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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

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  Bad

  Stepsister

  Christmas

  Carrie Breeze

  Bad Stepsister Christmas

  by Carrie Breeze

  Copyright © 2015 Carrie Breeze

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  from the author.

  The characters and events portrayed

  in this book are fictitious and come

  Strictly from the mind of the author.

  All characters portrayed are 18+

  at the time of sexual activity

  Chapter 1

  I’m a pretty astute observer of the human fuck scene - comes from experience. Yesterday, those experiences were almost too much for this filthy little thing to handle. In the afternoon I walked in on my boyfriend fucking another girl right on my living room couch. I chased his ass out with a butcher knife and told him if I ever saw his scuzzy face again I’d cut his dick off. Then, last night, after the company Christmas party, bombed off my ass, I let my step-dad fuck me - one of the great lays of my young life. However, mom was none too pleased the next morning - finding me and dad in bed together. Needles to say, she went fucking ballistic. In fact, had it not been for dad’s money she would have walked out on him right then and there. Sort of like the way I did that loser Jake. As a consequence, I’m the one out on my ass. So, now I’m back at my grungy little one bedroom apartment. The bright spot is that my best bud, Nancy, needed a place to stay. I could tell she was going through a little spell of the Christmastime blues. So, I told her, “Pack your shit, girl, and get that hot curvy ass of yours over here. We’re gonna be roomies. Get ready for some good old dirty fun for the holidays.” By this afternoon, she’s practically all moved in.

  “Since there’s only one bedroom we’ll have to share,” I say, leading the way in, our arms loaded down with her clothes. “I only have a couple outfits so there’ll be plenty of room in the closet for your stuff. You gonna be okay with sleeping in the same bed? Ever slept with a woman, Nance?” Shoving the couple blouses I own toward the end of the closet and hanging her stuff.

  “You mean, sexually?” Hanging the rest of her things on the rod. “No, never. I’m like guys…. Why, have you?”

  “Of course, silly,” plopping my ass down on the bed for a breather. Moving ‘s hard work. “I’ve done just about everything. You look shocked. A girl doesn’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy the comfort and pleasure of another girl. How long ‘s it been since since you’ve been with a man?”

  “Actually… I never have,” sitting down on the bed beside me.

  “Nancy,” touching her round cheek and turning her face so I can look her square in her sad puppy eyes. “What are you, twenty-three?”

  “Twenty-four.”

  “You’re twenty-four and still a virgin?”

  “Yup.” Her eyes watering up.

  “This Christmas you’re getting laid,” taking her pudgy hand and rubbing it. “That’ll be my Christmas gift to you - to find you one gorgeous hunk of man meat. No wonder you got the blues, girl. Well, don’t you worry. Holly ‘ll hook you up.”

  “That’s thoughtful, Holly. But,I’m not so sure I’m ready for that just yet.”

  “Nope, won’t take no for an answer,” draping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her in for a hug. “From here on out, it’s permanent happy hour - no one’s allowed to be sad. And, speaking of happy hour, what the hell ‘re our hands doing empty? We need drinks… there’s a bottle around here somewhere,” fishing around in the pile of dirty clothes under the bed, I pull out a pint of vodka. “Be right back,” returning in a minute with a couple glasses and a two liter bottle of Sprite. “Have you had many boyfriends?” I ask, topping our glasses. Sitting back down beside her, I hand her a glass and take the other. We clink-n-drink.

  “Just one in college, but I only went out with him three times. I was just too busy with my studies.”

  “Well, babe, you ain’t busy now. You got a great bod, you know that?” gulping my drink. I grab a cig from on top the nightstand and light up.

  “You don’t have to say that to make me feel good,” Nancy says, blushing slightly.

  “No, serious…. You ever smoke?”

  “Kidding?” shaking her head. “Of course not. It’s not healthy. Nor is it smart,” taking a drink.

  “Only if you let it get out of control. Here, it’ll give you a buzz,” she contemplates it then reluctantly takes it and puts it to her full red lips, at first only taking a baby puff, testing it. She pulls it away.

  “Yuk,” grimacing. But, she takes another, longer puff, not actually inhaling, and coughs. “It makes my lips tingle.”

  “Keep doin’ it and that’s not all that’ll tingle.” She takes another drag. “Okay, babe, I better take that back, now.” She passes it back. “How you feeling now?”

  “A little light headed,” sipping her vodka.

  “Fucking-A, right?” finishing my drink and standing, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. “Time to check your sexual inventory. If I’m gonna get you a man I need to know what you got underneath. Get undressed, babe.” I see she’s a little bashful so I start stripping, taking off the same shit I wore to the party yesterday - ratty t-shirt and crusty leather pants. Nancy gets up the courage and pulls her bulky Christmas sweater over her head, folds it neatly and lays it on the bed. She unzips her jeans and steps out of them, setting them aside with equal care. While I’m totally in the buff, standing in front of her, she’s still got her bra and granny panties on. “Everything, babe,” helping her. Both totally naked now, we stand toe-to-toe and smile. Both of us sport full furry bushes. Her body ‘s short and curvy while I’m tall and slim.

  “You have great fucking boobs, my dear,” taking in her big beautiful figure from head to toe. “What man in his right mind wouldn’t want to get his paws on these?” tracing the graceful curvature of her D-cups with my fingers. “Have you ever been touched by a man?” Her nipples began to swell at my slight touch.

  “Not my, breasts, no,”

  “Well,” this is how he would do it,” cupping them in my hands, squeezing them. She gasps in surprise but doesn’t resist. Nancy’s nipples harden. I roll them between my fingers, pinching and pulling them. She tilts her head back and sighs. “Okay, you get the idea,” releasing her breasts. “See what you been missing out on?”

  “That felt soooo good.”

  “Doll,” checking out her bush. “And, I thought I was bad, you’re so hairy it’s scary. Lets see what you’re hiding in that jungle,” leading her to a chair. “Put your foot up there on the chair.” I kneel down and, parting her bush, “You’ve seriously got a nice looking pussy. Your lips are so small and even. I got this one lip, on my left side, that hangs way down, see,” standing and arching my hips forward - parting my bush to give her a look. “Ha-ha-ha. That’s what too much fucking ‘ll do to ya.” Kneeling back down, I inspect the folds of her labia and check under her hood. I sniff her. Freshly washed. “When ‘s your next cycle?”

  “In a couple weeks.”

  “Everything looks ship-shape,” spreading her lips and taking a look at her hymen. “Yeah, you’re a virgin alright. But, with a little luck you’ll have a cock in there tonight.”

  “You sound so confident,” blushing.

  “I’ve got
connections. Hey, want to be adventuresome?”

  “In what way?”

  “Let’s shave,” pushing her into my scuzzy little bathroom. “Okay, I’ll do you, and then, you do me,” flipping the lid down on the toilet. “Sit and spread ‘em.”

  Nancy obeys like a schoolgirl while I pull out the electric razor from the towel cupboard, plug it in and turn it on. There’s nothing quite as bonding as when best friends shave each other’s pussies. We bare everything for each other. We trust each other with the most important part of our bodies. For, our pussies are where our power lies.

  As Nancy’s fur hits the floor, I begin to probe her for an understanding of her sex life.

  “So, what do you do to get off?”

  “I read.” Nancy watches me very closely as I maneuver the electric razor over her mound. Once done with it, I spread her right leg wider, actually lifting her ankle up and resting it on my shoulder so I can shave down along the side of her labia and over to the stray, rebellious pubes that have grown like weeds up onto her inner thigh. I then lift her leg way up so I can get her taint and around her lovely little asshole.

  “You get off by reading? You mean, erotica?” Lowering her right leg and then lifting her left and getting the other side of her pussy.

  “Oh, no. I read history. I’m into the Civil War right now - the Battle of Vicksburg.”

  “History? Girl, you need help. But, no worry, you got me.” Her bush is now gone - except for a five o’clock shadow. “Okay, babe, your turn to do me.” We switch positions, handing her the electric razor as I recline on the porcelain throne, spreading my legs wide for her. She’s a little timid, but, I guide her hand, wanting a close buzz. The razor feels almost like my first vibrator, way back when I was a teen, turning me on with fond memories of orgasms gone by.

  “O.M.G.” Nancy says. “You’re getting wet.”

  “I get excited very easily. Happens when you’re a nympho. Keep going.” She continues. But,I don’t have nearly as much fur as she did, so she finishes up in a matter of minutes. Together, we’ve left a pile of pubes the size of Mount Everest on the dirty white floor tiles.

  “You take care of that and I’ll get the shower going, we’re not done yet.” While Nance is flushing away the evidence of our former hairiness, I get out the shaving cream, coconut oil and a lady-disposable razor and turn on the water - getting it nice and steamy.

  “You look like a new woman, already,” smiling and hugging her as we enter the shower. “How do you like it?”

  “I feel sort of fresh, like a kid again, seeing all my curves and crevices down there. It’s kind of fun,” giggling.

  “Honey, the fun is just beginning.” I turn her around toward me, kneel, cup my hands and fill them with warm water and then soak her crotch. I lather her up good, giving her pussy a regular Santa’s beard, and then, with long smooth strokes, shave her pussy slick as a baby’s bottom.

  “So, I’m curious, Nance, I’ve never heard of a history book giving anyone an orgasm, when did you last have one?”

  She puts her finger on her chin and gazes up into the gathering steam, as if having to think really hard about it, “I think it was back in 2012.”

  “Oh - my - fucking - God. You got to be fucking kidding me. Girl, you’ve been missing out on the only reason for existing on this shitty planet. We are definitely going to change that tonight,” finishing shaving her. I rinse off the residue and then get her silky smooth with some coconut oil. “Damn, girl, you look irresistible.”

  “It feels weird, in an exciting way. I feel exposed and it’s kind of thrilling.”

  “Watch this. I love the taste of coconut oil,” spreading her tender lips, I flick my tongue at her clit, teasing it. She gasps, not believing what I’ve just done. But then, surrendering to the pleasure, tilts her head back and moans. I feel her tension release. Her legs go rubbery as her muscles tremble. I hold her ass tight, supporting her with both my hands, and then I move in for the kill - latching on to her little pleasure center with my lips. I give her a Hoover Special - sucking her full force while I probe her opening with my middle finger. Ever so gently, I insert my finger tip into her virgin cunt. She goes jelly on me, screaming, squirming, pushing her hands down on top of my head. I wrap my left arm around her soft curvy ass and pull her tight into my face. Mmm, I love the taste of sweet clit. She pants and cries and squirms and releases a golden fountain of tangy piss into my face. I own her.

  “Now, that’s what I like to see,” releasing her, standing, kissing and hugging her. “That’s just the beginning of tonight’s holiday festivities. You shave me and then we’re going shopping… for men.”

  Chapter 2

  My stepbrother, Chad, and I like to kid around a lot. And we really enjoy teasing each other around Holiday time. This Christmas he doesn’t know that I know that he’s taken a job as Santa. This opens up a whole Pandora’s box of horny good fun. Heard it through the grapevine that he’s doin’ his Santa gig downtown at Sorenson’s Department Store. Sorenson’s is in the heart of the city and it has a long tradition of promoting the Christmas spirit with fucking gaudy window displays and other gimmicks - their entire fifth floor is devoted Santa’s village.

  So, after losing our bushes, Nancy and I feel in the mood for a little Christmas shopping. With the afternoon sun glistening off the snow covered streets, the first stop we make is to the XXX Novelty And Convenience Store. It’s just a few blocks from Sorenson’s - in the Warehouse District.

  “This is where I do all of my holiday shopping,” holding the blacked-out glass door for Nancy as we step into the store. I cringe as we’re immediately assaulted with pop Christmas music blaring from the cheap house sound system. She’s never been in such a scandalous place so her eyes are popping. As with everywhere, the Triple X is into the holiday spirit. A string of flashing Christmas lights adorns the dark doorway leading to the viewing booths. Holly garlands decorate the steel racks holding the thousands of explicit DVDs available for rent or purchase. Wreathes hang from the cinder block walls framing posters advertising new DVD releases such as: Topping Santa’s Naughty List, and Tied, Wrapped and Whipped: A BDSM Holiday, and Christmas Tails: An Anal Adventure Compilation. I lead Nancy to the sex toy section. It occupies the store’s rear wall where red and green tinsel shimmer along racks holding dildos, cock rings, vibrators, handcuffs, blowup dolls, edible panties, lube and more. I get aroused just browsing through this stuff.

  “See anything that turns your crank, Nancy?” Smiling to her. She’s awestruck by a display of fourteen inch dildos. “How could anyone fit these inside themselves?”

  “You’d be amazed at the things I’ve seen girls shove up their cunts - pop bottles, baseball bats, orange road cone….”

  “No way.”

  “Well, not all the way, but, she gave it a good try,” winking.

  “You’re not talking about yourself, are you?”

  “For Pete’s sake, Nancy, what kind of girl do you think I am… okay, yeah, it was. Now, don’t grow too fond of those dildos,” she was admiring a ten inch black dong called, Daddy’s Whopper. “Hey, come check this out. This is what we need,” stopping at a display of crotchless panties. I grab two pair - a medium for myself and a large for her. “Think your bold enough to wear these,” handing her the large.

  “Who’ll know under my jeans, right?”

  “Fuck that, we’re going to wear these,” coming to a rack of Santa’s Honey red velvet halter mini dresses. I grab a large and hold it up in front of Nance. “Don’t this make you irresistible?”

  “It is kind of cute. But, this hem is way too short, barely long enough to cover my tush,” furrowing her tender brow.

  “Shit, that’s what you want, doll. You’ll be fighting the men off.”

  “It is only thirty dollars… settled. Let’s get it.”

  I grab a medium Santa’s Honey dress and we wind our way through the isles of browsing perverts to the checkout counter. We plop our stuff down on the glas
s counter, next to the lube, bullet vibrators and glow-in-the-dark cock rings.

  “Hey, aren’t these cute?” Nancy says, trying on a reindeer antler headband. There’s a whole rack of them next to the butt plugs.

  “Get it, get it. Grab one for me, too.”

  “You girls find everything you were looking for?” the greasy, pimply clerk says, stepping over to the till and scanning the tags of our items. He’s about our age and he’s wearing a black smock with the store’s logo - a dayglo lizard embroidered on the left breast. A smoldering cigarette dangles from his lips as he rings us up. He gives me the urge so I pull out my pack, grab two, one for each of us - Nancy hesitates but I tell her its part of an age old dating ritual - we light up.

  “No, not everything,” I say, exhaling a plume of smoke. “We’re looking for a couple hot studs,” winking seductively.

  “You’ll have to go down to Hennepin for that,” he says, real sleazy like. “We don’t allow soliciting in the store. That’ll be $59.95.” I swipe my card and then he rings up Nancy.

  “You got a changing room we can use?”

  “Sorry.”

  “How ‘bout those viewing booths?” eying the cave-like hall near the door.

  “You’re welcome to use them. However, you will need to purchase tokens.”

  “How much?”

  “A dollar for one - gives you ten minutes.”

  “Hand one over,” laying down a buck.

  I grab the token and we take our stuff. The viewing booth hall is dark as an ants asshole. As we step in, the Christmas music playing out in the store fades, giving way to, “Ah… ah… ah…. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me.” There ‘re about ten rooms. I tap on the first door and open it… it’s all dark except for the TV. On the screen, some dude is porking a chick from behind.

  “Hey, what the….” A voice comes from the darkness within. My eyes adjust to see a guy whacking his pud.

  “Excuse us,” I say, closing the door.