Coming Home for Christmas

She placed her gift under the tree, "I brought you a little something for Christmas, it was the best I could do on such short notice."

Just then Greg's heart dropped a little, he had his gifts in his truck for the family, he had meticulously picked out ones for each member of the family and yet, he didn't know if they survived the accident nor if they had been recovered. He pondered how to ask his family if they had gotten anything out of the truck without revealing that he remembered having items in the truck.

"Hey mom, dad, I have a question, was there anything left in my truck, like clothes, a suitcase maybe, I don't even know if I bought presents for you all." He smiled to himself, vague enough to ask and yet not alert anyone to his memory being restored.

"Yes, there were a few gifts and a suitcase, they are upstairs on your bed, we put them there after the police pulled them out of your truck before having it hauled off. I don't know if anything was harmed but luckily the packages and your suitcase were without a scratch or tear somehow," his dad responded.

His father had pulled the gift for Gwen out and sat it in their bedroom, not wanting to have it lying around and needing an explanation. He wondered now if that was the right thing to do. Maybe they should just tell Greg who she was. No best to let him remember on his own.

As Gwen came in and sat down next to Greg, she couldn't help but smile, it was good to see him up and out of the hospital, she desperately wanted to be with them when he was brought home but couldn't figure out a good alternate way of explaining why she was there again when she would be at dinner tonight. Greg thought about all the ways to proceed this evening, unbeknownst to him there was already a master plan devised by the beautiful girl next to him and his parents conspiring to give them ample opportunity to jump start this thing between them.

Jenny came into the room and asked if they would be eating at the table tonight or if Greg would prefer to sit and watch a movie with dinner. Greg looked at Gwen and asked if she had a preference, wondering which she would choose. Gwen decided the table would be best for now so that when they relaxed on the couch it would give her an easier excuse to curl up next to him.

Sitting at the table they had a wonderful meal and some fun conversation; Greg asked leading questions about Gwen and asked his parents what it was he did for a living. Divulging what they knew, he was forced to pretend he had no idea what he really did and had to choke back the urge to correct a few times when they were slightly off. It was amusing to him that they knew a lot about what he did, not just some of the finer particulars and that he really needed to fill them in more soon if they were really interested.

Gwen for her part had her story down pretty good, she told him that she was going to college locally and that her parents were away on a cruise for the holidays, and she had decided to stay behind and watch the house and just relax after finals were done. This is where part of the plan began to unfold in front of Greg.

"Oh, you'll be alone on Christmas tomorrow?" he asked her solemnly. All along he knew expected he knew the answer and how his parents would respond but he waited for their reply to coincide with whatever Gwen would reply.

"No Gwen, we have a little guest apartment above the garage, if you'd like to spend the night there and come over in the morning, I'm sure we can rustle up a gift or two from Santa and have you join us, no one should be alone on Christmas dear." Jenny quickly interjected.

Gwen smiled at her mother, right on cue, "Well, I guess I could go back and get a few things it's not too far away. I'll just grab some pj's and clothes for tomorrow along with the essential items a girl needs."

They finished dinner and Greg did his best to help clean up, Gwen turned and asked if he was ok with her staying over. He gave a nod and told her that it would be their pleasure to have her stay with them, there was always room for one more on Christmas.

Gwen told everyone she would be right back and ran out and started her car, backing it out of the driveway and putting it around the corner. She hustled up to the apartment and grabbed the suitcase she had packed earlier and stuck out there. She returned to her car and pulled back around and into the driveway. She almost forgot to knock or ring the doorbell this time, as Brutus was already at the door wondering what game was being played by his favorite humans tonight.

Greg, sitting on the couch, noticed Brutus bouncing around the door and yelled out for her to go ahead and come in. Gwen opened the door and peeked in, Greg waved her in, and she slipped through the door grinning and gave Brutus a little love. He settled down quickly, happy, everyone was back in the house and slid up on the couch next to Greg for love. Gwen pondered what to do about the big, "horsey puppy" as they called Brutus due to his size, he wouldn't leave Greg's side without being prompted.

Greg noticed the lack of spots to sit and ushered the big dog down off the couch, Brutus turned and huffed but curled up at Greg's feet and proceeded to fall asleep on his boy's feet. Gwen gave a quick thanks to Greg and slid down on the couch next to him, not quite touching but a little closer than just a visitor would normally sit. He smiled at her and noticed the subtle change in her appearance, she was a little more relaxed, the situation was going her way. This had always been one of Gwen's tells when playing games, instead of getting excited when she got good cards or was winning a game of chess or checkers against him, she'd smile and get relaxed.

Jenny and their dad came in with hot coco and turned down the lights, "We have a tradition, which by the design on your shirt I'm sure you'll be just fine with tonight, you see Greg's favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard."

There was a quick but lively debate about the idiots that swore this was just an action movie with Christmas happening to be the background. Those that understood as this family did, it was a Christmas movie with action thrown in. They also agreed that should you ever see Bruce Willis at Christmas you should either get far away or make sure you're right next to him for safety's sake.

Being this close to Greg, was driving Gwen wild, she wanted to just climb up on his lap and smother him with kisses, their parents in the room be damned. But they had all agreed to at least a little of the progression before the rent's had gone to get Greg from the hospital. As the movie started and the lights were dimmed, they all watched and quoted some of the lines along with the movie word for word. Greg couldn't help but stifle a laugh, this had been their same interaction the last time he was home at Christmas, and he felt loved and happy that he had made the journey home no matter what else may have happened the past few days.

Gwen got an unexpected bonus help from Brutus who decided the floor was not for him, he jumped up beside her on the opposite end of Greg and pushed his way in to lay down next to her forcing her to close what little gap there was between her and Greg on the couch at the time. "Sorry, the big doggy decided that the other end of the couch is his," she said smiling up as she leaned a bit closer to Greg.

"That's no problem, if you don't mind it's a little chilly out here, pull that blanket down from behind you and just curl up next to me if it's not too awkward," he replied. He may not know what plan there was for him, but he figured this couldn't hurt it at all.

Jenny nudged her husband as they looked over and saw what was going on. "I want to finish this one, but I suggest if we tell them to watch Die Harder, we just excuse ourselves and make sure to vanish for the evening."

Her husband agreed, a twinkle in his eye, they had their own Christmas tradition, and it usually involved starting the second Die Hard movie with the kids and then disappearing upstairs to play Santa and his naughty elf. He was eager to get to that especially because of the stress and worry over the last few days with his son.

Part 4 It's getting a lot hotter.

Gwen waited until just the right part, when Hans shoots Ellis, as soon as the gun went off, she jumped a bit and snuggled into Greg even more, feigning shock. "I know I've probably seen this movie 15 times, but that part always makes me jump," she said looking up at him.

"It's ok with me," he said putting his arm around her pulling her in a little closer. He immediately felt the mistake he had made. Her chest unfettered by a bra was pushing up against him, thankfully she was wearing that sweatshirt, he thought to himself. He let his hand drift down and rest on her hip, fighting the urge to let it drift just a little and onto the gorgeous round cheek of her ass. Wait, he pondered, what the hell am I thinking, this is my little sister not some random girl.

Gwen squirmed, she had to figure out the next step and quick, she had not anticipated Brutus' help, she knew she was getting too warm, and it wasn't just the room temperature. She sat up briefly, pulled the sweatshirt off of her, feeling her t-shirt trying to ride up with it as she whipped it over her head she smiled beneath the cover of the sweatshirt, taking just a little too long to finish pulling it up and exposing just the hint of some underboob. She carefully pulled the sweatshirt the remaining way off her and tossed it over the back of the couch and snuggled right back in, pulling her t-shirt down about halfway, "forgetting" to pull down the back, knowing she was leaving a hint of thong exposed beneath the fluffy pajama pants with the snowmen beckoning his attention. Now when he put his hand back on her hip, he was only going to find the warm flesh of her hip. Just slightly uncovered, and if his hand drifted down at all, he was going to have a hands-on experience with her ass.

Jenny watched this from her spot on the other couch, she had to admire the seductive nature of her daughter, subtle, yet just an offering of what was available all done so that if this was a date of Greg's neither parent would have paid much attention. Knowing it was Gwen and what she was doing excited Jenny just enough that she was already squirming and waiting to play the naughty elf for her husband, preferably sooner than later if possible. She looked at Greg's face and saw what she thought could be a mischievous twinkle or outright fear. The two were so intricately linked on her son's face that she couldn't quite reconcile which thought it was.

Greg for his part was feeling both of those exact feelings at the moment, were his parents really ok with this? Was his sister trying to lure him into touching her and putting his hands on her body? Did he play dumb and go with it or should he call an end to the farce and tell them he had regained his memories? He, being male and curious, decided to see where this went. His little, perhaps not so little, head was doing the thinking now. If his parents weren't about to end this then neither was he, at least not yet.

Gwen reached back as she snuggled under the blanket again, right up against Greg and pulled his hand just to the top of her pajama bottoms. She made sure his hand just grazed and encountered her flesh and she felt goosebumps immediately form. Part of her did at least, the other parts of her swelled with desire and satisfaction that this was going just to her design. She decided to up the ante just a bit more, putting her hand out she lay it on his thigh and rested her head against his chest. Gwen really had to fight the urge to just reach down and run her hand over the obvious swell beneath his sweatpants, but not yet, she was intent on causing desire in Greg.

Greg decided to just go with it, as the movie continued to play, he ran his fingers all over the edge of Gwen's pants, staying in contact with the material but allowing a few fingers to graze her exposed skin. He brushed along the thong and really had to ignore the impulse to pull it up and snap it on her cute ass. He ignored that thought as fast as it came to him, that would definitely draw attention to what was going on beneath the blanket. Soon enough Hans was falling from the roof and Gwen was sure her brother was now sporting a vicious erection beneath those sweatpants even though the blanket was draped loosely over him. He had not stopped rubbing her once since she had presented him with a little flesh to touch. Soon she would go in for the kill.

Jenny stood up as the movie ended and handed her son the controller, "per the usual you can stay up and watch the next one, but Santa and his elf have some last-minute wrapping to do upstairs before bedtime. So, no peeking young man, you stay down here until we text you that it is ok to go to bed," she told him as she glanced and nodded her head at the young lady snuggled up against him. "Gwen if you should need anything tonight just have Greg text us and let us know. If not, it was lovely to see you this evening, there's clean sheets and blankets on the bed to the apartment and it has its own shower and kitchen if you get hungry there should be some snacks." Jesus, Jenny thought to herself, I'm rambling. Just stop and let them do what's going to happen naturally.

"Thanks mom, I can help Gwen if she needs anything in the apartment. Although, I'm not sure I know where anything is at this point, but we should be good."

Gwen thanked their mom, smiling at her but refusing to move from beneath the blanket and break the spell she had with Greg now. She knew when her mom looked at her Greg was queueing up for the next movie and gave her a smile and a little thumbs up that mom understood completely. Just like that both parents had vanished from sight, they heard them climb the steps and close the door upstairs, assuming the one to their bedroom and the hallway. Gwen snuggled in a little closer as the movie started and reached down, she pushed her pants down just a little more, giving Greg a bit more flesh to play with.

"Gwen," he began immediately, "we don't have to do anything tonight, I know you feel thankful for me saving your life and us letting you stay here tonight but nothing must happen. To be honest, I do not even know if I have a girlfriend back where I live."

Gwen had to bite her lip to refrain from blurting out that he hadn't had a girlfriend in the past few years, he was just working himself to the bone. This led to her stifling the laugh to herself, she thought, "I'd like to give him something to work on with that big bone."

"Greg," she began, "I'll be 21 in a few days, I'm well aware of what I do and don't have to do sir. But let's just see where this night takes us. No rushing, when I'm curled up next to you right here it feels natural, like maybe I've been waiting for you, or something akin to I've known you all my life."

Greg pulled her close and hugged her deeply, "I know just what you mean Gwen," he fought back the urge to kiss her, if that's what she really wanted she was going to have to initiate it. His morals were already fighting a losing battle, everything in him made him want to kiss her right now. God, her lips looked so alluring, feeling her breasts up against him, bruised ribs being ignored, felt magnificent and he wasn't about to lie to himself, he knew very soon his hand was going to end up on her cute ass.

As the second movie started Gwen just decided to throw caution to the wind, she looked up and then pulled herself up just a little, forcing Greg's hand to either move with her or get a good amount of flesh beneath it. She was going to kiss him, they both knew it, just not when, there really just needed to be a catalyst to jump start her, something that pushed her across that thin barrier separating them right now.

Greg let his hand remain, cupping a good amount of her ass at the moment, not moving it at all, desperately fighting the urge to squeeze it, when finally, he just gave it the lightest of squeezes. At that exact same moment as she looked up at him, his hand curled around one glorious ass cheek, Brutus unknowingly helped the situation along, he stretched out, his big paws pushing against Gwen forcing her just a little closer, that gap bridged. Gwen licked her lips quickly and went for it, crushing her lips against Greg's. She gave the slightest whimper as she felt him open his mouth and she slid her tongue in, finding his own and teasing them against one another.

The barrier burst open at that point in both their minds, Greg squeezed her ass and adjusted to get a better grip. Gwen not to be outdone reached down and squeezed his already throbbing cock, she stroked it up and down through the sweatpants not wanting to be too forward right away. Their kiss lingered, heated up, slowed down, smaller kisses, light moans, hands flittering everywhere. Gwen started to pull back and as she did Greg followed, not wanting the spell to be broken.

When she finally pulled back she reached up and put a finger to his lips, "I just need to catch my breath for a moment, we aren't done," she whispered to him in a sultry voice. Split second decisions being made on both their parts, Gwen sat up, swung around and straddled Greg's lap, she took him hands and put them on her ass as she leaned in for another kiss.

As they continued to make out, completely oblivious to the sounds of the tv and also their parents on the top step peeking down at them. Jenny was wound up, horny as could be, the scene below her fueling her lust that she was about to unleash on her husband as he grabbed her by the ponytail and led her back up the steps. "Hottest thing I may have ever seen next to you my dear little elf slut," he growled pulling her to the bedroom with him and lightly closing the door.

Gwen had no doubt her panties were soaked, that Greg could and would have her tonight. Her Christmas wish come true, at least if this was any indication. Gwen took his hands briefly from her ass and pulled them up under her shirt. He didn't need any guidance from there, he pulled her shirt off and leaned down licking and sucking each nipple. Greg took his time teasing her as she writhed against his cock, her hand holding it against her clit as she gyrated back and forth over him.

Greg slowly sucked and twirled the nipple with his tongue, pushing against it, rolling his tongue over it and then sucking the swollen bud back between his teeth and pulling lightly. Grazing the little flesh with his tongue over and over. Gwen was already moaning, he could smell her arousal, he could feel the need as she essentially masturbated with his cock against her clit. He switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, lifting her breast a little higher he sucked the underside, leaving a mark, his own little hidden hickie on her where no one else could see it.

Meanwhile his fingers were twirling her nipples and sending her higher and higher with pleasure. She didn't know how much longer she could fight off an orgasm. Gwen leaned back forcing her chest up, making her breast a little more taunt, it had the desired effect as Greg grabbed her ass and forced her to grind her clit into him harder. He took a chance and reached beneath the fluffy pants which were being worked off by the grinding she was doing against him. He pushed them lower, and slipped his fingers beneath her thong from behind, sliding a finger in between her wet nether lips. She was so wet he slid in with no problem and she immediately clenched on his fingers and went rigid against his chest, she couldn't whimper or find her breath. She couldn't scream and moan, she could only ride the wave of orgasm crashing around her as her brother's fingers slid slowly in and out of her.

As soon as the rigidity left her body and she slumped down a little Greg slipped his fingers out of her, bringing them back around he started to lick one just to taste her when she grabbed his hand and sucked on his wet fingers forcefully. Swirling her tongue around them, she pushed off of him and slid down between his legs, eager to play with him.