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Mom notices Dad about to protest, “Travis has Sarah staying, which you agreed to, so it’s only fair. Now that’s sorted, who wants to sit around the Christmas tree for a story?”
I really need to change my clothes and maybe a shower; I’m all sticky between my legs thanks to our antics in town. A shower will have to wait, but changing will be quick. As everyone starts to exit the kitchen, I turn to Mom, “Can you wait five minutes, I want to put my pajamas on?”
“Okay, honey.”
I drag Gabe up the stairs with me and into my room. I close the door and wrap myself around him, “I knew they would give in. They had to really.”
“We’re still not having sex in this house.”
I give him a wicked grin and rub myself against him, “Are you sure about that?”
He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me away slightly, “Get changed babe, they’re waiting for us…. and behave!”
Grinning, I decide to do a strip for him. Standing to the side of my bed, I pull my boots and socks off first, then my thong followed by my dress, leaving me in a pale pink chiffon camisole, which really doesn’t leave anything to the imagination.
Gabe falls back against the bedroom door, trying to swallow while looking at me. “Fuck. Bree. Are you trying to kill me? Get something on and quick.” He just about manages to choke out.
The huge bulge in his jeans doesn’t go unnoticed by me. “Are you sure you don’t want to play?”
With a half choke and half laugh, “With your family downstairs waiting for us?”
“Maybe not.” Then with a wicked grin, I say, “Later then.” I turn my back to Gabe and pick up my pajama bottoms.
Bending over, I give him one hell of a view of my butt. I start to put my feet into them, “Holy fuck. I’m waiting outside…. I mean in the snow. I need to cool off before seeing your Dad.”
I sit down on the bed laughing as Gabe makes a dash out the door. He’s so funny. If he thinks we’re not having sex on Christmas, he can think again. We’ve waited too long to be together.
Fully dressed in my pajamas, I glance outside to look at the snow, which I’ve missed while living in LA. Well no more. After Christmas Gabe can hopefully come back with me to help me pack up and get all my things shipped home.
Sighing, I leave my room and run down the stairs to look for Gabe. Hopefully he’s managed to control his urges by now.
I spot him stood by the entrance to the lounge watching the goings on in there. I walk quietly up to him and pinch his butt then take his hand and lead him over to my favorite chair, which we used to fight over when we were younger.
I push him down in to the chair and sit in his lap. I smile down to him feeling his cock rising. He grins back, but ends up groaning when I wriggle my butt over him pretending to get more comfortable.
Leaning in close to my ear he whispers, “Behave while your Dad reads this story.”
I snuggle in tight, “Dad probably doesn’t need the book after all these years of reading it every Christmas.”
“You’re probably right.”
Taking his seat in the red Santa chair, that gets decorated every Christmas, Dad sits down and starts reading ‘Twas the Night before Christmas.”
Chapter 24
GABE
I really don’t want to wake up. I’m having the most amazing dream, which involves a naked Bree doing some hot things to me with her mouth.
Feeling ready to explode into orgasm, my eyes fly open when I realize it isn’t a dream and that Bree is kneeling between my thighs with my cock in her mouth.
Sucking me even deeper into her mouth as she massages my balls at the same time she rubs between my legs. God it feels amazing. I’ve tingles shooting all through me to my cock. I start to enlarge then she swallows me deep, making me come in powerful bursts of pleasure.
Breathing heavy, I look at her to see her wiping her mouth and chin, “You flooded me.”
“I’m dead.” I reply, collapsing back onto the bed. What a way to wake up. It’s Christmas Day and for the first time in my life, I feel complete and excited for what the future holds. This is the first morning to wake up together and I’m going to treasure this memory forever. Of course it’s going to be hard to forget after the amazing blow job.
“Happy Christmas.” She says, settling down next to me, “Did you really mean no sex?”
