Christmas Wish for Sister

Christmas Wish for Sister. Author: Siscentis. The story is including: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female Genres. A typically indifferent brother discovers that a little sympathy can go a long way.

Christmas Wish for Sister

Author: Siscentis

Kyle knew what his Christmas wish was.

His family had a tradition. Every year on Christmas Eve, they’d each write a secret wish on a small piece of paper and throw it into the fire place. If they were lucky, the wish might even come true.

In past years, Kyle had often had trouble deciding, and would be almost as slow throwing something in as his sister, Millie. But this year, he knew exactly what he would wish for.

He wanted tits. A curvy body, a round ass, big bouncy tits, a cute smile, and a tight, wet, willing pussy.

And he wanted it bad.

He wanted it so bad that the wish itself almost seemed unfair, taunting, focusing his intense desire but not actually helping get him there. All wishing could do was remind him of what he already knew, but not get him any closer to getting a girl.

His erection was uncomfortable, borderline painful in his jeans. He’d already jerked off twice that day, and it wasn’t even dinner time. It wasn’t relieving him, only making him sore. He waited a few minutes, letting it weaken until it at least wasn’t so obvious, before going in search of distraction.

His sister’s door was open, and he stopped. Millie’s constant mopiness was a perfect distraction. Sometimes he thought she could bring anybody down. He never understood it. She was pretty, smart, never had trouble getting dates, but also seemed to lack interest in anyone past one or two outings, and just dragged herself around constantly, as if expecting someone to jump out and kick her in the shin if she ever cracked a smile.

“So, what are you going to wish for this year?” Kyle asked at the door.

She was holding a book in her hands, open to the middle, but staring off into space. Kyle tried to follow her eyes to see what she might be looking at, but they appeared locked on a bare patch of wall. He looked at her again and sighed.

Looking down at the book, she flipped the pages idly, then closed in and set it down, leaning forward in her chair. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll do anything this year.”

“Oh, you have to put something in.”

“I know. I’ll probably just leave it blank.”

“Eh, just wish for a million dollars. It can’t hurt, right?”

“I’ll…do something.” She turned around to him and gave him a small smile. Instead of being annoyed, it seemed to say, “Thanks for trying to cheer me up, even though it’s a lost cause.” She sank back into her chair, grabbing her book and staring off into space again.

Kyle waited a moment, and then left her. Though he was well used to this behavior, and had paid it as little attention as anything else about his sister, something about that sad smile affected him strangely. He’d spent months rolling his eyes at her melodrama and angst, but for some reason today it seemed to strike him differently.

Christmas Wish for Sister. Author: Siscentis.

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Their dad called them into the den, a little early since he was taking their mother out to dinner. He joyously handed out the slips of paper. Holding his paper, Kyle looked again at his sister, watching her clearly fake writing anything on hers before folding it over. For the first time he could remember, he could actually feel some of her pain and loneliness with unusual immediacy. The strange wave of sympathy washing over him and he put his pencil to paper. His own wish somehow seemed petty and childish now. Instead, he wrote a different message, folded it over, and tossed it in. He watched it burn to make sure it wouldn’t open enough that someone could read what it said.

“I wish I could give my sister whatever it is that she really wants.”

Their parents gone, Millie sulked back into her room. She didn’t bother closing the door. Let Kyle know she’s sad. What did he care? It’s not like he ever said or did anything to try to make her feel better. He’d just walk by and ignore her, as always.

She knew she wasn’t being entirely fair. He at least seemed like he was making something of an effort before. It wasn’t his fault she was disappointed in her life. Not his fault she felt empty, without a future, and unable to make meaningful connections with other people. Not his fault every guy she dated was a bore, or a jerk, or just a pervert.

At least the stupid wish thing was over. It’s not like it meant anything, just wistfulness in a cruel world that didn’t care. She’d almost written something this time, but only got as far as the first mark before she saw the others watching her. Kicking herself for a moment of useless irrationality, she’d folded it over and tossed it. Now, with her parents gone and her brother uninterested, at least she’d be alone. She closed her eyes and laid her head back.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” Kyle asked. It had almost startled her; she hadn’t heard him at the door.

“No.”

“Why don’t you go out? What about the guy you saw last week? He seemed interested in you.”

Millie sighed. “Greg? He was… I don’t know.” She didn’t feel like explaining his stupid little dirty jokes and horribly awkward lack of charm to her brother, who was probably not that different on a date.

“Is there anyone else-”

“No.”

“Do you not like dating?”

Millie started to feel a puff of annoyance, thinking he was implying something. “I like men just fine. I’m not a lesbian,” she sneered.

“Oh. Sorry. I wasn’t trying to say you were.”

She could see that he hadn’t, and felt bad for snapping. “I’m just tired of pushy guys, that’s all.”

“Well, then, come on, I’ll take you out.”

“A pity date from my brother? Yeash.”

“You need to get out. We’ll eat and see if there’s a movie you want to see. We don’t have to call it a date. Now come on.”

“Can I tell you something? I hate Twilight. I really do. Everyone thinks that because I color my hair dark and don’t act like some cheerleader that I must be all goth and love that book, but I really don’t. I read the first one, and just hated it. I cannot stand the girl, she’s so stupid. And of course she picked the lame vampire over the werewolf, because she’s an idiot.”

They sat across the table from each other, plates long since emptied and cleared. The little black tray from the waiter was still sitting near the edge, topped with the bills and coins he’d brought back in change. Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at his sister’s enthusiastic dislike for a bad movie and book.

“When the last one came out, Steve actually took me to it. You remember Steve?”

Kyle laughed harder. “Yeah, I remember.”

“It was our third and final date. He thought I’d just love it. Dumbass. Actually, he wasn’t that bad, just clueless. By the third date he’d used up everything he knew to talk about, I think, and was counting on the movie to send me over the moon. Poor thing, I kind of felt sorry for him, he was so lost for words most of the time.”

“Yeah, I’ve had a few like that myself.”

“I bet you have,” Millie said with a smirk. “Well, if he’d been a little bit cooler, I might have given him another chance. But I got the definite impression he was hoping for something a little more that night. Now I have no problem with sex, hell, I’m as horny as the next girl, but it’s not a reward for good behavior or a thank you for buying me dinner. God forbid a teenage boy take the time to actually wait until it’s meaningful. Maybe if one of these boys had some patience and charm, they’d actually get somewhere, and not just two dates, and I wouldn’t always be left to take care of myself. I can’t wait to be out of high school.

“God, I’m talking a lot.” Millie started looking around. “Crap, what time is it?”

Kyle glanced at his phone. “8:15.”

“The movie started twenty minutes ago. Can we still make it?”

“It’ll take us another twenty to get there, another ten to get our tickets. I mean, so far it’s probably just been commercials, so we’d only miss-”

“Eh, forget it.”

Kyle fiddled on his phone. “There’s another showing at 9:45…”

“I don’t really want to stay out that late. Let’s go home. We can watch a movie there.”

“Alright.” Kyle put the change and his phone away, leaving a good tip, and got up.

“Sorry, I’ve been talking you’re ear off.”

“No, it’s good. We haven’t talked like that in a long time.”

Millie stood, putting her coat on, but got it twisted. Kyle came behind her and straightened it out, holding it up for her to put her arms in. “Yeah, it’s been nice,” Millie said.

“Well, congratulations, Kyle, that was officially the best date I’ve ever been on.” Millie hung her coat in the closet by their front door, leaving it open for Kyle. “You were both engaging and gentlemanly.”

“And we missed the movie.”

“And we missed the movie,” Millie echoed.

“Well, I am both honored, and very sad for you.”

Millie chuckled. “Being a boy, I suppose you’re expecting something now.”

Millie wandered a few feet into the living room, with Kyle following as far as the arch doorway from the entry hall. “Yes. I expect you to sulk in your room and not talk to me again for a week.”

“Is that all? Ooo, Kyle, you’re not like the other boys,” she teased, stepping closer to touch his arm.

“One of the benefits of going out with your brother, I suppose.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then perhaps you shouldn’t have stood under the mistletoe.” Suddenly she stretched her face to his a planted a big kiss on his lips.

She pulled back from him, then smiled and laughed. “You should see the look on your face. It’s like this.” She opened her eyes and mouth wide. She laughed again. “Come on, let’s watch a movie.”

They moved into the living room, Millie getting the remote to find something to watch. Going to the fireplace, she found it still smoldering, and added some wood. “See, most guys I’ve dated don’t even get to the first kiss. Very disappointing.”

Kyle sat down on the couch. Seeing him there, Millie got a running start and jumped on him, landing squarely in his gut.

“Oof. You know, that wasn’t much fun years ago when we were smaller, let alone now.”

“Please, you wuss.” She slid to his side, still partly sitting on him as she channel surfed.

“What are you going to watch?”

“Don’t know yet.”

“No period drama, please,” Kyle said.

“Kyle! On a date, you let the woman choose. Don’t you know anything?”

“We’re still on a date?”

“Since it means I get to watch what I want, yes.”

“Then what should I be doing?”

“If it’s like most dates I’ve had, trying to get fresh.”

“Hmm Hmm Hmm,” Kyle grunt laughed, running his hands up and down Millie’s arms.

“Sadly, that’s still smoother than some guys. But seriously, Kyle, you’ll be much happier long term if you learn how to handle a woman.”

Kyle shrugged, relaxing back into the couch and pulling his arm up, unsuccessfully pushing his sister off but managing to get his arm to the top of the couch. The TV kept flipping, pausing for a painfully long time on each channel as Millie seemed to consider every piece of junk before moving on. “So, with your perfect date, how would they go about ‘getting fresh’?”

“Casual contact is the way to start. Just simple touching in non-threatening areas.”

Kyle put his hand back low and to the right, poking with two fingers. Millie squirmed.

“No, more up here, like on the shoulder.” Kyle moved his hand to her shoulder, gripping it tightly a bit. She didn’t squirm as much that time and he just relaxed and left it there. “Then you, like, touch my neck.”

Kyle poked her neck half-heartedly a few times. “No, like softer and gentler with the back of your finger.” Absently, he did so, running his finger along the side of her neck. She said nothing, clicking the channel again, and he continued, moving his finger up and down from her shoulder to just below her ear. After a few times, her head slowly tilted away, stretching her skin where he touched it.

“So at what point do you get to start honking the boobs?” He asked.

Comments

  1. RANDY says

    COME TO THINK OF IT, I REALLY WISHED IT WOULD HAVE CONTINUED FOR JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE BUT WAS EXCELLENT HOW IT ENDED. BRAVO AUTHOR. I TRULY LOVED IT! THANK YOU Siscentis

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