1. She is the One (Part 18)


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    “Now let’s get inside before I freeze my tits off.” She roared with laughter, her head falling back again as her shoulders heaved. “Whatever, A-cup,” she sniggered, poking me in the nipple, “When you’ve got these, you can bitch.” She squeezed her breasts and strutted past me into the house. I followed her to find the living room stacked with boxes. It looked like dad had been busy since we left, carrying down all the boxes from the attic that held our Christmas decorations. Even now, he was busy pulling out individual containers, separating them by ornaments for the tree and decorations for the rest of the house. He looked up as we came in. “Hey there,” he said with a smile, “Have a good time.” “Absolutely,” Tara said brightly, then sniffed, “Someone making cocoa?” “Steaming hot and ready for you.” Mom came out of the kitchen, holding a tray with steaming mugs of cocoa. She grinned at Tara. “Hello, niece.” “Hey, Aunt Hannah!” Tara said, barely holding herself back from giving mom a huge hug. Mom put down the tray then spread her arms. “Well, give your aunt a hug, you lump!” Tara leapt forward and wrapped her arms around mom. “Sorry we took so long getting home,” she squealed. Mom laughed and said, “Yes, we’ve experienced the same thing with Jack when he hangs out with Kayla. Did you have a good time?” “Hell yeah!” Tara replied, seizing a mug of cocoa and lifting it to her lips. She yelped. “Hot!” “That’s the point, doofus,” I said, taking a mug and carefully blowing on it ...
    before taking a sip, “We ready to start decorating?” “Hang on,” mom said, going to the closet and pulling out a stack of sweaters, “Tradition.” Yay…tradition. Which means putting on scratchy wool sweaters with ‘cute’ (read: blech ) designs of Christmas trees, snowflakes, snowmen, etc. Cute for a holiday picture, maybe, but the sweltering heat of the house, admittedly a welcome change from the chill outside, basically meant you were going to become aware very quickly that you hadn’t bathed since that morning. Mom tossed me a red one with a green-embroidered Christmas tree on the front. Oh well . I pulled it over my head, letting the coarse fibers scar my face the entire way down. The heat instantly became uncomfortable and I plucked at the hem at my neck and wrists, trying to let a little air in. “Oh, Jack, you look great!” mom said as she handed Tara a green sweater with the red Santa on the front. “Uh huh,” I replied dryly. Tara slipped her sweater over her head. She was a fairly thin girl already but the wool of the sweater somehow made her seem even skinnier. Almost lithe. “Woooo,” she gasped as the sweater trapped her body heat, “I don’t think I’ll need that cocoa anymore.” “What if I put marshmallows in?” mom asked. Tara grinned. “Sold.” “Alan!” dad called, “Amanda! Time to decorate!” Mom popped our Christmas CD (a mish-mash of our favorite Christmas tunes) in the CD player and the soft sounds of holiday music filled the room with cozy ambiance. For the next hour, we ...
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