Rick and I stared for long moments at our mother, really seeing her for the first time, her beautiful face young and carefree, not beaten-down, cowed and afraid, her smile fresh and radiant, before I took it and placed it on the mantelpiece, where we could see her properly.
Rick and Yaz had volunteered to make Christmas lunch, so I stretched out on the couch in front of the fire with Shari on top of me, watching Christmas TV while roast turkey and all the trimmings happened elsewhere. Shari was grazing on my neck when she happened to look under the tree and noticed there was still a handful of unopened presents. I saw where she was looking, and her raised eyebrow.
“I um, I… got something for Nicky, just a small gift, something with his name on it just so we could… feel like he was here today, too…” I whispered, blushing slightly at the admission.
Shari smiled sadly, her eyes misting.
“How strange baby, so did I, and I think Yaz and Ricky did as well. That was a nice thing you did Bobby. Maybe somehow he’ll know we’re thinking about him; who knows, maybe it’ll call him back home. I put something under the tree for mummy too, just to let her know I’m thinking of her, and a little something for Barbara from you and Ricky, I hope you don’t mind?”
I hugged her close, smelling the fresh berry scent of her hair.
“Of course I don’t mind, I should have thought of it myself, a little something to tell her I’m sorry and that I’ll never forget her.”
Shari kissed my forehead, and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.
“I think she knows now, Bobby, and once we find Nicky and put our family back together, it’ll be over and she’ll be able to rest, I’m sure.”
She tapped the tip of my nose and grinned happily.
“Cheer up, now, baby, it’s a happy day today. You may not be aware, but it’s the most wonderful time of the year!”
I didn’t want the day to turn melancholy, not my first real Christmas, so I kissed her to say thank you, and Shari kissed me back a bit more seriously. We spent the next few minutes making out, my hands roaming over her, squeezing, fondling, touching, holding, while our lips and tongues fenced and chased each other. Shari broke off to look down at me, her eyes wide, and beautiful, and very, very sexy.
“Dinner won’t be ready for at least two hours, Bobby, do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?”
I nodded, and she jumped off me and stuck her head in the kitchen, telling the others not to disturb us. With that done, she grabbed my hand and towed me from the room, leading me upstairs and to our bedroom. Once there she began pulling my shirt out of my jeans, undoing buttons as I squeezed her delectable little bum, pulling her against me so we could grind against each other. Shari grinned as she rubbed herself against me, my hands sliding over her and into the back of her jeans to squeeze and knead her taut little cheeks.
“Turn around, Bobby, got a surprise for you!” she grinned, kissing the base of my throat as she gave my crotch a quick squeeze. “I think you’ll like this!”
I turned around and closed my eyes, listening to the soft, subtle sounds of cloth rustling as she got changed, my cock throbbing with anticipation that it was one of the gifts I’d given her in private.
“Ok, baby, you can turn around now!” she murmured, and so I did, my eyes widening at the sight before me. Gone were the jeans and tank top, and in their place was a sheer black teddy of the briefest sort, a few wisps of lace covering the strategic places, covering her while contriving to make her look even more naked than if she’d just posed in the buff. The outfit was set-off perfectly with black, elbow-length fingerless lace gloves, sheer black seamed-stockings with lace hold-up tops, and black stilettos, making her long, slim legs look truly endless. A black velvet choker set with a large green stone around her creamy throat perfectly complimented her sumptuous mahogany-red hair.
“Do you like it, baby?” she smiled, doing a slow twirl, and I could only nod in open-mouthed appreciation.
“Well come here, then, baby, aren’t you going to unwrap your present?” she crooned, and I obliged, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat, to hold her tightly as my lips crushed against hers, my hands roaming over her all over again, holding and fondling this vision of beautiful young womanhood!
Shari broke our kiss to smile at me.
“So you really like it then? It took Yaz and me ages to find, but when we did, she got a set just like this one too. Ricky’s in for a treat tonight! I’m so glad you like your present, baby, I wanted your first real Christmas to be special!”
“God, you look amazing!” was all I could say, “You look like the reason the riot started!”
Shari grinned impishly at the compliment. Her nipples were suddenly obvious, poking solidly through the material of her teddy, the darker circles of her aureoles just visible through the sheer material, and I began to think about how to get this magical garment off my girl; I wanted to see her naked so badly right now, and so did my cock, judging by its throbbing.
Shari slid her hand down and squeezed my swollen cock.
“I see Little Bobby likes his present too!” she grinned, giving me another firm squeeze.
“Less of the little, if you don’t mind, you disrespectful girl!” I grinned as I responded by lightly stroking my fingers over her barely-clad pussy, making her jump and gasp.
“So Bobby, what do you want to do now?” she purred.
I answered her by pulling off my clothes as fast as I could, unbuttoning and shoving down my jeans while Shari finished unbuttoning my shirt. Between us we got me down to my shorts in just a few seconds, and now I could devote some care and attention to peeling my girl out of her underwear, a skill Shari had been kind enough to teach me at some length over the last few weeks.
As I embraced her, my hands explored the back of that teddy, finding the single hook and eye that kept it all in place. While we kissed, I unhooked it, peeling it down from her shoulders and pushing it around her waist. Shari stopped kissing me to smile and give a quick shimmy, and the lacy confection dropped to the floor, leaving her clad in just stockings, gloves, and choker.
That did it for me. With a low growl of lust I pulled her close, my hands sliding down to cup and squeeze her lovely, tight little bottom, her mound rubbing against my now solidly erect cock.
Shari hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down; I got the message and pulled them off the rest of the way.
“That’s better, baby!” she grinned, kissing me while she wrapped her hand around my cock and began a slow pumping motion in time to the motions of our tongues as we kissed deeply. Shari edged me backwards as we kissed, until the back of my legs met the bed frame, so I sat down, with her sitting astride me, her lips still glued to mine. My hands were still clamped to her lovely bum, and I began slowly pulling those delectable cheeks apart and squeezing them together again, making her gasp into my mouth each time I did it; I knew she liked it, so I kept doing it, feeling her kisses becoming sharper as her arousal climbed the longer we played and fondled each other.
By unspoken agreement we stopped, Shari breaking our kiss to smile gently as she rose up, and slowly impaled herself on my aching cock, head back and eyes closed as she slid onto me with a long hiss of satisfaction. When she was all the way on me, she leaned down and peppered my face with soft little kisses, then straightened up and began to rock back and forth, grinding herself against me as she rose and fell. I could hardly bear it. The feel of her tight pussy squeezing me as she fucked me was out of this world. With the sound of her little cries as she stimulated herself, and the feel of her soft lips when she leaned down and kissed me, I was in a state of almost total sensory overload. That never stopped me kissing her smooth creamy neck and shoulders, though, or nuzzling between her breasts as she rose and fell on me. Her nipples were like bullets now, stiff and solid, and when she leaned back against my encircling arms, I was able to dip down and suck and lick those delightful, stiff little nubs, making her groan and quicken her pace.
When she came, it was like an electric shock convulsing her; her body stiffened, her hands holding my head immobile against her, her body trembling as her pussy clamped down on me, preventing me from pulling out; not that I was going to. The feel of her tightening around me was all it took for my own climax to gather and batter its way through me, and I came in a welter of sperm, jet after jet pulsing into her as her pussy convulsively sucked and squeezed at me, milking me of every drop.
As I finished pumping into her, Shari began to come down, slumping against me to hold me close, our hearts hammering together in the aftermath of our mutual storm. I flopped backwards onto the bed, Shari lying on my chest as I gasped for breath; making love to my girl was always a breath-taking experience, in more ways than one!