Bad Stepsister Christmas (Christmas taboo Book 2) by Breeze Carrie

Author:Breeze, Carrie [Breeze, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-11-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

There he sits bulking like Hercules in his red velvet suit, on his candy cane throne.

“That’s my stepbrother, Chad,” whispering to Nancy as we step out of the elevator onto Sorenson’s fifth floor. My pussy drools with anticipation.

“Stepbrother?” Nancy says as walk into the winter wonderland of twinkling, tinsel, presents, a forest of glittering Christmas trees and hyped up kids eager to tell Santa their Christmas wishes. We’re on the North Pole - or, at least, we’ll be, soon. “Isn’t Dane a little young to have a son our age?”

“Chad is the son of my mom’s second husband, the one before Dane. We grew up together - all the way from preschool to high school. We played doctor, played house, but we’ve never actually done it. What do you say we see if we can change that, huh?” nudging her. We thread our way through shoppers loaded with presents. The excitement builds. My mind is totally in the gutter. I envision fucking my stepbrother right there, in his Santa suit, on his Christmas throne - with all these shoppers watching.

“You would actually screw your own stepbrother?” Nancy blushes and frowns.

“Don’t be so shocked. Last night I had my own step-dad.” Nancy squeals loud enough to be heard over the ambient Christmas music. Heads turn. She covers her lips with her hand, embarrassed and scandalized. “Are you ready for this? Ready to loose your virginity?”

“What? When? You mean now? Here?”

“Who better to take it than Santa, right?” We step into the line of kids waiting to sit on his lap. It’ll be a good ten minutes. Time to come up with a strategy. Doing a scan of the terrain; Santa has two elves helping him - a photographer snapping shots of the kids, and an usher who keeps the line moving. Some ten feet back behind his chair is a little wooden shack decorated with fake snow and wreathes. A mailbox by the door says, “North Pole.”

“See that hut out back?” I say to Nancy.

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s for Santa’s private sittings. Our goal is to get him back there alone with us.”

“I don’t know about this,” gulping.

“You’re gonna do fine. Just follow my lead. We’ll go up to him together. And, besides, once the action starts you’ll forget all about being nervous,” massaging her shoulders.

“Aren’t you two a little too big for Santa’s lap?” Usher Elf says, as we reach the head of the line.

“Santa‘s a big strong guy. He can handle us both at the same time. C’mon, Nancy,” taking her hand, feeling very sexy in my Santa’s honey dress. I feel like the goddess Venus offering a virgin sacrifice to Apollo. I sashay up, swaying my hips, swishing my velvet skirt, its hem flirting dangerously with the exposed crotchless V of my pussy. Santa takes in my little burlesque show - eyes bulging.

“Hi, Santa, baby,” winking and smiling seductively. Can tell by his lustful look that he knows it’s me - even though it’s been years since last seeing each other.

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