I still don’t know how I let Samantha talk me into a Christmas costume party at Sigma Chi. We were both juniors at the University of Washington State, and she was my roommate. She wanted me to get out and meet some guys since I hadn’t been with one in almost a year.
We were greeted by a very tall Santa Clause at the door, “Welcome Santa’s sexy helpers. Oh, hey April, Steve has been waiting for an hour for you to show up. Come in, come in. Samantha, you know that Santa’s elves have to sit on his lap the night before he goes to work?”
Samantha and I were dressed up in skimpy elf costumes. I was wearing green moccasins with Candy Cane stockings that ended just above my knee caps. If I bent over, you could see my asscheeks in the green A-Line mini skirt that was just a cheerleaders bottom with fluffy white cotton balls. The green top was lined with white lace and tied in the middle pulling my cleavage up to my chin. Thank god I had an awesome stomach because it was visible from my waist to my bust.
I pulled Samantha off to the side, “What the fuck does he mean, Steve’s been waiting for me?”
Samantha laughed wickedly, “Oh, did I forget to mention that? Aprill, you can’t back out now, besides, Steve is already into you and this outfit will blow his mind. You’ve been alone too long, pretty please come in with me.”
Steve was a linebacker on the football team, a decent one from what I’ve been told. I’ve only met him in passing a few times, but Samantha swears he’s been wanting me since the beginning of the year. I admit he was a good looking guy, stood six-feet tall, and was well over two hundred pounds of solid muscle. Samantha knew I preferred the muscle-bound type.
I gave Samantha a playful slap on her face, “What have you gotten me into, you little bitch?”
Steve must have overheard Santa because he was behind the door when Samantha pulled me inside. He was dressed as Jack Frost, icicle spiked hair and a silver garb. Steve handed me and Sam two cups of hard cider and led us into the living room. An hour later the party was hopping, the music was pumping, booze was flowing, and Steve was slurring. It was barely past nine o’clock, and that dumb jock was already totally drunk.
Steve asked me to dance, and I sure as hell didn’t want to now. Before his stupor, I had been gyrating on the dance floor, loving the attention I pulled from all the guys, but I lost my flavor with his early inebriation. Samantha was off flirting with Santa, so I had no bodyguard to run interference.
Thinking quickly, “Oh shit Steve, I just remembered that I promised my little brother I wouldn’t miss his birthday party. My whole family is going to be there, and I can’t show up tomorrow morning with a hangover. I need to get home a tad early tonight, I should probably leave now.”
Leaving him there, I went to find Samantha, but he followed me like a little puppy dog. I found Sam sitting on Santa’s lap flirting provocatively. While standing in front of her, I attempted to gain her attention. Steve took care of it for me; That drunk ass Steve tripped and fell into me. He tried to catch himself but ended up pushing my ass, and I stumbled into Samantha’s tits. Santa’s chair flew backward, taking him and Sam with it. They both landed on the floor with me ending up on top of them.
Santa pushed himself up and screamed, “What the fuck Steve! How can you be falling-down drunk already?”
Steve managed to stand up straight, “Fuck you man, I ain’t drunk. I did that on purpose so I could cop a feel of April’s hotcakes… And boy are they some sweet cheeks.”
What a stupid asshole, the party turned out to be such a waste of time.
I helped Samantha off the floor, “Let’s get out of here, I want to go home.”
She whispered to me, “But I’m having a good time here and I really like Santa Clause. If you have to leave, do you think you can find a ride without me?”
Without saying anything, I just turned my back on her and went outside. I got my cell phone from Samantha’s car and called my mom to pick me up, I had to be there early tomorrow anyway.
My dad answered the phone and I asked, “Daddy, can somebody there come to pick me up? I’m having a horrible time tonight and I just want to come home now, if that’s ok.”
Daddy replied, “It’s a little hectic over here at the moment, but I bet I could get Eric to come and get you. Don’t worry honey, he’ll be there in like fifteen minutes.”
The party had spread out to the front lawn, so I rested my bum on the hood of Sam’s car and waited for my little brother to arrive. I wasn’t lying before, Eric was a Christmas Eve Baby turning twenty-one tomorrow. We mesh his birthday with Christmas Eve and throw one hell of a get-together; Eric gets to drink with us this year. About ten minutes passed, and I saw Steve stumbling towards me.
When he reached me, I tried to get in the car, but he pushed the door closed, “Baby, don’t be like that. Why don’t you give me a little kiss to say you’re sorry?”
Steve leaned in and tried to lay escort buca one on me. I moved from side to side, avoiding his attempts, the smell of alcohol reeking from his breath each time. He became more forceful and tightly grasped my wrists holding me in place. I furiously shook my head to keep him from placing his dirty fucking lips on mine. Steve stopped trying, backed up, and gave me a look of extreme anger. I got scared and threw up my hands in a defensive position. That fucker raised his hand and struck me. Thankfully, most of the power glanced off my arms.
I heard a car screech to a halt, and a blurred figure sprinted to us. The next thing I saw was a fist making contact with Steve’s nose, blood gushing like a water balloon smashed his face. Steve dropped to his knees, screaming in pain, then a foot caught him in the jaw, and he flew onto his back. Suddenly I heard hollering from the porch, and three huge football players came running at us. I finally managed to see my savior, it was Eric, holding up his fists preparing for the incoming onslaught.
Eric ran directly to the biggest of the bunch and punched him square in the throat. That guy grasped his neck and fell to his side gasping for air. Eric turned to the closest giant, kicked his legs out from under him, and landed an uppercut. Dude was knocked out cold. The third guy tried to tackle him, but Eric quickly dodged, and the asshole landed on the grass. Eric regained his composure and waited for the mountain to get up. The monger took a swing, Eric caught his fist, hooked his elbow, and punched him in the gut. As the asshat clenched over, Eric slammed three quick bursts into his jaw and let the fucker fall to the ground like a ton of bricks.
Eric pretended to dust off his shirt and looked to the porch, giving everyone a look that said, “Come get some”. With no takers, he turned and strode over to me.
Nonchalantly, he said, “Hey sis, you look pretty hot in that costume.”
Eric gave me a hello hug and led me to his car, he wasn’t even breathing heavy. Like a complete gentleman, he opened my door for me and I sat down in the passenger seat. Eric got behind the wheel, started the car, and we drove off.
Now Eric was on the high school wrestling team and had always been athletic, but I could see new muscles rippling through his shirt. There were two concrete rocks where his biceps used to be, and his forearms put Popeye’s to shame. I’ve been so busy at school that I hadn’t made it home all year; I was quite impressed with his transformation.
I uttered with admiration, “Holy shit Lil bro, you look like a fucking lumberjack. What have you been doing this past year? And how in the hell did you take out those four monsters without breaking a sweat.”
Eric revealed, “Well, April, at the beginning of the year I was helping out coach Henderson with the wrestling team and a scout was watching the seniors practice. He came to me when we finished and explained that he wasn’t a scout, but an MMA trainer. He talked me into coming to his gym to see what I could do. I trained my ass off for almost a year and now I’m an undefeated amateur fighter… Thanks by the way.”
Astounded, I voiced, “What do you mean thanks? I should be the one thanking you. The way you showed up and saved me from that ape… and then you slaughtered those other fools. I’ll have to figure out a way to return the favor.”
He replied, seeming a little embarrassed, “I meant thanks for noticing how much work I put in building up my physique.”
I quickly responded, “Physique, that’s an understatement. You’re a Flippin chiseled piece of marble. And you’re welcome.”
For the next fifteen minutes of driving home, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Eric. I found myself picturing him naked; I couldn’t help it. Every time I tried shaking it from my head the images came back stronger. I started seeing his strong hands running all over my body and his muscular chest in my palms. I began to get wet in my panties as I thought about him coming to my rescue. I can’t believe I was attracted to my little brother, well, my younger brother, that is, and I swear I caught him peeking at my tits, stomach, and legs as well.
When we arrived home, Eric walked to the front door ahead of me. He was wearing sweatpants that outlined his buns of steel. I said a quick hello to the family and went straight to my bedroom. Not even taking off my clothes, I flopped onto my mattress and immediately started to play with myself. I imagined Eric tonguing my clit, and I climaxed within minutes. Beginning to remember Nightingale Syndrome; I know I’m not his nurse, but It was the closest similarity I could think of, I figured I’d stop feeling this way in the morning, but I couldn’t help thinking of ways how to seduce him tomorrow.
All night long I dreamt of Eric pleasuring me with those strong arms. He fucked me in every position I could imagine, and when I woke up, I was extremely horny. It seemed I didn’t care that he was my brother; I sincerely wanted him. It was buca escort bayan time to plan out how to make him reciprocate my feelings.
My first course of action was to find the right clothes to wear; I couldn’t dress up all slutty, I did have the whole family to think about. Flipping through the outfits in my closet, I found one that would do the trick. I rushed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and refrained from masturbating in the water pulsating over my body. Toweling off, I threw on my robe and went back to my room. I grabbed my clothes from the closet and laid them out on my bed.
I settled on a grey flannel mini skirt, a short white camisole that ended just above my belly button, opaque white thigh high stockings, and a pair of grey suede lace-up heels. I knew I was pushing the “slut” factor, but I didn’t care anymore. Applying a light amount of makeup, just enough to cover any blemishes, I then braided my hair into two thick pigtails that rested on top of my perky breasts. I didn’t mention it before, but I have the frame identical to Dove Cameron, even her “dick sucking” lips that drive men wild.
Taking a long look in my full-length mirror, I silently told myself, “Baby, you are one sexy piece of ass.”
Just as I shut the door to my bedroom, Eric startled the shit out of me, “April, thanks for taking such a quick shower earlier, you used to leave me with hardly any hot water.”
He was only wearing boxer briefs, and his glistening body put my dreams to shame. I bet if he flexed his stomach, you could break a two-by-four across his midsection. After letting my eyes linger for a moment, I couldn’t think of a reply, so I turned around and hurried downstairs. He must have known I was checking him out.
When I reached the bottom of the staircase, it occurred to me that all my lingerie was back in my dorm. There were two more articles of clothing that I wanted to get into; An enticing bra and a pair of sensuous panties.
I opened the door and yelled, “Sorry Mom, no time for breakfast. I’m taking the car and I’ll only be gone for maybe a couple of hours, tops”
Samantha was nowhere to be found when I entered our room. She must have sat on more than Santa’s lap last night. I opened my top drawer and pulled out my Floral Lace Bikini Cheeky and matching bra, slipped out of my all-cotton whities and into my lingerie. I didn’t really want to run into Sam, so I popped open the door and stepped into the hallway. Then I remembered something she always wanted me to try with my last boyfriend.
Samantha called it her “Sex Cocktail”; it was a combination of Phenibut and Pirate Blast. She said not only did it make her extremely horny, but it also put her into a state of euphoria. Supposedly it also gave the user a sense of confidence, much more than alcohol, not actually drug the user. Besides, I knew I was going to bag my prey tonight, I just wanted it to be the best sex of his life. I went back into the room and snatched two of each from her nightstand, knowing exactly how I could get Eric to take it with me.
On my way home, I stopped by Starbucks for a large sweet coffee. While sipping my white chocolate mocha, I plotted more ways to seduce my brother tonight. I had to keep it simple because my entire family would be at the party. Having finalized my plans in my head, it was time to go back home. It was a little after noon, and the festivities would be starting around six o’clock.
Brett, our older brother, and Eric were playing basketball in the driveway when I arrived. Seattle is cold and wet in the winter, so I was not lucky enough to see him shirtless again. Brett had always been bigger growing up, but I would put money on the fact he’s intimidated by his little brother now. I watched them play for a while, giving them a cheering squad’s attention. Of course, I was animatedly rooting for Eric.
Sneaking away into the house, I heard my mother say, “April, is that you hun? I need you to come to the kitchen and decide what you’re making for the party tonight. You can choose between an appetizer or dessert.”
I make a very tasteful pumpkin roll filled with cream cheese, which just so happened to be Eric’s favorite. I took more time making it than I normally do, making sure everything was perfect. Now, most recipes call for an overnight refrigeration, but I like to freeze it for a couple of hours instead. That way, when I take it out for an hour, it’s not frozen but still has a nice chill to it. More than an hour had passed before I was finished in the kitchen, mom finally had the space to make lunch.
Thirty minutes later there was an assortment of sandwiches on the dining table. It was a light lunch as dinner is served promptly at six; I grabbed a plate and went to eat on the sofa. My dad and I have a tradition of watching “A Christmas Story” every year before the party starts. Sure enough, he popped in the DVD and sat down next to me, with his lunch in hand. Normally, it was just me and Dad; but this time around, Eric came over buca escort and watched it with us. He sat so close to me that our legs were touching.
When we finished our food, I got up to put our plates away in the kitchen. I returned and fell on the couch between Dad and Eric. Eric scooched over close to me again, but this time he put his arm across me on the top cushions. Before I realized it, I was snuggled against his side with my body leaning into him. He startled me for the second time when his hand clasped my shoulder and lightly pulled me in even closer. Before long, the credits began; and Dad was pushing himself up from the sofa.
I shoved Eric away, giggling, “It seems you need to take another shower Bro, you kinda stink.”
“Sorry I don’t smell as pretty as you do, snothead,” and he playfully shoved me back.
Grandma and Grandpa were always the first to show up, and tonight was no exception. They were followed closely by Aunt Jane and Uncle Scott. Mary and Tom, their young children, tagged along behind them. Next through the door came Aunt Polly and Uncle James; They also had a kid named Jennifer. Mom’s youngest brother Billy was the last to grace us with his presence. Everyone carried in a bundle of food, but Billy always provided the alcohol.
Billy was holding two huge bottles of Montecristo Spiced Rum, “Gang, it’s time for me to make the eggnog. I got two more of these bastards in my car if we need em.”
The appetizers were set out, Billy had the nog prepared, and there was now about an hour to go before dinner was served. I pulled out my dessert from the freezer and placed it on top of the microwave, not before hiding a good-sized piece for Eric. When I got back into the living room, everyone was munching on something and sipping some damn delicious eggnog. I poured myself a drink and enjoying the flavor, Billy really did make a good drink. Laughter filled the room, hugs and kisses were aplenty, and everyone was getting into the spirit. Brett and Eric wrestled down the stairs, and the little kids were already off playing video games.
Billy snuck up behind Eric and gave him a huge bear hug; “Hey there Birthday Boy. You have to let me pour your first shot, now that you’re of official legal age. And holy shit boy, did I just become a tree hugger? You’re a fucking oak tree, bud. Sorry, mom, I mean a fudging oak tree.”
With that said, Billy pulled a shot glass from his jacket and filled it up until the rum overflowed. Eric downed it in one gulp and gave Billy a bear hug in return. The random small talk had ceased when Mom rang the dinner bell. No joke, she loved to ring that stupid bell.
The dining table was laid out with: Roast Beef, Black Forest Ham, Potatoes, Casseroles, Deviled Eggs, Stuffing, Rolls, Yams with Marshmallows, and a plethora of vegetables. Oh yeah, can’t forget the black olive and pickle platter. Everyone captured a plate and circled the table, piling on heaps of food. I took a gander around the seats to decide where I was going to sit when Eric caught my attention. He pulled out the chair next to him and motioned with his head for me to sit next to him. I couldn’t hide the smile on my face.
My Aunts prepared an assortment for the kids and brought them into the game room. When they came back, we all dove into our meals. As usual, the food was divine, Grandma did a damn good job teaching Mom how to cook! I’m not bad myself, but not even close to their skill level. Dinner was finished and it was time to clean up. Grandma is “Old School” so the kids had to clear the table, and the women did the rest. I put up with it because it’s really the only “Old Fashion” tradition she insisted upon.
The four of us finished everything up very quickly and made our way to the boys. Upon seeing me, Eric rushed to the eggnog and poured two cups. The second wasn’t for Brett though, he brought it over to me instead. I was starting to realize that Eric had been paying special attention to me today, or at least I was hoping that was the case.
The Grandparents always like to play Bingo to start the family games, which we all obliged. It was long and boring, but the winners all received small gifts as a prize. Grandma used blue and pink wrapping paper for the girls and boys, she always made sure we all got one present each. We proceeded to Family Feud, Boys vs Girls.
By the time nine o’clock rolled around, most of us had a pretty good buzz on. I had three cups of nog sitting in my belly, and the boys had at least the same amount. Aunt Jane was pregnant again, so she was the only one not drinking. My Grandparents couldn’t hold their liquor anymore and announced it was time for them to go to sleep in the RV.
Grandma pointed her finger in Billy’s face, “When I wake up in the morning you had better be in the cabin bed. If I see you’re car gone you’ll have serious hell to pay!”
Now we were able to start the adult games; We played Christmas Against Sanity and Christmas with Assholes. They were crude, offensive, and funny as fuck. It was ten o’clock now, and we all had at least four cups of Eggnog down. Billy had to go make another batch for our drinking pleasure. It was time to get my favorite game started, Adult Charades. This game got pretty wild because we all had to use our dirty imaginations, writing down things for others to act out.