she pushed back the comforter. Her nightshirt had ridden up as she moved, and I could see the small of her back. There was something just so hot and sexy about that little bit of skin, hinting at what I couldn’t see. Masked by the cover of darkness, I could take it all in and enjoy it.

Even though I was still hard as a rock, I drifted off a little as I stared at my sister’s back bathed in the red light across the way. At some point when my eyes closed for a second... A minute? I’m not sure. Anyway, when my eyes focused on her again, the comforter had slipped even lower, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties.

The red glow on her butt turned it the color of the heart it resembled. My eyes roved slowly over every curve, fixing it in my memory. I reached down and grabbed my cock, squeezing it before the silent screams for attention drove me crazy.

I didn’t have long to enjoy it, because Patty started to roll over, and I snapped my eyes shut. I slowed my breathing, counting out an agonizing minute before opening my eyes a slit. She was facing me, and neither the comforter nor her shirt had moved.

There was a tiny little tuft of hair above her pussy – an arrow pointing at the smooth shaven treasure below. I risked a glance up at her face to see that her eyes were closed, and then looked back down. I couldn’t see more than a short, narrow valley below that tuft at first, because of the shadows and the way her legs were pressed together. She moved, and I once again shut my eyes tight.

When I opened my eyes, as if in response to my silent wish, she’d bent her far knee, resting her foot on the mattress. I squeezed my cock and stroked my thumb over the head as I beheld my sister’s pussy for the first time between her parted legs. The shadows and the red tint of the light didn’t provide a perfect view, but it was more than enough for me.

From between her somewhat puffy outer lips, thin petals peeked out. I imagined that they were probably pale pink because of the difference in color I could see. It had worked to get me a better look, so I wished that she would touch herself again. I knew it would be pure torture, but I wanted it anyway. I was staring so intently that I didn’t close my eyes as quickly when she moved again.

A soft call reached me from across the room. “Nick.”

My heart pounded as I tried not to panic. Breathe slowly. In. Out. In. Out. Don’t move a muscle.

Patty’s bed creaked a little, and I could hear her sliding across the sheet. I kept up the carefully measured breathing, fighting the urge to peek and trying to ignore the throbbing of my dick, which my hand was still wrapped around.

“Nick. Nick, I know you’re awake.”

Fuck! Don’t move. It’s dark on this side of the room. She couldn’t have seen anything clearly.

It wasn’t dark for long. My racing heart nearly stopped when the lamp blinked on. I took advantage of what I assumed would be my natural reaction to groan and cover my eyes. It also gave me an opportunity to pull my hand away from the compromising position between my legs.

“God, you’re stubborn.” A second later, she sat down next to me on the bed. “Nick, look at me.”

In what was becoming a common rush of warring emotions, I was both relieved and disappointed to see that her nightshirt covered her again – if only barely.

“Sis, what are...”

Patty shook her head and cut me off with a finger pressed against my lips. Before my brain could begin to process anything more, she leaned in and her lips replaced the finger.

Though soft and brief, that first kiss overwhelmed my senses. I could smell the fruity shampoo she used, along with the scent of her perfume and peppermint. I could taste the peppermint on her lips. My whole body broke out into goose bumps. Her quiet moan was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

“Please stop avoiding me, Nick. You’re breaking my heart,” she whispered with her lips still only centimeters away from mine. Then she kissed me again – harder this time. Her tongue slipped out to tickle my lips.

I kissed back, reaching up to cup her cheek in my hand. Her moan this time was louder, and I felt her shiver. She giggled when our lips parted.

“Whew. I was beginning to think I was imagining things. You are so oblivious. I’ve been dropping hints for so long, and I was getting desperate.”

“Really?”

“Mmm hmm.” Another kiss. “Did you really think I didn’t notice you looking at me? That I didn’t think you might see me last night? You were watching, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Mmm!” Her tongue slipped between my lips as she kissed me.

Our hands started roaming, though I was still nervous and avoiding all the places I really wanted to touch. That changed when I slid my hand down to the small of her back and she pushed it lower. I groaned as I squeezed my sister’s bottom.

She pulled away from the hungry kiss with a gasp, bit her lower lip, and held up a finger. Then, she climbed over my legs and out of the bed. My mouth dropped open as she pulled the nightshirt over her head and I beheld her butt close up in full light for the first time. She grabbed her candy cane from the nightstand and turned around, giving the candy a lick.

Her nipples were pink gumdrops in the center of a darker circle. Tear-drop breasts quivering with her steps, she walked back over to my bed, grinning as I looked her up and down, reveling in every smooth curve and movement.

She climbed onto the foot of the bed, where she reclined and parted her legs wide. My guess about the color of her pale pink folds was dead on, and I could even see a glint of moisture between them. I kicked the covers off my legs.

Patty parted her pussy lips wide and took aim with the candy cane, looking up at me and smiling all the while. I sucked in a deep breath as the rod slid inside her and she moaned. She stroked it slowly in and out as I watched in aroused fascination.

She buried it a little deeper, until her fingers pressed against her. “Now do you want a lick?”

I pulled my knees under me and leaned forward into the V of her legs. The hot, musky scent of her arousal mingling with mint was intoxicating. It made me light headed as I fumbled to find a good angle around Patty’s hand pumping the peppermint rod into her. She laid one bent leg down flat on the bed, tugging on my shoulder to guide me that way. As soon as I lay down over her leg, I knew I could reach her.

I didn’t waste another moment before diving into my sister’s peppermint pussy.

“Oh, Nick,” she breathed as my tongue washed over her clit.

It was pretty much impossible not to lick the candy cane as well as her pussy, so I didn’t even bother to try. The peppermint rod was coated in her juices anyway. In my limited experience, I’d always had to work a little to see a girl’s clit, but my sister was different. Hers was big, swollen, sticking out from beneath the hood, and begging for attention. I could feel it twitch under my tongue every time I lapped it. She whimpered and moaned, stroking the candy cane into her a little faster.

Drunk on her minty juices, I licked my sister’s pussy like a starving man. The way she wriggled and twitched constantly encouraged me to even greater efforts. Her sounds of pleasure grew louder – though not alarmingly so – and I felt a swell of pride from knowing how good I was making her feel.

The candy cane dived deeper – faster. I could hear the wet sounds of it sliding in and out, and her hand slapping against her skin. When I looked up for a second, she was squeezing her right breast and her head was leaned back. She let out a yelp when I returned to my treat with a long, hard stroke of my tongue.

“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop!”

As if.

I lapped directly over her clit – hard and fast. Her hand bumped into my cheek and chin every once in a while as she pounded the candy cane home.

“Oh! Oh! Oh yeah!” She sucked in a breath, making a high-pitched mixture of a squeak and a squeal. She let the breath out in a long, tight-throated cry that started with, “Ohh,” but changed into something that I think was several words all bunched up on top of each other, and completely inarticulate.

Patty let out a squeal, buried the candy cane inside her, and lurched beneath me as she came.

The weight of my body on her leg prevented her bucking hips from pushing me away, though I could feel every powerful contraction of her muscles trying to snap her legs together. She whimpered and groaned, erratically pumping the candy cane while I continued to lick her clit. Her other hand was curled into a claw, trembling as it scratched at the bedclothes.

Long before I was ready, she pushed me away from her sweet pussy and squeaked, “Too much. Wait.”

I had barely shifted my weight when she pulled her leg out from under me and clenched her legs around her hand, still holding the candy cane deep inside her. I watched, squeezing my aching dick through my sweats as she quivered and moaned through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Once she settled down and her eyes fluttered open, Patty chuckled and beckoned me with a crooked finger. As I moved closer, she let me know what she wanted by puckering her lips. I had no problem with that.

Our lips actually stuck together for a fraction of a second when I pulled away due to the mixture of her juices and peppermint that coated them. We both chuckled at that before she pulled me back to her lips again. Just before they touched, she whispered, “I taste good on your lips.”

Man, that made me throb.

Patty finally slipped the candy cane from inside her after that kiss, revealing that it was much smaller and the stripes were completely gone below where she’d held it in her hand. She shuddered as it slipped free of her embrace.

My excitement must have shown as she brought it toward her lips. It was still glistening in the light with her juices, and she lapped one side of it with a broad stroke of her tongue, moaning all the while. I was transfixed as she first licked, then sucked the candy cane – so much so that I didn’t notice her other hand moving until it settled in my lap.

Her eyes widened as she closed her hand around my erection and I grunted. She pulled the candy cane from between her lips and said, “I thought you were supposed to be my little brother?”

I must have turned bright red, because she giggled and said, “You’re so cute.” She sat up and said, “Lie down.”

While I was moving toward the pillow, she quickly put what was left of the candy cane on my nightstand. My heart beat fast as she ran her fingertips down my chest, ending by tracing the top of my sweats from one hip to the other. Then she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic and pulled until my cock popped free.

“Mmm, it’s bigger than I thought.”

Of course that made me smile.

Patty continued to tug at my sweats until she pulled them off. Once she dropped them over the edge of the bed, she grabbed my ankles and pushed until I bent my knees. She moved forward as she pushed, getting ever closer, until she darted in without warning.

I gasped as my sister’s tongue wiggled its way up my shaft. She moved it back and forth, slowly heading toward the tip, and looking up into my eyes the whole time. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue over it, and then wrapped her fingers around the root, standing me up.

The grin on her face as she kissed the head and a drop of pre-cum welled up was deliciously mischievous.

I groaned and my eyes pinched shut when her lips wrapped around the head a moment later. Her tongue tickled the slit, gathering up the clear droplet, and she moaned around me. I could feel just a hint of warm mint sensation from where she’d sucked her candy cane clean. I forced my eyes back open to watch her give me head. She sucked and tongued me, the feeling of the ridge popping in and out of her lips making me grunt.

“Feel good?” she asked, her eyes telling me that she already knew the answer.

“Oh yeah.”

She chuckled and took me back in. This time, she didn’t stop at the head. I watched in aroused fascination as my cock vanished in her mouth, all the way down to her hand. When her lips slid back to the tip again, my shaft was glistening with her saliva in the lamplight.

Her head bobbed up and down, hair bouncing as she sucked my dick like nothing I’d ever felt before. She sucked in her cheeks concave, and her tongue undulated against my shaft. Her hand worked in twisting motions, adding to the sensation. Her other hand crept between my legs and cupped my balls.

“Fuck, Sis,” I groaned.

Patty’s lips slid back up my shaft with agonizing slowness until she released the head with a wet pop. “Good idea.”

She crawled over me, bending down to let her stiff nipples drag across my chest. Then she rose up on one hand and reached between our bodies. Knowing what she was planning to do, a throb of my cock bounced it right up into her hand.

A moan escaped her as she rubbed my cockhead over her folds. Wet, just a little sticky, and having far more of the warm mint sensation than her mouth, it felt incredible. It was nothing compared to when her hips moved backward, engulfing me in my sister’s tight, hot pussy.

Patty sat up over my hips and gave a wiggle of hers. “Mmm, that feels so good. It’s so hard.”

“Ah, you’re tight.”

She grinned and squeezed her intimate muscles, making me gasp and sit up a little. After a giggle at my expression, she moaned and started rocking her hips back and forth. One hand remained braced on her knee while she reached up with the other to squeeze her tits.

Incredibly turned on by the sight – never mind how good she felt – I said, “Yeah. Do it.”

Her hips moved a little faster, tugging at the root. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She let out a growl, switching to a swiveling motion with her hips. “I got myself off so many times imagining this. I’ve been going crazy not seeing you.”

“Me too,” I had to admit.

“Not seeing me, or getting yourself off?”

My ears burned, but I answered, “Both.”

“You’re going to have to do that for me some time. But not now.”

With that she reached between her legs to rub her clit and really started to grind on my cock. Her lips parted, letting out a steady stream of soft sounds. Her perfect breasts quivered. I was in heaven, but I didn’t feel a sense of urgency. Every so often, her walls would caress me with a brief stroke, but mostly, she stirred her depths with my cock at an ever-increasing pace.

“Not hurting you?” she gasped out in a high-pitched voice after a blissful minute or so.

I shook my head. “Love it.”

“Tell me if I do. Don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

“Then don’t.” The thought of her getting off on my cock made me swell inside her.

“Ooo! I like that!”

I purposely contracted my muscles, making it twitch again.

“Mmm hmm!” Her hips moved farther back and forth, and her fingers moved faster on her clit. She panted, her head sometimes drooping forward to let her hair hang in front of her face in the most eye-catching way.

Nowhere near coming myself, I could enjoy the entire sexy scene of my sister impaled on my cock, riding it for all she was worth. Her juices dripped down my balls, and she was rubbing her clit so hard that I could feel the vibrations through her pussy walls.

“Oh! Oh god, I’m gonna come!”

“Yeah, do it,” I said in a rush as I watched her face flush red.

“Oh yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! Yes!”

She suddenly froze in place, her mouth dropping wide open. She remained that way for a few seconds, her walls contracted tight around me and her jaw trembling. Then she let out a yelp and dropped forward onto one hand.

“Are you coming?”

“Oh god yes!” she squealed, her body lurching back and forth atop me.

I gave a few pumps of my hips, every one making her yelp, squeal, or gasp. She looked like she was possessed, the way she wriggled and quaked. I reached up to grab her breasts, squeezing them while I kept humping up into her clenching pussy.

Patty sucked in a ragged gasp and fell forward. I could hear the wet slurp as my cock popped out of her, and the slap of it hitting my body. Her tits tight against my chest, she forced her arms beneath my back and squeezed me, shaking and panting for air.

I freed my hands and wrapped my arms around her. It felt just as good as her riding my cock. I kissed the top of her head, stroking her soft skin as she spiraled down from her orgasm.

“Oh, Nick. That was so good,” she said in a languid whisper after a while, the sound further muted because her lips were almost touching my chest.

“Uh huh.”

She moaned, snuggling against me. “I love the way you hold me. Do you remember the first time? When Randy cheated on me?”

How could I forget? “Yeah.”

“I wanted to kiss you so bad it hurt that night, but I was afraid. Afraid of what I was feeling – of what you would think.”

“Me too.”

Another quiver rippled through her body. “I’ve never come that hard. I’m still shaking.”

I couldn’t resist letting my hand slip down to her butt.

She let out a sharp moan and asked, “Did you?”

“No.”

She kissed my chest. “I want you to.”

I let my hands slide down her side as she pushed up on trembling arms. She moved forward enough to kiss me – softly at first, but turning hungry after the first sweet touch of our lips.

“I want it. Give it to me,” she whispered, her lips still touching mine. Then she lifted a knee and crossed it over my body.

I moved as she did, letting her lie down on the bed. She bent her knees, parted them wide, and pleaded, “Give it to me, Nick,” as I scooted in between her legs.

I sank balls deep into my sister’s pussy with one quick push and a groan. The peppermint mixed juices made my balls stick to her for a second when I pulled back to thrust again.

“Uhng!” She grunted as my cock pounded home. “Your cock feels so good.”

“Ah, I love your pussy.”

“Fill it up. I want your cum,” she said as two fingers went to work on her clit.

I held on tight to her thighs, driving my cock home hard and fast. I’d waited too long, and I couldn’t hold back. Her breasts bounced from the power of my thrusts, and claps sounded every time our bodies came together.

“Harder. Faster. Fuck me.”

I growled, turned on even more by her dirty talk. My hot sister was begging for my cock – begging for my cum. I felt the itch building in the head of my cock.

Patty’s fingers blurred over her clit as the shockwaves from my thrusts rippled through her body. Her face flushed again, and this time, the color went deeper, moving down to her neck and chest. Her whimpers and yelps grew louder, but I was beyond the point of worrying about who might hear us.

“Don’t stop. Like that. Gonna... Gonna make me come again!”

I could see it in the tightening of her expression and feel it in the squeeze of her pussy. She really was getting close, but so was I. I clenched my teeth, grunting with every thrust as I held back the urge to come with every ounce of willpower I had. I wanted her to come again before I unloaded year’s worth of pent-up cum inside her.

“S-so close,” she whimpered, sounding almost in tears. “Oh please.”

I was losing the battle. The whole length of my shaft was tingling. “Gonna come.”

“G-g-give it t-to m-m-me!” she cried out, and the last word turned into a scream. She curled up, her head lifting from the pillow and her fingers pressed hard into her clit. Her walls clamped down on my cock like a satiny vise, and I was done.

With a grunting growl, I buried my cock inside her and blasted jet after jet of hot cum deep into my sister’s pussy.

“Uh huh! Yeah, Nick,” she cried out, and then yelped, both of her hands slapping to the mattress to claw at the bedclothes.

My chin dropped to my chest after the last fitful spurt pooled in her depths. She kept rhythmically contracting around me, making me growl from the squeeze on my sensitive cock. Patty tugged on my hand, and with tremendous effort, I fell forward to kiss her. Her rapidly rising and falling breasts tickled my chest as we both panted for breath after the kiss.

She hooked her feet behind my back, and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me inside her.

The thought popped in my head, and almost as quickly tumbled from my lips. “Didn’t think I was going to stop.”

“Mmm, I know. I could feel it. That’s the first time I’ve ever actually felt a squirt. You came hard. So did I.”

“So good.”

“Mmm hmm.”

My weak arms felt as if they would collapse any moment. “I need to move.”

She let out a sad moan, but nodded her head.

After a few deep breaths, I pulled free and collapsed face first onto the bed. I heard her giggle, and then she snuggled up with me, but not for long.

“I think I’d better go tinkle. You really filled me up.”

“‘K,” I mumbled.

I’d dozed off into a post-come coma by the time she returned. A little cajoling encouraged me to move so she could push the comforter off the bed, since it had a rather large wet, sticky spot. I sat up next to her and accepted a glass of water she’d brought for me.

“It’s after midnight,” she said once I put down the glass. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” I agreed, and then we kissed.

“Best Christmas present ever,” she said, and then reached down to run a finger over my softened cock.

To both of our amazement, it twitched and started to swell.

“And it’s the gift that keeps giving,” she said in a sultry whisper before bending down into my lap.

It was anything but a Silent Night, with many more to come.