Meet the Lewis'

I pulled out Santa's "Naughty and Nice" list and began looking for interesting possibilities.

"Here's a good one, Santa" I pointed to two names at the top of the "very naughty" list.

"Mmmm," Santa fingered the list, "Let's see what you found, Willie." Santa read the details below the two names.

"Sara Lewis, just turned 18. She's a Senior at Mapledale High School. Her parents have grounded her after she wrecked the family car while driving drunk. Seems like her Dad has some influence with the police; Sara isn't facing charges." He read down a bit more, "I see we also have her brother, Tom. He's 19. He just flunked out of college. Seems that he spend all of his time partying."

Santa looked over at me with a smile. "This could be interesting. Plot our course, Willie."

In the wink of an eye we landed, invisible, on the Lewis' roof. It was a huge house on what looked like an estate. The Lewis' had some dough!

Santa grabbed the "special" bag he kept under his seat. I followed him down the chimney. Quietly, we began to explore the well-furnished home.

"Seems as if the parents are gone to a social," Santa lifted a fancy invitation from a table in the hallway. "Let's check on the kids."

We climbed the stairs and began searching the rooms.

Tom Lewis sat on a chair in front of his computer. I was amused to see that he was only wearing a terry-cloth robe; it was open wide. Tom was a tall, good-looking lad with light brown hair and a muscular build. One hand was wrapped around his formidable cock - it was at least 10 inches long and thick as a wrist. He was engrossed in a porno video playing on his computer. Slowly, he stroked his cock as he drooled over a young girl getting fucked by four or five guys.

Santa tapped my shoulder and motioned me on. Two doors down the hall we found Tom's sister, Sara - that discovery almost popped my eyes out. Sara was just down-right beautiful. Her long hair was the same light-brown color as her brother's. She had breasts that had to be described as perfect - well-shaped, firm, the size of small melons, with pink, pointed nipples just above center. Her pussy was clean-shaven. She sported a ring in her navel and another one just above her large, engorged clit. The reason I was able to note all this is because Sara was sprawled out naked across her queen-sized bed, a knobby vibrator buzzing away and sliding in and out of her dripping pussy.

My cock was already straining my pants. I noticed the same kind of bulge in Santa's red pants too. I decided to wait until Santa made the first move.