12 Sinful days of Christmas

unwanted guests

I stripped Sharon naked, and gave her a thorough bath, exploring her hot body in the process. She really took after her mom with most things, especially her perky boobs and sexy figure; I can't wait to have her. We shared a long, warm shower, to wash her vomit from my body.

I was aroused during the whole process, but I couldn't bring myself to take advantage of her in her drunken State. I quickly got dressed and carefully lifted her into my arms, gently carrying her to her room.

My eyes couldn't help darting to her most private part as the alluring figure kept tempting me to take her on the spot.

I pulled her upright and wrapped my arms around her from behind, steadying her. The soft press of her body against mine stirred something intense—my arousal strained against the fabric of my boxers, wedged tightly between the warmth of her generous curves.

With the bar of soap in hand, I began to lather her skin, letting my hands glide slowly across her body. They found her breasts—perfect in shape, firm beneath my touch—and I massaged them gently, coating them in suds.

A soft moan slipped from her lips the moment my fingers brushed over her stiffened n*****s. I lingered there, my fingertips curling around the sensitive peaks, teasing them.

“Ohh,” she gasped, as my hardened length slid against her now slippery rear.

My hand traveled down to her stomach, rubbing it in smooth, circular motions before drifting even lower. As I washed between her thighs, her breath quickened, and another moan escaped her.

“Hold the wall,” I said, my voice rough with desire.

Without hesitation, she obeyed. I soaped up her back, then focused my attention on her backside, kneading and caressing each cheek with firm, deliberate hands.

After bathing her thoroughly, I guided her to her bedroom, avoiding her advances throughout the process.

I placed her on the bed and turned to leave, but she held me by my d**k, “stay with me” Sharon Said in a soft whisper and I couldn't help but stay there quietly with her and watched her sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find Sharon snuggled in my arms , with my hands wrapped around her naked body. I tried to quietly remove my hands and leave the room without disturbing her, but she stirred and opened my eyes, catching me in the act.

“stay a little bit longer.” She caught my hand, and gently guided them to her perky breasts. I cupped them in my hands and squeezed a few times, but my mind was not at ease “Sharon might come in at any time,” I said as I extricated myself, and got off the bed.

“Mom wouldn't just barge into my room like that,” Sharon said, trying to coax me back into bed with her, but I resisted and got out of bed anyway. Just as I was about to make my exit, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway and immediately knew it was Celine. The footsteps grew louder, and before I could find a place to hide, the doorknob turned and the door slowly creaked open.

I swiftly hid behind the door, holding my breath and hoping Celine wouldn't enter. Fortunately, she only peeked inside, her gaze falling on Sharon's naked form on the bed. "Sharon, when did you get back yesterday?" she asked, her tone curious. "You didn't even let me know you were home." Celine leaned against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on Sharon.

"I came in late and you were already asleep, so I didn't want to disturb you," Sharon replied, her voice calm and matter-of-fact.

"Have you seen Jake?" Celine asked, but she didn't wait for a response, leaving as soon as Sharon shook her head.

As soon as we heard the door close behind Celine, Sharon and I let out a synchronized sigh of relief, the tension in the room dissipating instantly."

I gave her a few minutes to leave the corridor before sneaking out of the room. I swiftly made my way towards my room, but as I was about to enter, the door opened from inside and I was met with Celine's questioning gaze.

“Good morning Celine.” I greeted, trying to act As if nothing happened.

“Where are you coming from? I've been searching this whole house for you since morning, but I can't find you.” Celine questioned.

“Missing me already?” I teased.

“Who's missing you? I thought you would come to my room last night after that cheater left, but I guess you didn't have the balls.” Celine clapped back. She patted my shoulder and attempted to pass, but I blocked her path.

“You say what ?“ I asked, but before she could answer, I had already pinned her to the wall. She wanted to talk but I shut her mouth with a deep kiss as my tongue found their way into her parted lips.

She quickly broke the kiss, and stared hard at me for a few minutes before asking, “what about Sharon? She might catch us.”

“I don't care.” Was the plain answer I gave, before resuming my invasion. It was the sound of the doorbell a few seconds later that separated us from the passionate kiss.

our moment was short-lived, as the sound of the doorbell pierced the air, forcing us apart.

I quickly broke away from Celine and rushed to the door, my heart still racing from our intense kiss. I flung it open, expecting it to be someone I could quickly deal with and get back to where I left off with Celine. But my hopes were instantly dashed as I saw who was standing on the porch. My chances of getting laid tonight had just flown out the window, replaced by a sense of dread and unwanted responsibility.