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  “Get the hell out of here, Jake,” screaming in his face. I grab a fistful of nuts from the snack table and fling them in his face. They stun him slightly, his eyes blink from the salty dust. He lets go of my elbow. “It’s over, loser. Get over it.”

  “I’m sorry about me and Heidi today. We were both stoned. It was just some impulsive thing. I promise it’ll never happen again.” He screams this in my face, fists clenched like he’s going to punch me.

  “Too late, jerk-off,” throwing my beer in his face.

  “You’re coming with me, Holly,” grabbing my arm again. I try to pull away but he’s too strong. People have gathered around.

  “Let the girl go.” It’s Dane. He steps out of the crowd and clamps an iron hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Let my daughter go or you will feel pain like you’ve never felt it before.

  “Buzz off, asshole.” Jake says, trying to wrench out of Dane’s grasp.

  “Time for you to go, junior.” Dane grabs Jake’s Santa coat collar and literally drags him, kicking and screaming obscenities, to the door and sends him flying head-first into a snow bank. My dad - my hero.

  Dane slams the door, locks it, and returns to the festivities. Everything returns to normal - as if that loser never happened. Mandy resumes the Yankee swap. Nancy has number nineteen. She gets an over-sized window scraper for her car. She trades it for a twenty dollar box of chocolates. My gift has yet to be picked. After a while and a few more beers, we get down to number three. My turn to pick. Three presents left - mine and two others. Do I grab my own gift? Take it back? Nope. I go for a long, flat package. It’s a box of assorted bath oils. Fuck that. I trade it for Ashley’s bottle of Jack. She doesn’t complain, win - win. Gift number two is a thirty-five dollar gift certificate for Lund Brothers Coffee House - best coffee in town. Needless to say it isn’t swapped.

  One present left - my vase wrapped in the brown paper bag. I nearly shit myself when I see it’s Dane who has the number one ticket. He steps forward and hoists the bag, putting on a show, trying to guess what’s in it.

  “What have we here? Hm, feels like something….” Crunching the bag in his thick, manly fingers. He shakes it. “I’d say it’s something to put long pointed objects in.” Everyone laughs. He opens the bag and pulls out the vase. My eyes are glued to him. Adrenaline is pumping hard and fast through my veins. Do I want him to read that? Fuck yeah, that’s what I want. He sees the rolled up napkin stuck in its neck, pulls it out, unrolls it and reads it. I read his lips, Good for one free fuck. Redeemable anytime, anywhere. Holly Iverson. His brow furrows and he shoots me a quick subtle ice blue laser beam from his cold hard eyes. Then he chuckles, folds up the napkin and slides it into his shirt pocket.

  “What’s it say?” people are shouting. “Read it. Read it.” Mom is right up there, too. “What does it say, dear?”

  “It said, ‘May the season find you extraordinarily happy tonight.’ You know, I believe I’ll swap this for… another kind of happiness, a bottle of Jack.” He threads his way through the crowd, making his way to me. “Merry Christmas, honey,” he says, pecking my cheek while whispering, “Meet me in the drawing room in ten minutes.” We exchange gifts and he triumphantly lifts high the bottle of Jack amid raucous cheers and laughter.

  The nauseous Christmas music comes back to full volume and everyone resumes their mirthful good times. I’m sweating bullets. Either my dad is going to chew me a new asshole or I’m in for the fuck of my life.

  Chapter 5

  Someone, think he’s the butler, shows me to the drawing room. It’s just down a short hallway from the banqueting room. It’s quiet here. All alone with a roomful of shelved old books. The lighting is low which is good cos I feel pretty zonked. The alcohol is running like fire in my veins. Plop down on a love seat, one foot up on the far cushion and lean back on an armrest, pull out a cigarette, light up and chill, flicking the ashes on the hardwood floor.

  Dad comes in looking sexy as hell - tie loosened and collar unbuttoned. He lifts my foot off the love-seat and drops it onto the floor, forcing me to turn and sit up like a respectable girl. He sits down beside me, the love-seat groaning under the weight of his huge body. His massive frame takes up the bulk of the seat, pressing me in between the armrest and his mighty left thigh. It feels like granite next to mine. He’s holding a tumbler of what looks like Jack - takes a swallow, sighs and reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out my notorious napkin note.

  “Good for one free fuck,” he reads, a bemused smile playing on his lips. “Holly, Holly, Holly, what am I going to do with you? Hm? Looking at me with his intense sapphire eyes.

  “You can cash that in right now, dad, if you’d like,” working my hand up his thigh toward the mighty bulge in his crotch that I’m over-eager to explore.

  “I’ll hold on to it for now,” replacing it in his shirt pocket and dropping his strong hand down onto mine, stopping me just inches from paydirt. “I came in to talk. You’ve had quite an evening… with your boyfriend crashing the party….”

  “Former boyfriend,” taking a drag off my cigarette and blowing a long plume of blue smoke up at the vaulted ceiling.

  “Mind if I have a hit off that?” I hand it to him. He inhales deeply and lets out a longer plume. Together we’re engulfing the room in a thin blue haze. It looks kind of mystical with all the old antique furniture. Sinks me into a mellow romantic mood. “Ah, feels good. Been a few years since I’ve had a puff.”

  “Don’t want to get you started on any bad habits,” taking the cig back.

  “So, tell me, why did you break up with, ah….”

  “The loser’s name is Jake, but it might as well be shithead. Caught him humping another bitch. Walked into my apartment this afternoon and saw her fat ass riding up and down on his scrawny dick. Right there on the couch in plane sight of God and everyone. Chased them both out with a butcher knife. Think I could use some of that,” holding my hand out towards his glass.

  “You look pretty drunk already, but, here,” hands me the tumbler. I throw back what’s left of the Jack and drop the empty glass clinking on the floor. “I needed that,” smiling into his bronzed, chiseled face. His eyes sparkle back at me. “And I need a real man,” snuggling up to his rock-solid torso. He wraps his huge left arm around my slender shoulders and pulls me in tight. His warmth ignites a fire in my limbs. Don’t know if it’s the alcohol or him. But, suddenly, my whole body is tingling and feeling loose and fuzzy.

  “I like the way you feel, dad,” I purr into his thick neck. My eyes follow the network of veins that ripple across his muscles, down to where they disappear beneath his shirt, desperately wishing it were off him right now.

  “You got spunk, Holly,” sniffing my disheveled hair. Probably smells like mice - haven’t washed it in so long. “Remind me of your mother.”

  “Why did you marry, mom. You’re so much younger. You could have any woman you want - me for example,” winking into his eyes. He smiles and chuckles, patting my arm.

  “Because she’s a fine lady and a very sexy woman. Fine women turn me on. You could be one, Holly, if you get your act together,” scrutinizing my body. “Yes, I see it, under that rough, unpolished exterior hides something that men would give vast fortunes for.”

  I feel myself blush, which is very rare. He’s looking deep into my eyes. That hypnotic charm is cranked up to eleven. Slightly hidden by his five o’clock stubble, there’s a jagged scar running along his rock-solid jaw line, giving him an air of danger and adventure. His musky after-shave takes me someplace forbidden but desirable. My heart flutters. He has me in his power. His full lips are only an inch away. I want to kiss him so badly, but do I dare?

  “I want to please you, dad,” I murmur. “I want to be a fine woman for you.”

  “I know you do, sweetheart, but you must do what I say…. I’ve just talked with your mother. She’s admitted she has no control over you and, so, she’s placed all of your discipline into my hands.” He pecks my lips as if anti
cipating my desires and granting them a brief reprieve. My loins tingle. They cry for more but, just then, mom enters the room and I back off.

  “Ah, there you two are,” walking over to us and laying a loving hand on Dane’s shoulder. “It looks like you’ve had your little talk. Dear, the guests are getting ready to leave.”

  “Well,” he says, standing and stretching. “I’d better go out and send them off with holiday cheer. Holly,” turning to me and smiling warmly. “I’ve had Chad - he’s the fellow who showed you in here to this room earlier - I’ve had him make up a room for you upstairs. I’ll send him in and he’ll lead you to it. Get settled, get comfortable and I’ll be up in a bit to continue our talk.” He gently strokes my rat’s nest hair, turns and leaves with mom.

  My loins are burning for him.

  Chapter 6

  I’m so beat and drunk I literally fall into bed. It’s so huge and comfy and my senses are so fuzzy I hardly notice anything else. The room’s a blur. Chad leaves, closing the door. Next thing I notice, someone’s tugging at my ankle.

  “Holly, wake up….”

  “Wha….” My hair’s in my eyes. Slowly, the room fades back into consciousness.

  “Holly, sit up.” It’s dad. He’s changed into a polo shirt and jeans. His hands reach under my arms. “That’s it, up you go.”

  “Dad, what time is it? Has everyone left?” I yawn and stretch and then feel more alive. Our talk in the drawing room returns to me. “So, what’s up?”

  “It’s time to get started making a respectable woman out of you and the first thing we have to do is to get you cleaned up. Come on, on your feet, that’s it.” He takes my hand, helps me up onto my feet, and leads me out into the hall and down to the most palatial bathroom I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s bigger than the living room in my apartment. He closes the door and faces me.

  “Are you on board with me here,” locking his strong eyes onto my rather hazy baby browns.

  “I’m cool,” I say rather dreamily, entertaining lusty fantasies of what this entails.

  “Good,” stepping over to the shower, he turns on the water and then hand tests it for the right temp. Steam billows up mirroring the sexual excitement building in my groin. “We’re going to get you out of these grungy clothes,” returning to me and lifting the bottom of my ragged t-shirt. He pulls it up above my perky little boobs. My nipples turn hard as pebbles as they hit the open air. They ache for his full lips. Having my dad see them exposed sends a thrill of excitement through my veins. I raise my arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over my head. He tosses it into a nearby hamper. His eyes smile, soaking in the sight of his stepdaughter’s firm supple breasts, pleading for his tender touch. This turns me on to no end, feeding the flames of my desire.

  “Is mom coming to join us?”

  “Nope, she’s turned in for the night,” he says, crouching and unzipping my leather pants.

  “So, it’s just you and me?” Playing with his tousled hair.

  “That’s right, darling.” Pealing down my tight pants, I help him by wiggling my hips. I don’t wear panties. The instant my dark fur hits the air it fluffs out - pubes almost poke him in the eye. He helps me step out and then tosses the pants in with my shirt.

  “Like what you see?” Twirling around for him, shaking my tight little bare tush. I’ve always wanted to be a stripper. Maybe this is the start of a new career.

  “Very lovely, no, I take that back. Very hot,” smiling broadly. He takes my hand and walks me over to the shower. “In you go.” The warm water feels heavenly.

  “Aren’t you coming in, too?” I pout.

  “Nope, I’ve already had mine,” smiling. “Besides, you’re dirty enough for both of us,” he chuckles, tilting my head under the warm water, soaking my hair. He fills his palm with shampoo and then works it in, really massaging my scalp. It tingles all the way down into my brain, feeling so good, totally dispersing all the bad vibes that had accumulated in it over the course of the day and, from along time before, too. I feel more alive, a new person. He rinses out the suds and applies some really good jasmine-smelling conditioner and, after a minute, rinses that out, too.

  “So, tell me, Holly,” he says, soaping up a sponge. “What are the really dirty parts of your body, where should I start?”

  “Oh, no question, my boobs are very dirty. They have a lot of caked-in dirt. You better go over then very thoroughly,” I say, flashing him a devilish smile. The twinkle in his eye tells me he likes the sound of that.

  “Given how tasty they look, that’s completely understandable,” completely lathering up both of my small but sensitive tits. He then sets down the sponge and massages in the soap with his large strong hands, squeezing the shit out of each breast. Oh, I moan with agonizing delight. He pinches my hard nipples and rolls them between his fingers, making sure to get them especially clean. I tilt my head back, lost in bliss, as the warm water washes away the suds.

  “Where else are you hiding dirt, my dear?” Picking up the sponge and soaping it again.

  “I’ve been saving the dirtiest place for last,” I demure.

  “You bad girl. Where is it?”

  “Down here,” pointing to my bush.

  “I’m glad you said something. I’ll have it clean in no time,” inserting the sponge between my legs. He lathered up my crotch with extra suds and then, again, sets it down. My legs go rubbery as he works his thick fingers through the many folds of my pussy, inserting one deep up into my cunt and another one way up into my asshole. He scrubs these holes good, getting all the accumulated grunge. My flesh quivers.

  “Oh, dad, it feels so good to get clean. But, don’t forget about my clit.” I grind it into the heal of his palm. His arm is strong as steel. It’s like I’m sitting on an iron pipe. I’m lost in delight and just start singing. I don’t know what. Just nonsense lyrics.

  “I think you’re clean, now.” He laughs, rinsing me and turning off the water. “Don’t want to wake everyone.” He helps me step out and towel dries me, afterward wrapping me in a plush terrycloth robe.

  “Feel better?”

  “I’ve had more pleasure in one shower than I’ve probably had all year.”

  “Good, you’re looking more like a refined woman already. I’ll escort you back to your room.”

  Chapter 7

  Inside my room, Dane closes the door, turns to me and pulls out a piece of paper from his back pocket.

  “It’s time to cash in,” he says, unfolding the paper and handing it to me.

  “Fucking about time, dad,” I say, letting the note fall to the floor, shrugging off my robe and leaping into his arms. I lock onto his lips, tasting his hot breath, our two tongues mating like long lost lovers. My hungry hands search out the strong cable-cords of muscles that ripple throughout his v back. He clutches my tiny ass in one meaty paw and draws me tight up against his heat. Growing beneath his pants, I feel his massive cock gouge my tummy.

  “I want you, now. I can’t wait. I’m melting,” I pant into his neck.

  “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you,” he breaths, biting my ear.

  He lifts me light as a feather and deposits me onto the bed, bouncing on the soft mattress. I fall back and spread my legs wide, waiting to be ravaged as he pulls off his polo shirt. His chest is so massive it’s scary, like a tank and covered with hair. I gasp, wondering if I’m ready for this. But, the moment he unzips all doubt vanishes. His jeans and boxers fall unleashing such enormous beauty as I’ve never seen before. The twelve inches arcing up from his groin is like the right hand of God Himself.

  As Dane descends upon my bed I tilt my head back and close my eyes preparing for the Armageddon of bliss to come. The bed sinks under his weight as I feel his bulk approach the hot wet chasm between my legs. Every cell in my body is a firecracker of ecstasy ready to explode as his massive head fondles my lips and teases my clit.

  “Take me, dad, ravage me.” I grab him and greedily guide him to my door. I’m soppin
g wet and ready. “Take me, now.”

  “Baby, I’m going to give you joy like you’ve never felt before.”

  He plunges into me, slowly… slowly… slowly.

  My walls expand to accommodate his girth - little by little. Starbursts of sheer delight bloom behind my eyelids as he plunders me ever deeper - all the way to the very depths of my being. I clench and hold him, never wanting to let go. But, he’s too powerful and starts thrusting - pounding me ever deeper and harder. With each stroke, I feel the full force of his weight press down upon me. The feeling gives me a sense of awe of the strength of this manly beast that’s besieging me. My flesh trembles and erupts into spasms of ecstasy that ripple through every muscle. I reach up and clutch his hair for something to hold onto. I can’t contain it any longer and scream to the cosmos as my world explodes within me.

  Dane grunts like and angry stallion being whipped by some unseen sadistic rider. Furious, he pumps faster and pushes deeper. Till, finally, with one powerful Earth-shattering stroke, the corral gates open and he releases a storm of seed. Baby horses run wild through my every fiber as I feel his throbbing member drain him for all he’s got. As the horses thunder off into the distance, Dane pulls out and falls down along beside me. I hug him, both of us drenched in sweat and breathing hard like we’ve just rode to Saturn and back.

  I float in a sea of bliss, never wanting to come back to earth.

  “Merry Christmas, Holly,” Dane says, smiling and gently kissing my forehead.

  “Merry Christmas, dad.

  If you enjoyed this story you can follow more of Holly’s naughty holiday fun in:

  Bad Stepsister Christmas

  Here’s a tasty preview:

  “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.