Christmas Secrets

Donnie and Franki, first cousins, exchanged their first kiss after a night of drinking Christmas Eve as their extended families gathered in Maple Grove. The University of Iowa Freshmen, and older high school senior living abroad reunited after 10 years and their primary school infatuation blossomed past the crush stage into full on attraction and lust.

Franki took charge in the local bar after several beers and kissed Donnie long and hard. Later that night walking home Donnie kissed Franki who drunk asked him inside, he stayed the gentleman and they didn't get past a little groping.

Christmas Day, 30 relatives and presents arrive, non more enticing than a rather public display of affection reenacting a childhood picture. We'll join them on their first official "Date" where they get to know each other better leading to becoming more than 'Kissing Cousins."

Enjoy this tale from Donnie's perspective.

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Christmas Day

The REAL first kiss and the First Date.

"You just have to drink four glasses of water before bed," Franki bragged citing her method's proof - her hangover wasn't 1/2 of what mine was after our Christmas Eve drinking.

I averted my eyes, looking above her, trying not to stare down the front of Franki's robe, her breasts pushing the plush fabric, cleavage you wanted to hibernate into, the semi-open front. I caught glances of the flesh I'd turned down the night before and I had to be careful with my flannel PJs, no underwear, not to tent out.

Franki had my teenaged boy's radar attention until her mother came down the steps. Her breasts bouncing braless in a t-shirt, nipples shaping the cotton fabric, night hair in her face and a devious look.

"Mom!" Franki yelled.

"Relax..." Aunt Mary Ann said sliding by me, her hand on my shoulder, chest and around to my hip, her right breast pressing into me.

"Seriously," her daughter said, staring at her with repugnant judgement.

Mary Ann giggled and headed towards the breakfast in the kitchen.

"She's high already," Franki said just matter of factly. I glanced and noticed Aunt Mary Ann's t-shirt was just enough to cover her back side, the panty triangle on her arse slightly visible.

She looked back to see our faces.

"What?? You see more at the beach,"

We followed her towards breakfast and picking up a plate just ahead of us heading down the line of egg bakes Mom and Grandma Nailor had created yesterday and thrown in the oven early that morning.

"She's sort of, how you say, uninhibited," Franki whispered in my ear, her hand on my arm, my mind sliding to our kisses the night before. "I think I might get that from her."

My cock rose in my flannel "Grinch" pajamas, pushing up getting a glance and a smile from Franki.

"Merry Christmas all!" Cari said to everyone, coming through the front door with gifts, Franki held tight by my side loading our plates, brushing my hardness with her hand when we sat down.

"How are you two?" Cari said coming, leaning in with a hushed tone and a wink.

"Sit and let's chat cousin," Franki patted the chair her on her right. Cari smiled at the invitation, Franki was so naturally charismatic, it fueled even more hardness.

They talked about how the evening ended and then go into what it was like for Franki living in the Netherlands and now London. The schools she attended an all the "randy boys" and perverted school "masters".

"That sounds very, um, Gothic" Cari said, getting a smile out of Franki who squeezed my knee, it not escaping my sister who's eyebrow raised and said. "You two should get a room."

Franki just smiled at her, turned to me with that 'I told you so' look.

Pleased with her comment, Cari bounced up and found and distributed her gifts around the living room. Everyone had piles of their own to open, they kept growing as everyone kept arriving.

Franki and I enjoyed our breakfast, playing footsie under the table, my mind drifted to her offer for me to join her last night, the deep kisses we shared, her petting my hardness and my hands on her breasts. She had to be replaying because now her hand was playing with me under the table.

Others sat down around us, we talked about family and sports, her hand was removed and finally I could respectfully get up and get more food. I walked over the line, getting a nod from Grandpa for what I didn't know and I got some more egg bake.

"Kissing cousins..." Cari said in a playful tone, coming up behind me in the line. "You're not changing my opinion, you both look comfy together."

I just dismissed my sister with a wave of the hand. She'll find out soon enough and went back to the table to down another serving. Franki got up to play with the littles that were getting anxious. Her ease in engaging the toddlers, elementary aged kids was beautiful.

I finished my second serving of breakfast and headed around to the bathroom in the back hall. I finished quickly, burst out only to run directly into Aunt Mary Ann.

"Oh there you are." She was confused, high and hesitant. "Donnie would you be a Dear and help me gather our gifts from the carriage house. Uncle Jesse is out in the woods on a cross country skiing run."

I looked over for protection, butFranki was involved in a conversation with my parents, and I looked back to see Mary Anne's breasts propped up, she looking at me with a cheeky smile, head tilted down, her eyes high in their orbitals.

"Sure thing..." I said nervously, she led and I stared her panties barely covering her tight cheeks, years of running keeping them muscular and round.

"Over there," she pointed to the large pile as we entered their bedroom. Just before I could pick them up she cleared her throat and addressed me again. "Donnie..."

I turned and in a blink off went her shirt exposing her breasts, certainly bought, but not gaudy large C cups, probably only 34-35". The nipples dark, Hershey kiss shaped her smile grew while I held my glance up and down her body before I turned away.

"I'm glad you approve, they were quite expensive," She said reaching for a sweater. "I loved my real ones, but gravity sucks you know."

Red with embarrassment I picked up the gifts, turned to see her donning a Christmas sweater then she stepped out of her panties, giving me a quick glance at her bush before grabbing at tights on the bed, sliding them on without underwear.

She smiled while I didn't turn my gaze away this time examining her legs and arse, my cock pushing against my flannel again.

She approached me, kissed me on the cheek, ran her hand over my arse and my hard cock and left out the door, turning, with a wink and saying, "You're fortunate your father passed along the Nailor prowess."

Out the door we went, our arms filled with their gifts.

The room lined with 30 people, piles of gifts waist tall lined up from the moment you walk into the room. I nodded to Franki to help me distribute the arm full of gifts from her family.

"You mother felt me up," I said into Franki's ear softly.

"Of course she did," Franki replied blankly and with a 'no shit' expression. "She's tried to shag at least three of my boyfriends."

"I'm not your boyfriend." drawing a sarcastic eye roll from Franki.

"She's a free spirit and my Dad doesn't care. She mentioned she'd check to see if you're a true Nailor."

"I think she approved."

"I told her you were," Franki winked and we finished the distribution.

The mimosas flowed all morning, throw a bloody Mary ontop of that and the buzz was back.

"You really have no idea," I said back to Franki. "It's not like you've seen it..."

"I don't, do I? Hmmmm...I may have to do something about that."

"You might..."

I saw Cari's eyes on us, our body language screamed next level flirting.

"If my mum doesn't get to you first..."

Franki's seriousness was disturbing.

The kids were getting antsy to open presents while stories of Christmas past flowed, every embarrassing and uplifting experience was told and re-told.

"You two!" Cari said from our families group at Franki and I, stopping us after reloading our Christmas stemware with orange juice and champagne. "Come hear a story from Mom and see if it tracks."

We looked confused at her, then each other, then approached my sister stepping over presents for this family and that family.

"I'm all ears," I said dropping next to Franki on the couch.

"Do you remember growing up, over in that corner," Cari pointed where there was a couch and presents around where James (my oldest brothers) families things were stacked. "You and Franki would play house on play kitchen and play tool bench."

"Appropriate gender separation," my Mom Diane said and everyone laughed.

"OH! But that's IT!" Cari burst up off her chair. "Big brother (I was called only because now I'm a foot taller than my 'Little Sister) would fight for the kitchen."

Franki looked confused, and I didn't have the recall either.

"What were we four years old?"

"Probably," Cari said, one to remember or mis-remember things.

"I'll one up you Prom Queen!" my next older brother Josh said. "I remember them being at each other's throats and we made them 'kiss' to make up."

"Who was that??!" Diane (mom) questioned looking over at Kinsly, who'd had been an over sexed-teen at the time.

"Cari participated as well!" Kinsly said guiltily.

"I'm going to one up you all," Grandma said, as many were silent listening to our family story. She moved to the shelf, where her photo albums were lined up, dated and listed perfectly. "I think they were five."

GamGam pulled down the 2005-2010 Christmas album. She never liked digital photos and still sent hers off to Wal-Mart to get printed, then arranging them in an album. She fingered through, while we all watched breathlessly.

"Do you remember this Mary Ann?" GamGam said.

"Helen (GamGam's name) I do," she said, her sweater too tight, showing off the breasts, the camel toe of her leggings in the middle of the outline of a bush and her lips. Franki elbowed me, seeing my eyes watching her mother sit displaying her snatch cross legged. "It was in front of the Christmas tree, everyone was out in the woods or in town except seven of us or so."

"HERE!" GamGam exclaimed turning the album around.

"Shit, could you have printed it bigger??" I said to GamGam.

"Adorable," Franki said, her hand pushing down on my knee twice, sliding just a little towards my crotch before quickly pulling back.

There we were, hugging awkwardly, Frankie in a red Christmas dress and I was in suspenders and Christmas bibs. Our faces were perfectly position and our lips pressing together, eyes closed. My hands were all the way around her, and hers were on my shoulders, elbows tucked inside our frames. It was very adorable.

"My kids have those outfits," Jame's wife Sonya said proudly. "We'll bust them out tonight!"

"Great..." I moaned looking at Franki who shrugged her shoulders.

I hadn't thought about what was coming next, I was embarrassed a little, but we were kids.

"Let's reenact the shot," Cari stared at us both.

"Let's not and say we did," I fired a stern look back.

A chorus of 'yeah, do it' or 'come on, it would be cute' murmured in some form in the large living room constructed, to hold generations of Nailors.

"You chicken?" Franki said hopping up, her braless breasts bouncing in her Frosty the Snowman T-shirt she'd put on earlier.

"Oooooooo" the group responded seeing us interact, the moment of connection like a normal couple bursting to life in front of the whole family.

"Shit no!" I said, the mimosas giving me ample courage, my initial response just for show, my hand taking hers and pulling her towards the tree. "Let's do this!"

There was an audible cheer and claps from the group, all getting their phones out for the picture moving towards us.

"Make it a good one!" Cari exclaimed, the group filling in around us by the tree like a golf crowd would on the final hole of the Master's.

"Great, our families are sicko voyeurs," I said to Franki as we stood facing each other.

"What's so sicko about watching?"

"Christ..." I said, my cock stirring again in my flannel PJs.

Truth was we were all sickos to some degree. Our tradition of flannel PJs, showing each other our goods, flopping and swaying, pushing against them. We examine, wonder, envision, fantasize about each other, what we like to do, who's he best looking. I was currently hot for my cousin, my aunt and wondering about Cari and Devon way to much.

From that moment on my conscious, all my potential guilt, up and left the house.

"Okay, embrace you two!" Cari's giggling disturbing. The phones were up and taking pictures, videos, my arms went around Franki and she curled her hands inside my frame, pressing against my chest.

"You can bench about 250 it feels like..." Franki said softly with disturbing expertise. I nodded in agreement, visualizing her getting into multiple positions with an assortment of strong men. "Damn, you're getting hard."

Her fingers were pressing into my chest while my cock was now against her thigh inflating, she smelled amazing, her lust filled eyes examined my face.

"Ummm, you're going to have to give me cover when we separate," I said softly.

"Yeah...did you think I was talking about your chest? I feel you down there."

I smiled.

"Okay, perfect." Cari directing us, my cock hard as a rock pressing into my cousins thigh. "Now, at the count of three, give us the lip press."

"We're going to give 'em more than that," I voiced.

"What, I can hop up and slide down on that," Franki said quietly, looking down as if she could see my cock pointing up and ready. "Here..."

She wiggled and in the privacy of our bodies together it slipped up her leg to her waist.

"Damn, you boys are endowed," she said just to me.

"One...two..."

"hold for five seconds then let's make it good," I said.

"Three!"

We closed our eyes, lips pushed together, my head was slightly to the left so I angled there, counting in my head...one...two...three (The crowd taking pictures, recording, were cheering)...four...five.

Franki slid her hands up to my face and just like last night in bar opened my mouth with her tongue, our lips bending together.

"Holy shit!" Cari exclaimed, the cheers getting louder, I hammed it up by bending her at the waist, my tongue taking over, then pulling her up off the ground. I felt her legs wrap around my waist, arms now holding her there under her shoulders, hers around my neck.

"MOHfft!" she moaned into my mouth as my cock settled under her pushing against her taint, then her cunt.

The crescendo grew even more from the group, in my arms her hands came back to my face, I turned her and almost tripped angling towards the exit behind the tree. The group was still clapping and when it started to calm down I reluctantly broke our kiss.

We turned to our relatives who were cheering, some phones were still out and we both took a bow, I holding her with her legs around my body.

"I'm putting you down and exiting, stage center."

She smiled, slid down my body, the head of my cock pushing into her lips for a moment...

"Hoohly Fuhhhck." She said, then it passed to her stomach.

I turned and left waving to the group over my head.

"Thank you, thank you," Franki said, getting their attention off of me, my cock was so hard and there was a pre-cum wet spot just under the waist band. My phone bounced in my pocket and I got a wicked idea.

I slipped into my room, whipped down my pants, searching for underwear to hold my monster back. Before I slipped them off I leant back and snapped (on snapchat) three shots to Franki of my pole in full erection from three angles.

Giggling, I put my briefs on over my hard cock then my sweats back on. I had gotten good at annotating dick shots, and said something to the effect. "Merry Christmas from my pole, can't wait to slide into your chimney."

I sent it off to her, and sped out to the room.

"Enough of the nostalgia," Grandpa said quieting down the raucous crowd that just saw Franki and I dry hump once. "Time for the PRESENTS!"

The stacks were impressive, and when our group of 30 tore into them the sound of ripping and discarded paper was deafening. The assignment was to open first, organize them, walk around thanking everyone and then GamGam would ask you about your favorites in the pile.

Cousins, aunt's, uncles, their kids and spouses were in a frenzy tearing into the presents waving at the giver, some kids playing with the first one too long.

Franki was not in the room.

I got after my pile and half-way through my phone buzzed, and she reemerged from the stairs leading up to her room.

I nonchalantly pulled my phone out of my pocket, a shot of her naked in the mirror with just a Santa hat on, front, back and side, confirmed she was fit, had big natural breasts and a mostly shaved snatch. My GOD she was amazing!

It read:

"Santa better deliver before midnight" with a devil Santa emoji and the eggplant and droplets emoji.

"Penny for your thoughts," Aunt Mary Ann said, looking down below my waist, my pole restrained but still evident it was hard pointing upwards.

"That was a hot kiss, sorry..." I said and ducked away from her smoldering looks now with reindeer antlers on her head.

I looked back, she had one finger in her mouth, head tilted down, her ruby red lips suckling it's tip and smiling with it still pressing the lower half.

My erection forced me to sit and have my little brother bring me my presents. I had a time limit to actually go fuck my cousin AND her mother was coming on to me, somehow more sexual than either of us late teens.

"Donnie, what are your favorite presents," GamGam asked.

"Umm...the jeans, I love jeans. Thanks Mom & Dad."

"Two more, Dear..."

"Of course your $500 GamGam and Grandpa...oh, and, um," I looked at my phone and almost did it, wanting to just say the words, 'naked selfie', instead. "Sister Kinsley's Viking sweatshirt. Some day we'll get back to the superbowl."

My phone immediately buzzed.

The text read -"I'm showing them your snap, it is my fav..."

I laughed, shaking my head texting back - 'no you won't'.

She rose an eyebrow and in that moment I got nervous, really nervous. Enough that my cock finally began to shrink and I could stand up.

She was second to last, and started with some make-up kit from my folks; second was the plane tickets to Greece for spring break. Then she got up with her phone in her hand.

"I'd have to say my third favorite came from my 'Kissing Cousin' on Snap chat."

A round of "Ooooo"s rang through the room, everyone looking at me, then at her.

"Here it is!" she exclaimed holding up her phone.

I closed my eyes and immediately heard my rendition of "All I want for Christmas is You." I had snapped her that while we were caroling, I sang it for a group of elderly people, recording the whole thing, then sending it to Franki."

"Ooooo!!!" again it rang out, confirmation I had been thinking of her from the minute she showed up. Embarrassing, yes, but thankfully not the hard cock from three angles she had on her phone wasn't what they were looking at.

Everyone was finished and we cleaned up the paper, had more drinks and talked, mingling to others I hadn't see yet. At about Noon, full of egg bake, snacks and drinks, we were instructed to get dressed to go enjoy the winter wonderland outside by Grandpa.

"Nailors are hearty folk," he said while we gathered just outside. "Pick your winter past time and don't return until the sun starts setting!"

"Care to join me ice skating?" Franki said, sensing I wanted to know where she was heading.

By now the family had accepted our mutual attraction and friendship. She was back in her white long coat, some leggings, the light purple hat which just made her golden blonde hair pop.