Revenge, Pt 9: Christmas Presents - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 9: Christmas Presents

*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 9 Christmas It was always just the four of us for Christmas. For Thanksgiving we spent one day with as much family as we could cram into one room, but our parents always liked to spend this time with just us. Christmas day was the most fun it had been in years, mostly because Rose and I were on speaking terms again. We joked around like we did when we were kids, and I knew our parents could see the difference by the sly looks they kept giving each other. After we'd eaten the delicious turkey dinner that we'd all helped to make, as was the tradition, it was time to open presents. "Wait here." said Rose to me as we moved into the living room, "I got you something." Again my parents exchanged knowing looks, and I rolled my eyes at them. She came back holding a beautifully wrapped box with a bow on the top. It was small, big enough for maybe a book or something around that size. For a moment I was stunned at the effort she'd gone to, even though I already knew what was inside it. I lifted off the lid and saw her gift, nestled in the centre of a pile of different coloured strips of thin paper, along with a hand-written note, "To Steven. With love, your big sister." It was a twenty dollar bill. I grinned, then immediately put on a look of shock. I picked up the money and held it in my hands, disbelievingly. ...

... "Oh... wow." I said, looking up at her, "This... I don't know what to say. Thank you... so much..." She grinned and took my hand. I squeezed it in return, as if we were feeling a moment of pure sibling connection. "All I got you was a card." I said, sounding ashamed. I handed it to her, and saw her eyes light up. She opened it and as she expected a twenty fell out onto her lap. She read the card aloud, "To Rose, the world's best little sister. Merry Christmas." She leapt forward and threw her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. "Merry Christmas little brother." she said, pretending like she was about to cry. We heard a sob, and turned to see Mom actually was about to cry. We all laughed at her reaction, including Dad, but it was actually understandable. This method of gift giving was another old tradition of ours, just like each insisting we were the older twin. It had started on our 11th birthday, when we'd decided not to buy something for each other but just to give each other twenty dollars and buy whatever we wanted. It didn't occur to us at the time how pointless a gesture it was, but we'd kept it up. The acting shocked and grateful just became part of the joke over the years. The last two or maybe three years, however, we'd exchanged our 'gifts' in secret, almost. No cards, no notes, just the money left on a pillow, or handed directly to the other. It was really the last thing we'd had that had made us feel like we were even still related, a sad shadow of an old ...