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Ford
IfIhadtoname the top ten moments of my life… I’d have to admit that I can’t remember a single one after watching Maggie come.
It’s like watching my life flash before my eyes. All I ever want to do is give her orgasms. All I ever want to see is that total surrender on her face. All I ever want to feel is how she’ll tighten around my cock.
Heath navigates around me, takes Maggie by the hand, and leads her to the living room. Probably a polite move to give her a minute to regroup.
James gives me a sly grin before joining them.
Maggie excuses herself to change, and I’m bummed I won’t get to fuck her in that super hot Santa’s helper costume, but her wardrobe won’t be a deal-breaker.
“Is she as good as I’ve imagined?” I ask James.
“Your wildest dreams won’t even touch this.” He drags a hand over his jaw.
Doing our best to keep our conversation sane and quiet, while we discuss that this is all new for her, I start preparing my present.
By the time she returns, the box is on the paper, and she has no idea it’s empty or that I cut a hole in the backside. And while her sweatpants look comfy, she’ll be even more comfortable when they’re on the floor and she’s riding my dick. The threadbare Batman t-shirt can stay since it’s so thin I can see the darkness of her nipples, but by the time I’m done with her, she’ll have a new favorite superhero.
Where I conjure enough restraint to go through with my present wrapping idea is beyond me, but I stay on the living room floor while she joins James and Heath on the couch. Surely it occurs to her that I didn’t have anything that required this big of a box with me when I arrived. Maybe she’s already on to my plan. As long as she plays along, that’s fine.
“Hey,” James is staring at her. “Is that my shirt?”
She grips the hem and looks down as she holds it out. “This old thing? I don’t remember where I got it?”
“I should have known you were the reason I couldn’t find it. Looks better on you anyway.”
Heath grumbles, decidedly uncomfortable about something. Why does his hand go to his pants pocket? I watch for a second but he regroups as if nothing happened.
Talking and laughing with the three of them takes me back to so many happy memories when we weren’t telling her to buzz off. It only highlights how wrong it was for us to buy her and set this evening in motion.
Her smile, her laughter, and the ease of how we get along give me a microsecond of pause that our ten-year age gap is too much. As the oldest, should I know better? Should I do better? Fuck no. I’m not backing out and leaving her to James and Heath.
Maggie’s always been smart. She’s more than capable of making her own decisions, but how did our little sister grow up to be such a bombshell, and not even realize it? When we took notice of her, we each kept a respectful distance. It was the only sane thing to do. I was twenty-eight when she turned eighteen, that’s worlds apart. But here I am at thirty, ready to play out a porn scenario and have my stepsister unwrap my cock.
Immaturity on my part would be an easy summation, but it’s more about me not being able to think of anything but her the last two years.
I angle my head up from my special wrapping job. James is pulling Maggie onto his lap. If he’d done that with any other girl I had my eye on, I would have lost my shit. Then again, none of those relationships lasted.
Instead, there’s something comforting about the gesture.
Actually, I’d have lost my shit when he had his head between her legs or when he kissed her under the mistletoe. Something about this works.
Poking the scissors through the wrapping paper that’s covering the hole, I’m ready to give Maggie my gift—the classic stepbrother dick-in-the-box. Not exactly clever, but it’s fun, just like James eating her out under the bar.
I shove the warm, mushy feelings I have for her down deep. Right now, it’s important to keep it light. We have a lot of time to make up for.
A flicker of hesitation worms through my mind when I realize she could think I just want her to jack me off. I’ll be sure to please her too since she’s a good little stepsister. The question will be how I go about that.
I’d love to squeeze my cock into her tight virgin pussy but that may be a fantasy from viewing her with my ‘innocent sister’ glasses on. I only see her the way I want to. Technically, all she indicated to James was that she’d never had her pussy licked by a guy, but we all suspect that won’t be her only first tonight.
Winking at Heath, who’s stroking his hand through her hair, I say, “Keep her busy for a second.”
“Yes sir, Ford.”
