Surprising Christmas Present

The night was freezing cold and windy, and I wondered how she could take the cold with her legs clearly exposed to unrelenting winter bite, however, I had to admit to myself that I found it very arousing. Martin flagged down a cab and the three of us squeezed in the back, Daria between us. Despite the late hour, the traffic was awful, some due to the shoppers that were attempting to check off as much off their gift list as possible, some due to the fact that it was Friday night. Chicago is always busy with half drunk yuppies hurrying to their cubbyholes on Friday nights. 

We were stuck in the traffic for almost 20 minutes, and in that time, I have changed my mind about going up to Martin’s place more than once. His hand was now resting on Daria’s pink thigh, squeezing it lightly, chit chatting about the things from the office. I was amazed at how smooth of a talker he could be. He could charm the queen of England this way. 

As the cab was weaving through traffic, getting closer to Martin’s apartment building, my brother seemed to get bolder, now leaning against Daria, his free hand now joining the other one on the thigh, slowly slipping between Daria’s slightly spread legs, and I could see her skirt softly rising and lowering itself in the crotch, as if there was a heart beating underneath it. Daria was giggling stupidly again, and I stole a few glances at the cabbie, who pretended as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on in the back of his car. 

Finally, we arrived and Martin bolted out of the cab, pulling Daria behind him. “You can take care of this, right?” he popped his head back into the car. I nodded.

“Don’t be an asshole, James. Come up with us,” he hissed and my thought of maybe just continuing the ride to my house was instantly forgotten. I paid the cabbie and he gave me a knowing smile and a “Merry Christmas, Sir”. 

As I caught up with my brother, he was standing at the front door, holding it open for me. Daria was a few feet away, waiting on the elevator, paying a very concentrated attention to the little numbered lights above, lighting up the appropriate little circle as the elevator was slowly sliding down towards us. 

“Come on,” Martin smiled at me, “we’ll have fun.” And we walked over towards Daria just as the elevator door opened, and she dutifully went in first, extending her hand to hold the door for us. 

As the elevator door closed behind us and Martin pushed button 17, he turned towards Daria and pressed her little body against the back wall. She must have been at least 4 inches shorter than either of us. He bent down and kissed her deeply, his right hand lifting up the skirt and sliding inside her panties, the other hand enveloping the breast under the opened coat. I felt a little embarrassed for the moment, and it was my turn to concentrate on the blinking lights above the door, as we were being lifted up the elevator shaft. Daria kissed my brother back just as passionately as I imagined in the cab she would, moving her pelvis back and forth on his hand, moaning. 

We finally reached the 17th floor and stepped out of the elevator. Martin handed me his keys and I gratefully took them, almost bolting to his apartment door, while he lagged behind, kissing Daria, thrusting his hand between her legs, rubbing furiously. I just wanted to get inside the apartment as quickly as possible, without being noticed by curious neighbors. 

As we stepped inside his bachelor loft, he flicked on the lights and headed for the bathroom. “Make a round of drinks, James!” he said and disappeared behind the bathroom door. I obediently walked over to the living room bar, opened the aluminum door and started fixing drinks. I didn’t bother to ask what anybody wanted. I knew Martin only drank Hennessy, and as far as Daria was concerned, she was too drunk already to care what she got. Daria sort of paced around the living room, pretending to attentively read the titles off the books on the shelf above the TV. 

I heard the sound of Martin pissing, toilet flushing and then the running water. A dozen thoughts raced through my mind. How are we going to do this? What if she doesn’t want to do us both? Would Martin lower himself to the level of an ignorant dickhead, forcing Daria to do what she might not really want to?

“Come here, baby!” Martin yelled out of the bathroom before I managed to finish fixing the drinks. “Daria? Come here, baby!” he yelled again and I looked at her. She looked almost embarrassed for a moment, blushing deep red and giving me a shy smile. Then, she walked over to the bathroom where Martin was. 

I could hear whispering, loud smacking sounds of kissing and a distinct rip of a zipper. I could hear movement, but decided to ignore it and sat down on the couch with my drink. I flicked on the TV, flipping through the movie channels. At the same time, I wondered if Martin would finish her off in the bathroom first and then let me have a turn. This was turning out to be very embarrassing. 

“Where is my drink, bro?” I heard him yell all of a sudden and I closed my eyes for a moment. Okay, here we go! I thought and grabbed a crystal glass, making my way to the bathroom, certain of what I would encounter there. 

As I came around the corner, I saw Martin leaning his ass against the sink, his pants and boxers pushed down to his ankle. Daria was kneeling on the little red bathroom rug, still dressed in the miniskirt, but her top was now off, and her majestic breasts were cupped inside a black lacy bra, waving back and forth as she was delicately sucking my brother’s dick, or rather just the head of it. 

Martin grinned at me like a Cheshire cat and reached for his drink. “Come here,” he said and I stepped inside the bathroom, not really knowing what to do. He motioned towards my crotch, pressing his thumb and forefinger together, quietly telling me to unzip my pants. I did as he told me, dropping them together with my boxers to my ankles. I dick was almost completely erect, I was that turned on by seeing Daria nibbling on my brother. For a moment, I tried to forget that it was my brother standing in front of me. 

“Look at what James has for you,” Martin said and Daria let go of him for a moment, turning around and taking a look at my dick. She smiled broadly and looked up at me. She reached back with her hand and grabbed my now completely hard shaft, turning back to my brother and taking him in her mouth again. She continued to perform what she thought of as a blowjob, I suppose, and at the same time jerking me off. However, on her own, she only managed to slip a couple of inches of Martin’s dark dick inside her mouth. 

Martin finished his drink in one gulp and put the glass behind him in the sink. Then he took her head in his hands and pulled her face deeper onto his dick. “That’s so good,” he said pulling her closer to him. “Oh yeah, so good.” She tried the best she could I think, but it looked to me as if she tried to pull herself off him. “You gotta try and take it all in.” She squeezed my dick harder, probably not even knowing it, but it felt good. “Just once, take it all,” he said, pulling her head towards him. “Swallow it,” putting his hands on the back of her head and pushing it towards him. She gagged and I could see the tears welling up in her eyes from the effort. He managed to push about half of his 7 or 8 inches. “That’s good, oh FUCK is that good!” he yelled and she continued to try and take in more of it. “Swallow it, that’s right,” she gagged and her lips formed a big O every time he pushed her closer to him, gurgling sounds coming out of her throat making me hotter by the second. He started rocking her back and forth on his dick, each time pushing a little more of it inside her mouth. Her face became pink and then red, I could see her neck reddening as well. 

She tried really hard, I have to give her that. Finally, he pulled her very hard towards him and his entire dick was buried inside of her, she gagged and made “mmmmm” sounds and for a moment I was afraid that when he pulls out she was going to puke. He kept his entire dick inside her mouth, while she was gagging onto it, and I could see with the gagging, the snot flew out of her nose. He let her go, her head bobbed off him and she took a deep breath, all the while squeezing my dick to the point that I thought it was going to start hurting at any given moment. He smiled down at her and she smiled back, tears now rolling down her face, but I figured they weren’t the crying sorts. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. 

“good girl,” he said and patted her on the head like a dog. “One more time,” he said and ever so obediently, she repeated the whole thing, this time she immediately thrust half of him inside her mouth and with a little help from my attentive brother and his pushing her head back and front, she managed to take all of him within four or five thrusts. “Swallow it, yeah, swallow it!” Once he was all inside of her, he kept her head there, “Oh yeah, that’s right, that’s soooo good.” I could see that she started panicking, letting go of my dick and placing her hands on Martin’s thighs, trying to push him out of her. He kept her there for a few seconds, while she gagged onto his dick and into this pubic hair. He finally let her go and her head again bobbed back. As if on cue, they looked at each other and smiled. 

“Now James,” he said and she obediently turned on her knees towards me, grabbing my dick and popping its head inside her mouth. “Swallow it, baby!” Martin said and I grabbed the back of her head just as I saw Martin do a minute ago, pulling her onto me, slowly inching my way inside of her. Again, she gagged and her face reddened, her nose looking like the clown’s. It was a bizarre view, this small woman kneeling in front of me, obviously struggling with an unnatural way of something big being pushed down the throat, but trying very much to accommodate and please.