Mistletoe Kisses

I smirk, watching her ass as she walks toward the bathroom, hoping her skirt will swish and I’ll get a peek. No such luck. Shaking my head, I walk over to the couch and sit on the opposite side, leaving the middle seat open for Noelle.

“So, she looks young,” my sister states. “Didn’t realize you’d started raiding day care centers for play dates.”

“She’s legal,” I assure her.

It’s mostly true. Noelle is 18. Would fucking her get me fired? Absolutely. But probably not thrown in jail.

I can only say probably because I don’t know how vindictive her mother is or how well Noelle would hold up if her mother pressured her to lie. In any case, I knew the risks before I latched my mouth onto her pussy and I did it anyway, so I get what I get.

“Oh, well, as long as she’s legal,” Carla says dryly, clearly unimpressed.

Noelle returns pretty hastily. Her coloring has returned to normal, but she’s still looking at the ground like she’s been caught doing something shameful and she’ll never be able to look anyone in the eye ever again.

Well, that won’t do.

“Come here,” I tell her.

Her gaze moves to the empty seat between me and Carla and she walks over, but before she can sit down, I lean forward and grab her around the waist, yanking her onto my lap.

“What are you—? I can’t sit on your lap,” she objects, darting a glance at my sister.

“Sure you can.” I curve my arm around her back and settle my other hand on the smooth flesh of her slim thigh.

Just touching her thigh heats me up. The blood rushing straight to my cock reminds me that while I got Noelle off in the driveway, I didn’t get mine.

I love my sister, but I wish she’d leave. There are a lot of naughty things I’d like to do to the pretty little elf shifting around on my lap, and I can’t do any of them with Carla here.

I glance over at my sister, hoping she’ll do the polite thing and get the hell out of here now that I have company. Instead of looking in any way ready to leave, though, she’s regarding us with a pensive, somewhat disturbed expression on her face. “You guys don’t, like, have a Santa kink, right? Is that a thing? She’s dressed as an elf and sitting on your lap, and I’ve gotta be honest, I have questions.”

Noelle grimaces. “No, no Santa kink. I was at work, that’s why I’m dressed this way.”

“What kind of job requires you to dress like an elf?”

Noelle absently smoothes down her elf skirt to better cover the thigh I’m not touching. “You know in the mall where kids can meet Santa and get their pictures taken?”

Carla’s eyebrows rise. “Oh. Is that a lucrative field?”

“No,” Noelle says on a little laugh. “It’s just an after school job, I’m only doing it for extra money for the holidays.”

Ah, fuck.

“After… school?” my sister questions, a note of concern in her voice.

Noelle’s eyes widen momentarily in horror, but her gaze quickly darts to me and she does her best to look more casual. “College. I’m a full-time university student and I need to focus on my studies during the school year, so I, um—my parents—my mom—I’m lucky in that my mom finances whatever I need while I’m in school, so I don’t need more than a minimum wage, seasonal gig for extra Christmas money.”

That wasn’t entirely smooth, but it could have gone much worse. Carla is clearly still skeptical since Noelle got so nervous about it. She probably didn’t buy it. She might pretend to for Noelle’s sake, to save her even more embarrassment, but she’s going to chew me out as soon as Noelle leaves.

Tonight will be an annoyance, but while my sister will definitely disapprove, I’m not worried about her telling anyone.

“That’s lucky,” Carla murmurs with an innocuous enough smile, but when her blue eyes land on me, it feels like laser beams are shooting out of them.

Yep, I’m in for it.

Since Noelle isn’t an idiot, she casts an anxious look my way, wordlessly apologizing for her slip-up. I don’t want her to worry about it. I’m the one who made the choice to pursue this, I knew all the risks involved, and if we had to encounter someone from the outside world together for the first time, I’m glad it was my sister.

Now that I’ve had my tongue in Noelle’s untouched pussy, I suppose we’re going to have to have a talk about how to handle the outside world.

I casually caress her thigh, a calm, steady movement to reassure her that everything’s fine. Since she’s right on my lap, I can feel the tension in her body. As I caress her thigh, it begins to melt under my touch.