Under the Mistletoe (2 page)

Entering
the dining room everyone is already sat waiting for us.  I take the seat
between my Mom and Travis, across from Gabe.  "Sorry to keep you
waiting."

“You
okay honey?”

“I’m
fine Mom.”  Feeling Gabe’s eyes on me, I quickly look up, then away, not
knowing what he wants from me.  He knows me like no other, so he’ll know that
I’m upset, whether or not he figures out why, is something else.

“Okay,
everyone dig in.”  My father announces.  The noise level is just as I
remember.   Loud!

Eating
the supper my Mom has worked hard on, probably for my arrival home; I can’t
help but keep looking at Gabe.  Nearly every time I do, Tracy has her hand on
his arm or is touching him in some way.  I actually feel like stabbing Tracy’s
hand with my fork, telling her to keep her paws off my guy.

I
look up again and clash with Gabe’s eyes which are filled with as much longing
as I feel for him.  How I manage to get through the rest of the meal I’ll never
know, but as soon as I can I retreat to my room.

I
have a shower and put a nightshirt on along with my robe to keep the chill off
and slip my feet into my slippers.  I walk over to the window seat and sit
watching the snow fall.  Unable to hold my tears in, I just let them flow from
my eyes down my cheeks, for want of what I can’t have.

If
the looks Gabe kept throwing at me during supper mean anything, then he looked
to be just as tormented as I am.

Really
crying now, I place my head in my hands and let it all out; this has been
building for two years.  After awhile, I can hear everyone settling in for the
night.  Looking at the clock, I’m surprised to find its gone midnight.

I
go into the bathroom to wash my face then I open the bedroom door and listen
for movement downstairs to make sure there’s no one lingering around.  Not
hearing anyone, I quietly slip down to the kitchen and just pray no one joins
me, because I really don’t want to have to explain my puffy eyes.

GABE

Talk
about being pissed and frustrated as hell.  My frustration is probably lying
upstairs in her bed flat out asleep, while I’m down here trying to stop myself
from marching up the stairs and claiming her as mine for all time.

How
the hell have I got screwed up over my ‘sister’?
 
She was one when her parents had taken me in after my parents died.  I had no
other family and Bree’s mother had insisted I live with them.  Apparently, she
couldn’t abide to have me shipped off to child services, and working for the
Sheriff’s Department helped her to keep me with her family.

It
feels like I’ve been in love with her forever.  It was seven years ago when she
turned seventeen that I realized my feelings for her were more than brotherly. 
I’d hoped when she left for college to be able to get on with my life, which I
have to some extent, but I’m still alone and still have no one special to share
my life with.  Because the only person I want is upstairs.

When
Bree had climbed off the bus two years ago, I’d thought my heart had stopped,
she was stunning.  I’d kept to myself a lot that visit, catching glimpses here
and there and at meal times.  It had taken everything I had not to give myself
away, and now she’s home again.

Sitting
in the kitchen in the dark with a drink of whisky before heading home, I see
Bree walk softly into the room and straight to the fridge. 
How do I deal
with the object of my affection standing there looking hot as hell in her short
robe?
  Not thinking, I walk and stand behind the door.

She
closes the door and nearly drops the milk, “Christ, you scared me to death.” 
Walking over to the cupboard to get a glass for the milk, she can’t bring
herself to look at me.

“Look
at me Bree.”  I say, moving in close to her back, not touching, but close
enough for her to know I’m there.

“No.”

I
put my hands on her shoulders and turn her around to face me.  I smooth my
hands up to her face in a light caress as she finally looks into my eyes.

She
takes hold of my arms and as I look into her eyes they fill with tears and start
to fall down her face, “Bree, please don’t cry.”  With a groan, I lean in
closer and place soft kisses on her cheeks to try and stem the flow of tears. 
“God Bree, you’re killing me…. Have you got any idea how difficult it is to
stay away from you?  All I want to do is take you to my bed and keep you there.”

She
lifts her tear-filled eyes to look at me again, “You want me?”  She whispers in
disbelief.

“More
than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything.  Bree, Tracy was here to keep you
away from me.  But I can’t fight you, I had no idea it would hurt so much,
hurting you by bringing her here tonight.”

“I
want you too Gabe, so much. I feel as though I always have.”  Moving closer to
me she puts her hands on my hips.  My cock feels ready to burst and with her hands
on my hips, she keeps opening and closing her fists, which is driving me crazy.

Reaching
up Bree puts her lips to mine for our very first kiss.  She licks slowly along
my upper lip and then my lower one, she then dips her tongue into my mouth for
a taste of me, and withdrawing her tongue she then plunges it forward again. 
Finally having enough of the teasing, I take a firm hold of her head and
plunder her mouth with my tongue, making us both forget everything, but each
other.

Untying
her robe, I push it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.  Taking
hold of her butt, while still assaulting her mouth, I bring her up against my
erection.  She wraps her arms around my neck; I lift her up to me as she wraps
her legs around my waist and starts to grind her pussy against my cock.

I’ve
wanted her for years and to finally have her in my arms has me so worked up I’m
not sure I can last.  Pulling my mouth away from her, I want to make this last
and I also DO NOT want to make love to her in her parent’s kitchen.  But I
can’t leave her like this, hell I’m not even sure I can walk anywhere with my
cock stiff as hell.

 “I
need to taste you.”

“Yes.”

Setting
her down on the edge of the kitchen table I push her back, so she’s lying flat,
dropping to my knees, I lift her nightshirt and open her legs, putting them
over my shoulders.

Smoothing
my hands around the top of her thighs, I move slowly licking along her inner
thigh.  As I get closer to her pussy, I just breathe in her scent.  God, I
could come from the smell of her, my cock’s throbbing in my jeans.

Opening
them has my cock springing free.  I take hold of my erection and start to apply
pressure while I move my hand up and down a few times.

Sticking
my tongue out, I lick along her outer lips opening her up to my mouth.  I then dip
my tongue into her channel making her gasp in pleasure.

“Gabe
that feels good.”

“This
is mine.  No one else’s, but mine.”  I say as I put my tongue inside her again.

“It’s
yours.”  Bree whispers to me.

Using
one hand to rub between her legs, I insert one finger into her, then another,
all the while I fist my cock.

Using
my mouth on her clit, sucking and licking, I continue to make love to her with
my mouth and fingers.

I
start to feel tingles at the base of my spine telling me I’m about to come. 
Hell
. 
I need Bree to come first.  I speed up the movement of my fingers and the hand
fisting my cock.   Bree starts to moan and tighten around my fingers as she
starts coming, my balls pull up as I reach climax and shoot all over the floor.

Pulling
my fingers out of Bree, I lick her between her pussy lips not yet able to pull
away from her taste.  Even my cock is rising again for action and we haven’t
even caught our breath.

I
start to move away to clean up under the table before I completely forget – she
has me so tied up in knots, “No Gabe.”  Bree cries out.

Still
breathing heavy with shaky legs, I manage to stand up, “I’m not going anywhere,
but I need to clean up under the table.”  I tell her as I feel my face starting
to heat.

Quickly
pulling my jeans up and zipping them, but leaving them unbuttoned, I grab some
kitchen paper and clean up, just hoping I haven’t missed any.

Depositing
the kitchen paper in the trash, I turn and look at Bree.  She’s still lying on
the table with her nightshirt around her waist and legs spread wide open. 
Looking at her pussy; she’s glistening with her own juices, which has me so
hard I’m not sure I can think straight.   Never have I been so hard before, so
quickly, I really need to be inside her and soon, but not here.

“Bree,
will you come to my place with me?  I want to make love to you in a bed, not
like this.”  I ask her, buttoning my jeans to try and contain my cock that just
wants to come out and play again.

“Yes….But
what will we tell my folks?”  She whispers.

Damn
. 
I forgot about her parents.  Looking at Bree she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever
met and I’m so in love with her.

I
help her up from the table, straightening her nightshirt; I then help her into
her coat while she’s slipping her feet into her thermal boots.

I
put my hands on either side of her face and bring her in close for a soft kiss,
“I’ll bring you back real early before they wake up.  If that’s what you want?”

“I
think that would be the best thing to do for now.”  Bree says.

My
heart flips when she says that.  I know it’s for the best.  She can’t really
answer any other way, but I actually wanted her to tell me she wants to stay
with me at my cabin.

Hurrying
to my truck, I open the door, giving her a shove up into the cab.  I cover her
legs with a blanket.

Driving
the short distance to my cabin, I’m so nervous and aroused all at the same
time.  I’ve wanted her for so long and even the orgasm we’ve both just shared
hasn’t managed to relieve the ache I have for her.  I just want to bury myself
so deep inside her that neither of us knows where the other one starts.

GABE

Parking
my truck, I climb out and run around to the opposite side pulling Bree into my
arms carrying her straight into my cabin, through the lounge and to my bedroom
where I put her gently down at the foot of the bed.

Seeing
the hot look in Bree’s eyes, I quickly pull my boots off and throw my coat
somewhere on the floor, while Bree does the same, but follows her coat with her
nightshirt.

She’s
now standing in front of me naked with breasts just ready and waiting for my
mouth.  I can’t take my eyes from her; she’s exquisite.

Reaching
to remove my t-shirt, reality hits, “Shit, I don’t have any condoms.”

She
looks at me with a smile, “I’m on the pill.” 
Why the hell is she on the
pill?
   “I’m on the pill to regulate my periods.”

I
feel so much relief hearing it isn’t because she has a guy back in LA, “I
haven’t been with anyone for over two years and my last test five months ago
came back clean.”

“Then
what are you waiting for,” she says as she turns and climbs onto my bed, giving
me one hell of a view of her perfect butt while she crawls further up.

I
just stand looking at her, “You’re just perfect Bree.  You’re much better than
any dream.”

She
smiles at me, “You’ve been dreaming about me?”

“I
dream about you all the time, babe,” I reply, quickly removing my clothes.

“Then
I’ll tell you, that in the kitchen, you gave me my very first orgasm.”

I’m
stunned and can’t get my head around what she’s telling me, “Kiss me Gabe.”

Diving
onto the bed, I lean over and kiss her slowly, then move down to take first one
breast into my mouth.  I lick and massage her nipple, making her writhe under
me as I do the same with the other one.

Releasing
her breast, I lift her further up the bed.  She moves her legs so they’re
spread wide on either side of me, giving me one hell of a view of her weeping
pussy as I’m now knelt between her thighs.

 “Shit,
you have me so friggin’ excited, I can’t think straight.  This is probably
going to be quick.”

I
take hold of my cock and rub the tip backwards and forwards against Bree’s
entrance, before I enter her slowly, making us both groan.  As I move slightly
further inside her, I come up against a barrier. 
Fuck, she’s a virgin.
 
How the hell has she not had sex before?  “Bree?”   I look down at her, holding
on by a thread.  She’s so damn tight around the tip of my cock and has me so aroused;
I’m seconds away from coming.

“I
should have told you.  Please don’t stop.  I want you inside me so much.”

“Christ. 
I’m going to do it quick okay?  Just keep breathing and the pleasure will
return, I promise.”

With
my cock wedged in Bree’s entrance, I move in closer to her and bring us chest
to chest.  I start to kiss her, chasing her tongue backwards and forwards into
her mouth.