12 Sinful days of Christmas

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I couldn’t utter a word—I just stood there, frozen, wondering if she had heard us making out. My heart thudded in my chest as a cold realization crept in. From that moment on, I silently vowed to be more careful—to make sure no one was ever around when Sharon and I did… anything.

“What took you both so long?” Betty asked casually, like she wasn’t the same person I’d seen just moments ago in her underwear.

“Nothing! We didn’t take long,” Sharon replied quickly, and I nodded to back her up, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“If I hadn’t sent her to call you back, you probably wouldn’t have returned,” Aunt Victoria said, turning to Betty. Then she added, “What exactly were they doing when you found them?”

She didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “Don’t tell me you were breaking up a fight. Those two have been at each other’s throats since they were kids.”

But I barely heard the rest of her words. One sentence stuck in my mind like a thorn—she sent Betty to call us.

Yet I hadn’t been called—I had stumbled upon Betty, half-dressed, lingering where she shouldn’t have been.

Which could only mean one thing…

She had been spying on us.

I shifted my gaze toward her and gave a smug, knowing look. Betty caught the meaning and quickly lowered her eyes. She was now wearing a short, red gown—tighter and more revealing than what she'd worn earlier.

Everyone else was focused on their food when something suddenly fell from the table—a spoon from Betty's plate.

“Jake, could you please help me pick up my spoon?” she asked, her voice calm, almost too calm.

I bent down to retrieve it, but what I saw next made my breath hitch.

Becky’s legs were parted beneath the table. Her bare, glistening slit was fully exposed—smooth, hairless, and unmistakably wet.

Temptation burned through me. My hand twitched, aching to touch—but I couldn’t. Not here. Not with my entire family seated just above us.

“What’s taking so long?” Aunt Victoria’s voice cut through the haze, yanking me back to the moment.

I snapped upright and handed the spoon to Betty. Her fingers brushed mine—soft, deliberate—and she gave me a subtle wink as she took it.

Everything proceeded as usual. They ate, laughed, and reminisced about fond family memories. As the evening wore on, they waited for Ben to return home. By 8 p.m., Celine finally decided to call and check on him. Ben explained that the meeting was still ongoing and would continue until the next day, as they were waiting for other members of the board of executives to arrive.

“Since Benjamin is busy with office work, let's just rest here for the night and leave tomorrow morning as early as possible,” Victoria suggested. Betty and the others agreed without hesitation.

Soon, night settled in, and everyone went to bed.

Sharon and I had already made a silent pact—not to try anything tonight. After all, getting caught a second time wasn’t worth the risk. So I laid down alone, half-frustrated, with no hope of release.

But around midnight, I stirred at the sound of a door creaking open. Someone was sneaking into my room.

I shut my eyes immediately, pretending to be asleep. I had a strong feeling who it might be.

Becky had been eyeing me all day—little glances, “accidental” touches, the way she licked her lips when she thought no one was watching. She wanted this. Badly.

The edge of my duvet lifted slowly, and I felt a soft breeze graze my exposed skin. I was in nothing but my boxers, and beneath them, I was already semi-hard from the tension that had been building all day.

Then came the touch—a delicate hand slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. My c**k sprang up instantly, fully erect, as it smacked softly against what I guessed was her wrist or cheek.

A soft gasp escaped her lips.

I remained still, breathing slow, pretending to sleep—but every nerve in my body was alive.

Her small hand wrapped around my shaft, fingers barely closing around its girth as she began stroking it—slowly, carefully, as if savoring the moment. Her grip tightened with each stroke, gaining confidence, and I could feel the wet heat of her breath hovering over me.

The way she handled me—gentle but hungry—told me everything I needed to know. She'd been craving this. And now, with the house asleep and no one to interrupt, she wasn’t holding back.

Soon, I felt something warm and wet wrap around my shaft. Her mouth slid down slowly, and I could feel the tight, slick texture of her throat as she struggled to take me in fully. She gagged a few times, her throat convulsing around me before pulling back for air.

Then, with a soft lick across the tip, she tasted the precum and dove back down, bobbing her head rhythmically. Her lips sealed tightly around me, creating a wet, suctioning heat that made it impossible to stay still.

A low moan escaped me—I couldn't hold it in anymore. I didn’t know where the confidence came from, or when exactly I started thrusting upward to meet her strokes, but once I did, I couldn’t stop. My hands gripped her head, holding her in place as I f****d her mouth.

She let out a muffled sound of surprise, almost choking around me, but I didn’t let up. I was past the point of teasing. The pressure had built too high for foreplay.

This virgin c**k wasn’t going to be satisfied with just her mouth. Tonight, I was going all the way. I was going to bury myself deep inside her and give her exactly what she came here for.

Uncle’s wife or not—I didn’t care anymore. She crossed the line first. And now, I was going to make sure she felt every inch of the choice she made.

I opened my eyes—and they widened instantly.

There she was, Victoria, sucking my d**k like it was some kind of enchanted lollipop. Her lips glided along my shaft, her eyes closed in concentration, as if worshiping every inch of me.

“Uhhh...” A moan slipped out. Whether it was reflex or the sheer pressure building inside me, I couldn’t help but thrust up, matching her rhythm with desperate urgency.

“I’m... coming,” I whispered through clenched teeth, my hips jerking out of sync as the climax overtook me.

Seconds later, I spilled everything into her mouth—hot, thick pulses of release—and watched her take it all without flinching.

When it was over, I looked her dead in the eye. Her lips still glistened from the act.

“You know we shouldn't be doing this, Aunty,” I said, my voice low but steady. “And I’m sure you know the sin you just made me commit.”

My gaze stayed locked on hers, searching for a hint of regret.

But she only smiled, her hand lazily stroking my still-erect c**k like she was playing with a tame serpent.

“We're done pretending now, aren’t we?” she said, raising a brow with a smirk that sent a chill down my spine.