Chapter 8

Dylan

We are sitting on the couch. Both of us are awake. Crystal looks over and stares at me. Her eyes are full of concern. She shouldn't feel like she has to worry. I take her hand in mine and squeeze it. I am not nearly as worried as she is. Maybe it’s because I know my dad, and I don't think he will be that opposite, maybe slightly confused but not opposite. Martha is a different story though, and it is hard for me to say how she will react. But I think across the board these two should be the most understanding. I mean, they are attracted to each other, so it is kind of like the same thing. It's just that they got married before we did. It would be funny if the situation were reversed. Part of me wished it was.

"Is this bad?" she asks me. "Like are we making a serious mistake, Dylan. Maybe we shouldn't say anything and just keep it a secret. I mean you're never home and it's not like they need to know."

I smile and press my hand on her thigh over her gray sweatpants. I suddenly have the urge to tear them off and fuck her hard. That always seems to calm her down after.

"Crystal," I begin to calm her down. "I promise you that it will be alright. We have each other. Nothing will go wrong. Okay, because at the end of this we will have each other. And that's all that matters; it's our parents for Christ sake.".

She half smiles and chews on her cheek.

"I don't know, Dylan."

I tuck a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her focus is on the pile of presents that are sitting underneath the Christmas tree. I can't wait to give her mine. Her fingers move restlessly, and she gnaws on her lip. This is the Crystal I love the most. It's the one whose mind is working a million miles per minute. She is such an intelligent, beautiful being, and I get to have her - all of her. My mind flickers to last night and my cock disappearing into her tight little asshole. Fuck, I came so hard last night. She glances at me.

"Hey. Take a breath," I say. She does slowly. I lean in and kiss her cheek and then her neck.

"Don't get me going right now," she hisses.

"Why not?" I ask innocently. My hand reaches up and pulls on her bra. She slaps it away.

"It's time to be serious."

"Okay - and I seriously want you right now."

"Dylan!"

I pull away. I get the memo and lean back.

"I'm sorry." Tears start to build up in the corner of her eyes. Her bottom lip begins to tremble.

"Hey - hey," I start, wrapping my arms around her. "It'll be okay."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I am so sorry, Dylan."

I press lips onto her forehead, and hold her for a long moment, until her tears stop coming out of her eyes. "I'll break the news to mom and dad," I whisper. She looks up at me from my chest, where she was hiding.

"You will?"

"Yes. Of course, I will. You don't worry. I'll explain it to them. I love you." She takes a deep breath to regain her composure and slides back onto the couch. We wait for a moment. I try to take her attention of the impending conversation.

"How's your uh -" My eyes look down at her rear end and wind back up at her. She laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh my god. Are you seriously asking me that?"

"What?" I laugh. "I am worried I broke it."

"I'm fine!"

"Good. Want to make sure I can use it again."

She slaps my chest lightly and rolls her eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"

I wiggle my eyebrows comically.

"I can think of a few things." I pat my cock. She finds this funny.

"Well - this is a surprise! We were not expecting you two to be awake, this early." George shouts behind us. Crystal almost jumps. I rest my hand on her arm.

"Merry Christmas, Dad, Martha!" I shout.

"Merry Christmas," Martha murmurs shuffling past us in her robe and sliding into her chair. She holds her hand on her forehead and takes a sip of water.

"Had a good time last night?" Crystal asks her mom. Martha rolls her eyes.

"Maybe a little too much fun."

"That's the holiday spirit," I laugh. George walks into the kitchen and begins to make some coffee. The warm smell of fresh beans being crushed enters my nose. Snow begins to drift to the ground outside. Crystal keeps her gaze on me.

"Anyone wants coffee?" my dad asks loudly.

"Me," I say.

"Same," Crystal shouts out.

"Martha? How about you, honey."

"No thank you. Water is all I need."

George reappears handing us our mugs. The smell of peppermint creamer fills our noses, and I take a long sip. George takes his place next to Martha. He picks up the remote on the table, clicks the radio button, and begins to play holiday music. It fills the room softly.

"So what were you two doing up so early? You weren't that excited to open your presents were you?" Martha asks, taking a long drink of water.

Crystal looks at me, and I smile.

"Well, actually. We wanted to tell you guys something."

"What? That you two are in love?" George asks bluntly. My stomach drops slightly. Crystal and I look at one another then back to our parents stunned. For a moment, we both are speechless, but then Crystal clears her throat.

"How did you know?" she asks, almost stammering as the words come out of her mouth.

"Um - you mean how did we not know?" Martha laughs, rolling her neck. She looks at my dad and smiles. "We saw it unfold."

"Saw what?" Crystal is baffled.

"The looks mostly," Martha says, rubbing her forehead. "Specially at dinner. You two would just stare at one another. George and I felt like we had to force words out of your mouths."

"And then you wanted to drive her back; then you came home early for Christmas. When have you been home for Christmas?" George asks me, raising his eyebrows. I shrug.

"We figured we would just wait it out. See if our suspicions were true. We trust both of you and knew if it were anything real you would come to us. And look! We were right; here we are." Martha ends with one long sip of water. They are so calm about it all. I am truly baffled. I thought we hid everything so well, and that we were careful about every move.

"So you aren't mad?" Crystal asks.

"Mad?" my dad almost laughs. "Why would we be mad?"

"Cause we-we are step-siblings," Crystal points to herself and then at me. Like she is trying to remind her parents of the situation and who their children are.

"Okay, not real siblings. And you two didn't grow up together."

Crystal and I look at one another and smile. I feel somewhat silly for hiding our feelings for so long, but overall am just glad everything has gone better than I thought it would.

"Well, that's great," I say smiling. "We are really happy together. Truly."

Crystal smiles and nuzzles into my shoulder.

"We're happy for you two," George smiles. "You both deserve someone wonderful, and I can't think of a better match."

"Enough of this serious talk though," Martha stands up. "It is Christmas, and I want to open some presents!" She walks over to the tree and starts to pass out the gifts. It feels as though a weight has been lifted off us both. We open the piles of presents. I wait until the last gift to give Crystal the diamond necklace I bought her. She almost starts to cry; she loves it so much. Tears spread down her cheeks.

"Don't cry," I laugh, as I hook the clasp around her neck. "This is just the beginning."

"I'm just so happy," she says, throwing her arms around me. I lean close to her ear so that our parents have no chance of hearing me.

"Oh, believe me, baby. I'm going to make you very happy tonight."

She pulls away and smiles.

Late at night, when we have returned back from my grandmother's and our parents have gone to bed, Crystal and I sit at the fireplace. The warm heat washes over us as we sit on the floor, still surrounded by the Christmas carnage of opening presents. I look over at her sleepy eyes. Her new necklace sparkles around her thin, delicate neck. I want my cock to slide down her throat. I reach out an arm and grab her wrist, yanking her over my lap.

"What are you doing?" she asks, trying to squirm out from under my grasp. I love it when she tries to escape.

"Santa heard you have been a naughty little girl this Christmas," I say in a deep voice.

"Oh my gosh," she laughs.

"He heard that you have been fucking your step brother. That's not what nice little girls do. He asked me to make sure you get the punishment you deserve. Santa does not like naughty girls."

"Tell Santa I'm not sorry, and that I like fucking my brother."

I shake my head and tease her with my tongue.

"You really are a ho ho ho."

She laughs, but I yank her pants down. Her juicy ass sticks out, and I pull up on her red lacy thong. She winces, and then I spank her hard on her ass. It bounces under my hand.

"Ah," she breathes out. I spank her again.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" I ask. My hand rubs her cheeks now, massaging where they are growing red and puffy.

"What happens if I say no," she whispers. Smack. My hand falls back on her bare ass. She closes her eyes and clenches her jaw.

"I don't think you will like what happens then," I say. My cock is hard as a rock and pushes against my jeans filling with blood.

"Fuck, no," she says drawing each word out between her teeth.

"That's too bad," I say, shaking my head. My fingers slide into her sticky drenched pussy. My fingers move in a come-hither motion inside of her. She starts to squirm under my grip. "No, no. You have to take it."

I pump my fingers harder inside of her slit. My thumb pushes on her erect clit, just the way she likes it. Her breathing becomes fast and heavy. She is trying her best not to come. "Good girls shouldn't like being touched by their brother," I say into her ear. My fingers dig faster. She arches her back, yearning for more. My hard cock pushes against her tight stomach. As soon as she is about to orgasm, I pull my hand away.

"No! No! Please, fuck. Don't stop, Dylan. Please," she whines, lifting her ass up and shaking her pussy in my face. My neck bends down, and I lick. She moans in the relief I am offering, but I pull my neck away.

"Naughty girls don't get to cum," I say, petting her ass and back gently.

"What do naughty girls get then?" she asks. I flip her around, so she is lying flat on her back. In one motion, I unzip my pants and pull out my throbbing member. She looks at it hungrily. Her tongue runs across her lips. I roll on top of her, so my cock rests above her mouth, and I push it in the past her pouty lips. I thrust fast and hard as I fuck her mouth. A moan escapes my throat. I bury my cock deep into her throat, making her take it all. I feel her hand reaching for her clit, but I grab her arms and hold them above her head. I pump deeper into her orally. She almost chokes, but she can handle it.

"You're doing a good job, Crystal. Santa may forgive you." She whimpers in response, through a mouthful of my cock. "Would you like that?" I ask. She nods. Her tongue bobs up and down along my cock. I pull my dick out, but she lifts her head. Her mouth finds one of my balls, and she begins to suck. An intense tingling hits me, and when she moans, the vibrations spread through my body. "That's - uh- a good - ah- girl," I whisper in between moans. She attacks my cock more ferociously now. Sucking harder. Her tongue twists around my sensitive sac. Her mouth is warm and humid. She reaches out and starts to jerk off my twitching member. I almost can't take it anymore. I buck my cock back into her mouth. Her poor, hungry pussy lifts up and down in search for some form of relief. I give one last hard thrust in the mouth and then pull my cock out. I roll next to her and push her onto her side. She lifts her leg instantly, and I slide my cock inside of her pussy. She tightens instantly around it and cums.

"Oh, god - fuck." She shakes against me, but I am just getting started. My hands attack her enlarged clit, rubbing it back and forth. My other hand squeezes her nipples. "Oh, Dylan. Mhmm. Fuck. I - uh - uh." She can't even finish; my cock is in charge of her body now. It dives deeper into her. It slides out wet and solid then rams into her damp paradise.

"You're such a bad girl for liking this," I whisper harshly in her ear. She sticks her butt back and shakes it as my cock finds its way up and down. I slip my thumb into her ass, squeezing hard. She yelps and her eyes almost roll back into her head. "God," she groans. My other hand falls into her mouth. She sucks on my finger eagerly. I am in every one of her holes. She cums again, right away. This time her pussy pulses and tightens so much, it almost pushes my cock right out. Her ass clenches around my finger. Waves of electric sensation fall over her and onto me. I climax dumping myself into her. I give her a few last pumps, but then I pull myself out. She lays there limp and exhausted on the ground next to me.

"Merry Christmas, baby," I whisper into her ear. "I love you."

"I fucking love you too," she says back. "Does Santa forgive me now?"

"He does," I nod with a big grin, nuzzling her neck.

"Good. I was really worried."

"You don't ever have to worry about anything, ever. I got you forever," I say.

She kisses me, long and slowly. Her lips tingle against mine.

"Forever," she whispers.