Becki stirred in the dark, the familiar weight of the duvet pressing against her chubby frame. At forty-five she still felt self-conscious about her body, those large 38E breasts she always kept hidden under loose tops. Mark, her childhood sweetheart, slept soundly beside her. Their life had been steady, predictable, no wild romances or daring adventures. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and the house held the quiet promise of tomorrow’s big family dinner. Neil, Mark’s recently divorced brother, was staying over to avoid being alone. They had all shared drinks earlier, laughter echoing until everyone drifted off.
Becki’s bladder protested. She glanced at the clock and sighed. No need for the robe, she told herself; Neil would be fast asleep. She slipped from bed naked, padding down the hall. The bathroom door looked closed, but in her hurry she missed the thin line of light beneath it. She turned the handle and stepped inside.
Neil stood at the toilet, completely naked, his soft cock in hand as a steady stream hit the porcelain. Becki froze, eyes widening. Neil looked up, startled but not embarrassed. “Well, this is one way to start Christmas,” he said, voice low and amused. He finished, gave a shake, and turned toward her without reaching for a towel. “Didn’t expect company at this hour.”
Becki’s cheeks burned, yet she didn’t retreat. “I thought you’d be asleep. Clearly I was wrong.” Her gaze flicked downward despite herself. Neil caught it and grinned. “See something interesting? Or are you just comparing notes?” She lifted her chin, refusing to play the shy victim. “Hardly. I’ve seen better. Though the timing leaves something to be desired.”
He laughed, stepping closer. The air thickened with tension. “Mark’s lucky. You’re bolder than I remember.” Becki arched a brow. “And you’re bolder than a recently divorced man should be. What, looking for a little holiday cheer?” Neil’s eyes darkened. “Maybe. You seem like you could use some too. All that quiet life catching up?” Their banter sparked, sharp and quick. Becki felt heat pool low in her belly, surprising her. She was no inexperienced girl, but this was new territory.
She didn’t back away when he reached out, fingers brushing her arm. “You’re sweating already,” he murmured. “Horny, Becki?” She met his stare. “Maybe I am. Doesn’t mean you get to assume anything.” Yet her body betrayed her, nipples tightening, pussy growing wet. Neil’s cock stirred, hardening under her gaze. “Then tell me to stop.” She didn’t. Instead she stepped forward, hand wrapping around his now hard length. “You talk too much.”
They crashed together against the sink. Becki kissed him fiercely, tongue demanding. Neil’s hands roamed her curves, squeezing her ass, then sliding between her thighs. She was dripping, slick and ready. “Fuck,” he groaned. She pushed him down onto the closed toilet lid and straddled him. “My pace,” she said firmly. She sank onto his cock, gasping as he filled her. They moved together, panting, skin slapping. Becki rode him hard, breasts bouncing freely for once. Neil thrust up, fingers circling her clit until she came with a sharp cry, pussy clenching around him. He followed seconds later, cum spilling deep inside her.
They stayed locked, sweating and catching breath. Becki smiled, satisfied and a little wicked. “Merry Christmas to us.” Neil chuckled. “This is only the beginning.”
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