Christmas Wish for s****r - Sex Stories

Christmas Wish for s****r

Kyle knew what his Christmas wish was. His f****y had a tradition. Every year on Christmas Eve, they'd each write a secret wish on a small piece of paper and throw it into the fire place. If they were lucky, the wish might even come true. In past years, Kyle had often had trouble deciding, and would be almost as slow throwing something in as his s****r, Millie. But this year, he knew exactly what he would wish for. He wanted tits. A curvy body, a round ass, big bouncy tits, a cute smile, and a tight, wet, willing pussy. And he wanted it bad. He wanted it so bad that the wish itself almost seemed unfair, taunting, focusing his intense desire but not actually helping get him there. All wishing could do was remind him of what he already knew, but not get him any closer to getting a girl. His erection was uncomfortable, borderline painful in his jeans. He'd already jerked off twice that day, and it wasn't even dinner time. It wasn't relieving him, only making him sore. He waited a few minutes, letting it weaken until it at least wasn't so obvious, before going in search of distraction. His s****r's door was open, and he stopped. Millie's constant mopiness was a perfect distraction. Sometimes he thought she could bring anybody down. He never understood it. She was pretty, smart, never had trouble getting dates, but also seemed to lack interest in anyone past one or two outings, and just dragged herself around constantly, as if expecting someone to jump out and kick her in the shin ...

... if she ever cracked a smile. &#034So, what are you going to wish for this year?&#034 Kyle asked at the door. She was holding a book in her hands, open to the middle, but staring off into space. Kyle tried to follow her eyes to see what she might be looking at, but they appeared locked on a bare patch of wall. He looked at her again and sighed. Looking down at the book, she flipped the pages idly, then closed in and set it down, leaning forward in her chair. &#034I don't know. I don't think I'll do anything this year.&#034 &#034Oh, you have to put something in.&#034 &#034I know. I'll probably just leave it blank.&#034 &#034Eh, just wish for a million dollars. It can't hurt, right?&#034 &#034I'll...do something.&#034 She turned around to him and gave him a small smile. Instead of being annoyed, it seemed to say, &#034Thanks for trying to cheer me up, even though it's a lost cause.&#034 She sank back into her chair, grabbing her book and staring off into space again. Kyle waited a moment, and then left her. Though he was well used to this behavior, and had paid it as little attention as anything else about his s****r, something about that sad smile affected him strangely. He'd spent months rolling his eyes at her melodrama and angst, but for some reason today it seemed to strike him differently. Their dad called them into the den, a little early since he was taking their mother out to dinner. He joyously handed out the slips of paper. Holding his paper, Kyle looked again at his ...