A Crappy Holiday Get Together

"I'm sorry." I offered, there was no way she didn't feel that.

She didn't reply and continued with her steady motions under the sheets. The silence was hard to take, and I found myself starting to share my own issues. "It's been a pretty hard day for me as well." I said as my cock involuntarily bounced again, clearly bumping into her arm.

"If you need to..." She said softly, trying to find a delicate way of putting it. "If you need to as well, I would understand."

The thought was so tempting as my cock was now creating a tent in my boxers. "I couldn't possibly. I wouldn't want to creep you out." I said, wondering why my first reason wasn't because I was dating your sister.

Her motions sped up and her elbow was now consistently bumping into my shaft. "I think I'd feel less creepy if I wasn't the only one doing this."

Whether intentional or not, she found a way to make it seem like I would be helping her if I did it. I'm not doing this for me, I lied to myself as my hand crept beneath the sheets. I'm just trying to help her get through this stressful time.

I slid the waistband of my boxers down, feeling the warm sheets catch my eager shaft as it bounced free. Her elbow now bumped me again, this time touching the actual flesh of my member and we both paused at that realization.

"I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." I whispered back as my hand now gripped around my thickness and slowly started to slide the skin up and down.

Silently we both teased ourselves under the covers. I stroked my length a little faster feeling the head of my penis rub the fabric and could feel my pre-cum starting to collect on her sheets leaving a damp circle right near my tip.

She adjusted her position and was now slightly facing me, as I put my left arm around her a little lower and continued to tease my penis with my right hand. Her breast was now resting against my chest as I rubbed her outer arm.

From the new positions, I could feel her arm grazing against my sack as she continued to work on her clit. I slowed my strokes to focus on the feeling of her incidental touch on my balls and heard her breathing start to pick up.

As the familiar impending feeling set in, I realized the predicament it created.

Her breathing sped up even more, adding in occasional sighs.

"I'm close." I whispered.

She nodded between breathy gasps, "God, me too."

"Where do you want me to...?" I posed the question knowing I needed an answer sooner rather than later.

"Wherever you want." She said like it was only a secondary thought, as she was now nearing her own climax, busily working out her frustrations.

This still didn't solve my problem as I realized I didn't have much time at all to decide. I quickly took my hand off my shaft only for a moment to pull the covers down to our mid thighs. I could now see she only had on a T-shirt, that seemed to be scrunched up and stopped around her stomach. She was completely naked next to me other than a thin T-shirt, as she glanced down and saw my engorged shaft in my hand and sped up her motions, breathing audibly as she grew closer.

It was distractingly sexy as she started to shake. I could practically feel the vibrations of her boobs jiggling on my chest as she turned into me, lowering her head, succumbing to her body's reaction.

I temporarily slowed my strokes, whether I realized it or not, to watch her as she came. She squirmed with spastic motions that made her legs shake while she twisted and turned. I could now feel my balls resting on her stomach as the back of my hand felt her belly while I was giving my own last few strokes focused around the sensitive underside of my tip.

"Fuck...I'm going to..." I tried to warn her as best I could. She seemed to understand and pulled her shirt up a little higher to the bottom of her tits just as I silently held my breath, feeling a powerful spurt that was only the calm before the storm. I gasped from the following contractions that finally offered relief. You could actually hear the first shot of cum splash on her upper belly, as I softly stroked letting the remaining ropes find their way out on their own without forcing it. I coated her belly and had a surprisingly far shot that landed on her chin and a little on her T-shirt covering her breasts as my shaft tingled with relief.

It was the strangest feeling of being the hottest thing I've ever experienced while also the most wrong. I fell on my back, lying next to her and let go of my erection completely as a fair amount of cum still oozed out, dripping down my pulsing shaft. What have I done? I thought to myself as I stared up at the ceiling.

"I'm so, so, so sorry." I really didn't know how else to put it. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

Her mouth was closed as if she was trying to look down at the cum on her chin, knowing it was impossible for her to see. Finally, she let out a little laugh. "I was not expecting that." She said.

"Neither was I. Not any of this. I'm so, so sorry. God, I fucked up."

She saw the guilt on my face and started to look a little sad, before shaking it off. "These things happen." She said and slid her cum-soaked T-shirt up and over her head, revealing her bare breasts.

As guilty as I felt for how bad this was to Hana, I wanted nothing more than reach over and caress her breasts and feel their gentle give in my hand. They looked so soft and adorable.

She scrunched up her shirt, and wiped off her mouth and chest, clearing off all the cum. "You must have had quite the frustrating day." She said, clearly noting the excessive amount of cum on her.

I nodded. "I'm not sure I can recall ever letting out that much...frustration." I said, hoping she understood my meaning.

She nodded, and her smile faded. "You should probably go."

Nodding back, I agreed as I stood up and slipped my still hard erection back into my boxers. "Again, I am so sorry about all of this..."

"Please go." She said softly and climbed back into bed, turning away from me.

I went back through the bathroom, closing both doors behind me, I thought I heard her soft sighs starting again. My heart was racing as I fell onto my bed wondering how much I just fucked up. I was only trying to help her, I lied to myself knowing what a crock of shit that was. That last thought lingered in my head over and over until I finally passed out.

A gentle knock on the door woke me as the morning light crept through the blinds. The door opened before I could answer.

"Time to get up, babe." Hana said cheerfully, already dressed in jeans and a warm looking red sweater.

I felt too much guilt to say anything. She kissed me on the head, reminding me of her mom the other night and said, "Why don't you get ready and I'll meet you downstairs. We have lots to do today."

She smiled and left the room. I wondered if she thought it was odd, I literally didn't say a word in that interaction, as I started to overthink every single thing.

Still with just my boxers on, I walked into the bathroom and put my ear up to Sasha's door. Total silence, I thought with some relief as I slipped my penis out for my morning pee. I noticed the hardened cum stains on my boxers and felt another twinge of guilt in my stomach. Despite feeling awful about everything, I wondered what her T-shirt must look and feel like now that it had dried overnight soaking up my frustration.

God, what is wrong with me? I wondered to myself as I flushed and hopped into the shower. The bright sun beamed through the frosted window and the steaming hot water felt great, almost as if I was resetting everything and starting afresh. That was another lie, but it was all I had.

After finishing up, I turned off the faucet and reached over for a towel from the wall. I pulled the curtain open, starting to dry off my body when I nearly slipped from the shock of seeing Sasha on the toilet. "Jesus!" I said half laughing, half on edge as I wrapped the towel around my waist and wondered how much of me, she saw just now.

"Merry Christmas Eve." She said softly.

"Merry Christmas Eve." I replied uneasily.

"Sorry, I really had to go. I thought it might have been Zach in there." She offered.

I stepped out of the tub and did my best to dry off and still keep myself covered. She sat there awkwardly occasionally looking and then looking away.

The silence was torture and I finally said, "We need to talk about what happened last night."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said plainly. Her emotionless face slightly grimaced as a long, deep fart reverberated in the bowl as she noticeably tried to push.

This was drastically different from the first time I saw her in here. This was purposely forced. It was almost like she was trying to gross me out as some sort of weird defense mechanism. Maybe she wanted me to leave. Maybe she was trying to rid us of any lingering thoughts of last night.

The outside door to the bathroom flew open and I expected to see Zach rush through, but it wasn't him.

"Oh gross." Hana said holding her nose. "You are so disgusting. No wonder you can't keep a boyfriend if this is what you do in front of them."

My heart hurt for Sasha as I saw the look on her face. That was so mean. Did Hana know they just broke up? Was that just how Hana treated her sister. This was awful.

"Come on, Cody. Get dressed. We need to head out soon." She said and looked at Sasha as she was leaving. "You are so gross. It's bad enough you scare off all your guys, don't scare off mine."

After she left, I saw the helpless look on Sasha's face, as her head fell downward into her legs. It looked like she wanted to crawl into the bowl and hide.

"I'm sorry about that. That was really mean and uncalled for." I said.

It was as if she was used to this kind of treatment and nodded before practically giving up. "She's right, though." Letting out another long, deep fart. "I'm disgusting and can't keep a guy."

I wanted to scream that wasn't true. That she was incredible. She was gorgeous, funny and so much more. I'm not sure what came over me, as I lifted my towel to dry my hair, completely exposing my long, thick shaft that dangled just slightly away from my legs. "Is that really what you believe, that you're disgusting?" I asked, trying to show my arousal as proof that wasn't how I felt.

She glanced at my crotch, then back up to my eyes unable to find the words. Holding back tears, she finally said. "You should go."

I covered myself back up and heard Hana yell from the hallway, "Cody! We need to get moving if we're going to beat traffic."

I looked at Sasha one last time and mouthed the words I'm sorry. She nodded and looked away. This was the strangest mess of things I've ever been in.

Quickly I got dressed and met up with Hana in the kitchen. Her mom was making eggs and bacon. "Care for a hearty start to the day?" She asked with a smile.

I was about to say yes, that sounds amazing, but Hana jumped in first. "Can't mom. We need to head out. Lots of friends to see. We'll be back tonight in time for dinner."

Suzan nodded, looking a little disappointed. I felt a little bad for Suzan and preferred to stay where I was to keep her company, but it wasn't my place to butt in with their interesting family dynamics.

"Cody, could you do me a favor and write down your cell number? There's supposed to be a pretty big snowstorm today and I just want to be sure I can get a hold of either of you if anything happens."

It was a harmless, sweet, caring mom comment. "God mom, we're not teenagers." Hana said, clearly annoyed and walked out the front door.

"Here you go, Suzan." I smiled and wrote down my number. "I'm looking forward to spending more time with you soon." I offered and followed Hana out of the house.

The next few hours were a blur. We visited probably ten different groups of her friends. Each time she barely introduced me, and they were busy sharing memories and catching up on each other's lives. I completely understood the need to reconnect with old friends, but I still felt incredibly out of place. I didn't need to be here for this. I was hoping this day would serve as a great distraction from everything that already happened, but it only made me dwell on it all the more since it was hard to participate in their conversations of inside jokes and old memories.

Eventually we made it back home for dinner. It was another lively meal filled with deliciously fattening foods, unending wine and conversation. To me it was painfully obvious Sasha and I were quieter than the night before, but Suzan, Hana and Zach clearly didn't notice it as they were chatting up a storm.

I helped Suzan clear the plates when we were finished, and Hana pulled me aside. She looked like she had something difficult to say and I started to get worried. Did she know? Did Sasha tell her anything?

"Look, I have another friend I'd like to meet up with tonight. I hate to even suggest this, but would you mind sitting this one out?" She asked awkwardly.

"Huh?" I was first relieved and then confused. "What?" I said sounding like a fool.

"It was pretty obvious you didn't enjoy yourself today. I'm sure this will be the same. It's just an old friend. We go way back, and I don't want to ruin your night." And added, "Or you to ruin mine."

And that was the real reason. My awkward quietness was dragging on her. She needed a little fun with an old friend. Truthfully, I was relieved I didn't have to go.

"That's fine. I'll hang out here and help your mom for a bit." I said.

"You're the best." She said and kissed me on the cheek.

No. No, I'm definitely not, I thought to myself. I'm the worst. "Who's the friend anyway?" I asked as she was already putting on her coat and boots.

"His name's Brandon." She said casually as she grabbed her purse.

His name? It was a him? I suddenly felt a lot worse about this agreement, but what right did I have to say anything after everything I did. I nodded and added, "Have fun."

"Don't wait up." She said as she took off out the front door into the snowy night.

I helped Suzan with the rest of the dishes. Sasha and Zach were nowhere to be found. "Where'd everyone go?" I asked.

"They're quick to come for a meal, and even quicker to leave after." She laughed. "I'm sure Zach is playing video games in the basement. Sasha's probably in her room reading a book. Who knows?"

She paused and added with a genuine smile, "Thank you for helping. I truly do appreciate it."

"My pleasure." I said softly.

"Which one is Hana seeing now?" She asked plainly.

I got an eerie vibe from the way she asked that question. Like she was subtly trying to tell me something. "She's meeting up with Brandon."

Suzan nodded, as if expecting that answer. I didn't want to ask any follow-up questions and was quite sure I wouldn't like whatever the answer was. We both continued cleaning silently, deep in our own thoughts.

Once the plates were finished, Suzan headed into the living room. She was staring out the window into the backyard. The snow was falling pretty hard and stuck to the bare trees, painting everything in a peaceful white. She did not seem like the same chipper mom I chatted with last night.

"Everything okay?" I asked, standing beside her taking in the serene wintery view.

"Oh yes, everything's fine dear." She said resuming her motherly demeanor. "It's just things change, that's all. Each year it changes little by little. So little you don't even notice it until it's just not how it used to be." She let out a soft breath and smiled anyway.

I simply nodded, not sure what to say.

"The thing I probably miss the most is the lights. Frank, my late husband, used to decorate the outside of this house so beautifully. People would come for miles and miles just to see it." She had to stop herself and brushed a tear away.

I never felt more helpless in my life. Should I hug her? Tell her it will be okay? "I can imagine it was quite a sight." I finally said.

"Oh, it was. It absolutely was." She said with a smile, grateful I said something she could respond to. "Now the kids get here late, barely even hang around. No lights." She sighed and added, "Things change."

I stood there wanting to say something to help, but just nodded silently letting her get it off her chest.

"I think I'm going to head to my room now." She said. "Help yourself to eggnog, more wine. Whatever you can find, the house is yours."

She started to walk up the stairs and I called out, "Sleep tight, Suzan."

She laughed. "I'm sure we both know it will be hours before I can sleep. But thank you, Cody. You're a sweet boy."

And with that she was gone. Everyone was gone. It felt creepy standing in the middle of Hana's living room with no one else around. I had no interest in going up to my room. The thought of just sitting there alone and waiting for Hana to return was awful. Plus, being upstairs increased my chances of bumping into Sasha. Probably best I give her a little space. And I certainly wasn't going to go hang with Zach. He was probably jerking off in the basement for all I knew.

Suzan's words of helping myself to whatever's in the house popped into my head. I contemplated a crazy idea I had. "Fuck it." I said aloud and headed into the garage.

I saw countless old, dusty boxes, yard tools, old appliances, a giant ladder and then finally found what I was looking for. A few boxes in the corner that said, in big, bright red letters, "Xmas lights". Bingo.

I carefully untangled the assorted boxes of lights, wreaths and other seasonal odds and ends. After putting on my jacket and boots, I ventured into the snowy outdoors with the ladder and proceeded to hang the lights. It took several hours longer than I expected, but it was truly the first time on the whole trip I got out of my head for once.

It was almost midnight now and I headed inside, quickly shed my jacket and boots and went up the stairs. Suzan's door was closed, but a dim light was coming through the crack at the bottom. I softly knocked. No answer. Maybe she did fall asleep.

I knocked one more time a little harder just to make sure.

"Come in." I finally heard and opened the door. She was in bed, with the covers pulled up to her armpits. Her bare arms were over the sheets holding the same book from the other night. "Good heavens, child. I thought it was one of the girls. I would have made myself decent if I knew it was you."

I couldn't help but smile and wasn't quite sure where to look. She sat up, holding the blanket to her chest tightly. Her bare shoulders were exposed, and she motioned me over to the side of the bed. I walked over and first noticed the empty wine bottle on her nightstand and then noticed her exposed back as I came to her side, confirming she was not wearing a shirt.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything?" I said taking in the situation.

"Nonsense. Just a woman alone with her thoughts. Now, what is it, dear?" She asked with a hint of concern.

"Could I steal you away for a moment? I have something to show you." It was hard to hold back my grin.

"I suppose." She said, catching my contagious smile.

"It's outside, so you might need to dress a little warmer..."

She again looked a little concerned. "Very well then. Would you be a dear and hand me my robe?"

The way she said that almost made me think she wouldn't have put on the robe if the surprise was indoors. But that couldn't be, could it? I thought to myself it didn't really matter, as I went over to the chair in the corner of the room and picked up her robe and handed it to her.

She held it against her chest and looked at me curiously.

"Oh right, privacy. Forgive me." I turned around and heard her get out of bed and slip on the robe. It was strange feeling, having never recalled being in a room while my girlfriend's mom was naked and putting on a robe.