Choice Tales from the Vale – (244) Family Christmas Tradition (Part 03)
Once they reached her bedroom door he had to wedge her against the door jamb while he opened the door, unfortunately as the door swung open she fell into the room.
Dave instinctively reached out and grabbed her in an effort to prevent her from hurting herself unfortunately he overreached and fell to the floor before she did and landed on his back just in time for Clare to land on top of him.
“If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask” she slurred before planting an almost Labrador like kiss on his mouth.
“I’m too much of a gentleman” he said after extricating himself from her embrace and struggled to his feet and helped Clare to do the same before steering her into the bedroom.
“But you’re not a gentleman” she said as he plopped her onto the bed “so there’s nothing stopping you”
She grabbed him by the lapels and planted another kiss on his mouth, much more controlled and unhurried and he started to reciprocate.
He had never noticed before, but Clare was actually an attractive woman, who beneath her stern exterior was a warm open person, with an altogether pleasant demeanour.
She was not the person that the family all thought she was, she was not the persona she projected to the world.
Dave began unbuttoning her dressing gown and her kissing became more intense and she snorted through her nose.
He couldn’t believe he was in Cousin Clare’s bedroom, kissing her while he was undressing her.
His sister Karen would laugh her socks off if she knew he was snogging the “dried up old witch” and enjoying it.
It didn’t feel to him like he was fondling a witch, she was too warm, soft and tender and when his finger went between her lips he knew she wasn’t dried up either.
And when he was positioned between her thighs she stopped kissing him and said
“I thought this day would never come”
So as he looked into her eyes he slowly entered her.
On his way back from the bathroom he paused to gaze out of the landing window and the snow was still falling fast and then he climbed back into Clare’s bed and she gave a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.
“Tomorrow” he replied “if you still want me”
“Why wouldn’t I still want you?” she asked
“You may feel differently in the cold light of day” he pointed out
“I won’t” she assured him
“How can you be so sure?” he asked
“Because I’ve always wanted you” she replied
“In which case we can do it all day” he said and kissed her
“We have to drive to Abbottsford tomorrow” she pointed out
“It’s still snowing so we won’t be going anywhere tomorrow”
“What about the Family Christmas Tradition?”
“I suppose we’re just going to start our own tradition” he said
Clare lifted her head from his chest and looked at him coyly and said
“Then I hope it snows till twelfth night”