Christmas
"Nngh… hnn…!"
My cock eased into Ye-na little by little, parting her folds. Softened by her slick, the ridges of her pussy wrapped around me with gentle insistence. My balls gave a hard, answering throb—enough to settle the old mystery of why so many Christmas babies get made.
"Haa… haa…."
Ye-na began to rock slowly up and down, letting out those soft, lewd little sounds. The pace was unhurried, but the squeeze was fierce. The position itself, plus the extra heat of the night, had her wound tighter than usual. Every wet, sticky sound of our joined bodies rang clear in my ears. Each time I gripped her waist and guided her, a fine tremor ran through her hips.
"Oppa…."
"Yeah."
She started picking up speed. Staying bent over forever would get uncomfortable, so I rose from the bed.
"Hnn—!"
The shift drove my cock in at a new angle, pressing hard against her most sensitive spot. She lost her balance, nearly toppling forward, and only caught herself by bracing against the wall. I kept moving my hips right there, claiming her body without pause.
"Today… it's so much deeper…!"
"That's because of the outfit you're wearing…."
"Haa, nngh, hnn…!"
I flipped her skirt up. Full, round ass and the place where we were locked together came into view. The more I thrust, the more her pussy clung to my cock with that sticky, greedy grip, as if begging me not to pull out. The wet slap of flesh and her moans carried so clearly that the complete lack of noise complaints only proved how smart I'd been to pick a place with solid soundproofing.
"Oppa… I want to see your face…."
I turned her around, pinned her to the wall, and lifted one of her legs. I didn't need to look; pure feel found the entrance and I slid back in.
"Hnnngh…."
She bit back her moans against my mouth while I teased her cute little breasts. She told me not to touch them, yet her body never once pulled away.
"Why do you keep touching them…."
"Because they're cute."
Personally I think a grown woman with a mature A-cup has nothing to be shy about. They don't look childish; an A-cup has its own charm. And these days the ass is the real trend anyway—makes thrusting that much better.
"Lift your other leg."
"Are you sure…?"
"It'll be fine… probably."
Still buried inside her, I hooked both of her legs over my arms. Part of me wondered whether I could actually manage a full lift-and-fuck right now, but the urge to try it wouldn't quit. After all, holding a girl like that means you've completely conquered her.
"Nngh, uh, hnn… haaah!"
All those hours at the gym must have paid off; moving her barely cost me any strength. Instead the sharp slap of skin on skin drowned out everything except the wet trickle of her juices. I wanted to go harder, faster, even if it meant pushing myself.
"Oppah, slower… just a little slower…!"
"I… can't…!"
Impossible. If anyone could stay rational in a moment like this, the world would have far fewer unwed mothers and shotgun weddings. My head had forgotten the steps, but the body remembered the way a soldier remembers stripping a rifle—pure muscle memory. Her ass pressed against my balls, milking the cum right out of me. The climax I'd been holding back for so long finally hit its limit.
"Nngh, ooh…!"
"Ugh!"
With her clear permission I came inside her. Warmth flooded from my cock. Her pussy kept clenching, wringing every drop.
"Haa… haa…."
"Uhhnn…."
Ye-na clung to me, still trembling around my cock. The soft plop of cum dripping onto the floor proved just how much I'd given her.
"Lie down."
"Okay."
The moment I stretched out on the bed she climbed on top, no words needed, and sank onto my cock again, rolling her hips.
"You like it? Feels good?"
"Yeah. It does…."
Ye-na leaned more S than M, so she loved riding me like this. Feeling my cock trapped and tormented inside her made her feel superior, she said, and that turned her on.
"Really? You like it?"
"Ugh…."
She spun her hips in a frantic circle; the bedframe creaked under us. Honestly my cock was starting to ache, but cowgirl has always been more for the woman's pleasure. Still, that razor edge between pain and pleasure kept me surrendering to every move she made.
"Oppa’s is right here…?"
"……."
She pointed at her lower belly, showing me exactly how deep I was, then wrapped her arms around me and ground her ass in tight little circles, tormenting my cock. Exhausted as I was, the constant teasing felt like being raped from both ends.
"Oppa. Touch my chest."
"Like this…?"
"Harder…!"
She demanded I squeeze what little she had as hard as I could, almost as if she wanted me to wring the flesh out of her.
"Faster…!"
"……."
I worried it would hurt, but that seemed to be exactly what she was after. It felt like she was testing just how far I was willing to go with her.
"Haaah…!"
I had no choice; I crushed her breasts as hard as I could, gathering every scrap of soft flesh. Ye-na shuddered violently, toppled backward, and squirted. Warm fluid cascaded down my body.
"Ugh…!"
"Ah, it hurts…."
"Sorry…."
Her pussy kept spasming around me, milking out whatever cum I still had left. I'd never seen her squirt this much before—enough to soak my entire chest.
"Haa…."
I had no strength left to move. Ye-na seemed just as spent, only shallow breaths escaping her.
"Oppa… can I sleep…?"
"Yeah…."
In the end the Santa girl and her boyfriend fell asleep tangled the wrong way around until morning.
Maybe we went too hard; my lower back was killing me. My joints felt like they were grinding. Even the lewd scent seemed to have soaked into my skin.
"……."
"……Oppa."
"Hm?"
"You're not… disappointed in me, right?"
"Disgusted? Out of nowhere? Why?"
"I… asked you for weird stuff… and I even squirted all over you…."
"Ah. So what? I liked it."
"You like that kind of thing?"
"Not exactly… I just like honesty."
"Really?"
As long as it doesn't leave permanent scars or get filthy, almost no one actually hates it when someone they care about has a quirky fetish. She's someone I like; something like that is nothing. And once I was on the receiving end, it felt pretty good.
"Haaam… I'm so tired."
"Of course you are. Go home and sleep."
She tried to leave without showering out of pure laziness; I barely managed to drag her under the water. No way was I letting her walk out reeking of sex.
"Mmph… mm…."
At the front door I pulled her into a deep kiss. Even then I had to fight down another surge of heat.
"I'm home."
"Welcome back."
"Hello."
After a long stretch I headed over to my sister's place. The first things that hit me were decorations everywhere and a massive Christmas tree dominating one corner of the living room. Fluffy white fluff covered the floor like fallen snow, gift boxes sitting on top of it. I'd heard Ye-rim loved this kind of holiday fuss, but I never expected it to go this far.
"Perfect timing."
"Something going on?"
"Yeah. I made steak."
"Oh~"
Steak after burning that much energy. Just hearing the menu made my mouth water.
"I knew I smelled something good."
"Figured we'd celebrate Christmas properly."
"Brother-in-law's here?"
"Hello."
My sister and her husband sat down across from Ye-rim and me. The whole scene should have felt natural, yet something about it sat wrong—like one person was being left out. I couldn't quite meet my brother-in-law's eyes.
"There's wine too?"
"It goes with the meal. Have a glass."
"Gladly. You too, hyung."
We poured for each other and toasted. Among the deep reds of the wine sat one cute little glass of orange juice—Ye-rim's, since she still couldn't drink.
"Mmm! This is seriously good."
"Don't praise me so much. It's embarrassing…."
"How can I not when it tastes this good?"
Meat that sliced clean along the grain, that perfect sweet-salty depth of flavor. For someone who likes medium-rare, my sister's cooking was pure heaven. Hard to believe this was the same woman who used to live on delivery food.
"Hoo…."
I rubbed my full stomach, broadcasting just how satisfied I was. Honestly, warm and stuffed like this, if I went home right now I'd be out cold in seconds. My head already felt hazy.
"I'll help."
"No need. You're a guest—just sit."
"Honey, you help me."
"Me…?"
Instead of letting me get up, she dragged her husband into the kitchen. That left Ye-rim and me alone.
"Hoo…."
"Uncle, your face is all red."
"Is it…?"
I can usually hold my liquor, but either this wine was stronger than usual or pure exhaustion was catching up with me. I couldn't tell which.
"Wow, look how warm you are."
Ye-rim poked my cheek with a fingertip, fascinated. She was closer than I expected.
"If I drank, would I get like you, Uncle?"
"I don't know… maybe."
"Why don't you know? We have the same blood."
"……."
A cold shiver ran straight down my spine and wiped the pleasant buzz clean away.
"What did you do yesterday, Uncle?"
"Yesterday? Um…."
"……You were with your girlfriend, right? Why the long pause?"
"Yeah… why did I pause?"
"You're not interested in me, are you?"
"…I don't think so."
"You don't think so?"
Of course I was interested in Ye-rim—plenty. As a relative, as a daughter, as someone whose life I was responsible for. Any other kind of interest would be catastrophic.
"I'm super interested in you, Uncle."
"Yeah…?"
"Just a second."
Ye-rim scampered off to her room, then beckoned me inside.
"First time in my room, right?"
"Yeah. Guess so."
I might have stepped in once when she was little, but I didn't remember it. The moment I entered, a nice scent hit me—not something a diffuser could make. The clean, proper smell that only belongs to a schoolgirl.
"Uncle."
"Hm?"
"Did you wear a Santa outfit…?"
"No?"
"Not you… who cares what you wore."
"Ah… ahh…."
"……Your tastes are something else, Uncle."
The way I hesitated between answering and staying quiet, Ye-rim took as a yes.
"Can't be helped, then."
"Wait, hold on… Ye-rim…?"
"Yes?"
Without any warning she started undressing. Hands slipped under her thick knit sweater and peeled it off over her head. Something was about to begin—
"Ta-da."
"Ah…… so you were wearing it underneath."
Under the heavy sweater was a fresh little Santa outfit. Completely different vibe from the sexy version Ye-na had worn the night before. Ye-rim looked a bit shy as she brushed her side bangs aside.
"Me… Merry Christmas."
"Yeah… Merry Christmas."
"What were you thinking just now?"
"……Nothing at all."
Probably.