12 Sinful days of Christmas

Celina

I was shocked and embarrassed when I saw the scantily dressed lady on the bed. My immediate instinct was to exit the room, but my strong impulse drove me to proceed with my current course of action.

“We can’t do this Sharon! You’re my stepsister, for crying out loud!” I facepalmed. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m just helping out a family member in need.” Sharon said, as she slowly approached me. “were both adults, Jake. No need to beat yourself up on this. We’re not blood related.”

“How did you get in?” I inquired, pushing her back a bit.

“The door was not locked… I saw your situation and decided to help you out.” Sharon shrugged as she tried to kiss me again.

“You took dad’s Viagra, didn’t you?” Sharon Said, her gaze directed at the pill bottle on the bed. For the past 5 minutes, I’ve been standing by the entrance, watching you masturbate.

“You don’t seem to welcome me, but I’m glad that a part of you seems eager to see me.” Sharon bent down and patted my d**k on the head, and stroke it a few times as if playing with a pet.

I stood rooted to the ground, my mind was conflicted. I was tempted to grab her that instant, and f**k her silly, but I was tied down by morality.

Sensing my hesitation, she moved closer to me and whispered into my ear. “Let me help you cool off the steam.”

“Shhh”

I wanted to decline, but she place a finger on my lips and motioned for me to stay silent. Without breaking eye contact, her hand moved from my lips down to my crotch.

What’s done has already been done?

I shrugged it off and slowly grabbed her head with both hands and gently pushed into a kneeling position.

Sensing my approval, she giggled softly and grab hold of my d**k, licking the pre-c*m out of my cap.

Sharon’s tongue circled round my d**k, sending jolts of electricity to my brain as she licked the cap like an experienced pornstar.

Sharon held my balls tight as her head bobbed up and down on my d**k. She took me to cloud nine with her marvelous mouth.

Who could have thought that the 19-year-old brat I thought of as a virgin would be this good at head games?

I quickly took control of the situation as I held her head in place and started f*****g her mouth with increased Pace. We went on for 10 more minutes before I felt that familiar sensation; I was about to c*m.

“I’m Cumming” I announced.

I held Sharon’s head tight as I unloaded my seeds into her mouth. She licked it clean, and swallowed like an expert. She then looked me in the eye. Her mischievous smile was definitely communicating something.

I quickly caught on to her cue and pushed her to the bed. I had already f****d her in a unique position in my mind. I gently slid off her G-string, to welcome the sight of a cleanly shaved p***y.

I whipped out my p***s that was now as hard as a rock. I was about to penetrate before she suddenly stopped me.

“Stop,” she said, holding my d**k in place.

“What? Are you regretting your actions now?” I asked, confused.

“Who’s regretting? I just want you to go down on me first, “she explained, her clear blue eyes focused on mine as she pointed at her dripping wet kitty.

“Yes, your majesty,” I joked, before kissing her on the cheek. I moved down to her chest and played with her perky breasts for a while. I kneaded them gently as my tongue circled round her navel.

My curious tongue moved downward in its exploration, and it landed on her c******s. I lapped at her tight p***y like a tasty dog, scoops the salty liquid into my mouth.

“Uhhmm… uhmm…” Sharon spasms as almost a gallon of water squirts out of her pleasure box.

I left no place untouched as I licked her clean until she was begging me to f**k her. I quickly positioned her for a doggy, ready to risk it all.

I was about to penetrate her from behind when Sharon’s phone rang. She rolled over to pick up the call; it was from her cheap boyfriend.

Sharon excused herself, and chatted with the joy killer for a few minutes before coming back to the room.

“I’m sorry Jake, I planned to go out on a date with my boyfriend this evening. We’d continue from where we stupped when I’m back.” Sharon kissed me, before peeling herself away from my grasp.

I cursed the boyfriend’s entire generation as I watched Sharon leave for the bathroom. She quickly washed herself and left the house in haste.

I glanced at my pulsating p***s and sighed. “seems like I’d have to help myself this time.”

The memories of what had just happened with Sharon replayed in my head as I replaced the wet bedsheet.

I galloped to the living room to turn of the TV and retrieve the porn video I was watching before anyone could enter. As I was about to lock the door, my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen and it was a call from my father.

“Hello Sir,” I answered.

“Jake, tell your mum I wouldn’t be coming home tonight, I have some emergency documents to take care of at the office.” He didn’t give me a chance to reply before he cut the call.

Well, that’s your own cup of tea, I’ve also got things to take care of,” I said, glancing at my erect p***s, who was also nodding in agreement.

I bolted the door from inside, before settling down on the couch, to resume my stroking duty. But as I was about to fully resume what I was doing, the doorbell rang.

I put on my boxers shorts with the speed of light before answering the door.

“Welcome home Celina” I Said, greeting the party pooper.

Celina ignored my greetings and rushed straight to her bedroom. I was perplexed. This wasn’t here.

“Well, it’s none of my business.” I shrugged,

I wanted to continue with my business, but Celina might walk in on me anytime, so I went to check up on her, and to also deliver my dad’s message.

I knocked a few times, but no one answered, so I silently opened her bedroom door to peep inside. I was met with a surprising sight. Celina, my stepmother, sat on her bed, crying uncontrollably.

My initial instinct was to retreat, respecting her privacy. However, I needed to deliver my father’s message, and also inquire about her well-being.

“Celina, I’m sorry to intrude, “I whispered, trying not to startle her, “dad called, and he won’t be coming home tonight. He had some emergency documents to attend to at the office.”

Celina slowly looked up, her eyes red and puffy. She nodded, acknowledging my message.

I hesitated, unsure whether to press on. “Celina, is everything okay? You seem… upset “

Celina’s gaze dropped, and she began to sob again. I felt a pang of concern, unsure of how to react.

I finally sat down beside her to comfort her. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and she laid her head on my shoulder, then her sob grew louder.

My silent d**k sprang to life as our bodies touched, but I quickly hid it from her and continued asking her what was making her cry. It’s not my fault though, who told her to cry in her underwear.

As I was trying to comfort her, I couldn’t help but notice her body. Celina was beautifully endowed with an hourglass figure and an attractive face. The old man must have done too many good deeds in his past life for him to have bagged this type of beauty.

Her big boobs were begging to be released from their confines as the braziers struggled to keep them in place. She pressed those perfect twins on my arms as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I pushed aside my inappropriate thoughts, focusing on the task at hand. “Celina, what’s wrong? You can trust me.” I whispered.

Selina took a deep breath, composing herself. “It’s your father… he’s been lying to me”

My eyes widened in surprise.” What do you mean?”

“He’s been having an affair. I saw the evidence on his phone,” Celina said, her expression turning bitter.

“How can he do that to someone as beautiful as you? It’s cruel,” I said, patting her back.

“But are you sure you saw the real deal, and it wasn’t a misunderstanding?” I asked.

Celina hesitated a bit before bringing out her phone. She quickly unlocked the phone and opened the gallery.

“Her mistress sent her this…” Celina Said, showing me a video that sent shivers down my spine.

I snatched the phone from Celina and frantically watched the video, desperately hoping it wasn’t her. My face wore a mixture of both shock and anger as I watched her perform for another man.

It was one of Pauline's private videos, and the recepient is non other than my Father.