"Fred! Oh my gosh!"
Bobbie's shrill voice rudely interrupted my sweet dreams.
I opened my eyes and saw my sister standing at my bedside, still holding on to the covers she had just pulled off me. She was staring at my midriff, a flustered look on her face.
"Whassup, Sis," I asked, still sleepy and very much involved in the hot action I had been getting in my dream just seconds before.
"Your dick is hard again," she said, almost whispering, as if she didn't want me to hear.
That wasn't really any news to me. Not after the dream I just had, and anyways, I had a hard-on every morning. Fred Jr. was working just fine, thank you very much. No complaints in that department.
This morning, however, Fred Jr. had decided to make an in-person appearance. He had freed himself from my PJ pants and was sticking out through the fly, standing up straight from my body, in all his naked glory.
I don't know why I said what I said next. It wasn't really appropriate, and it wasn't really any of my sister's business, either.
"It's hard like this every morning, Sis."
My sister didn't answer. She kept staring, though, and I was way to sleepy to realize I should probably have covered up.
"Time to get up, Fred," my sister said factually after a couple of seconds silence. "Mom's got breakfast ready. Time to put the decorations up."
She turned around and left the room. I looked after her. Did I see her hips sway a little more than usual?
'Wow, she has a nice ass.' I couldn't help noticing.
Needless to say, this morning's events called for another good session in the shower. It went just like yesterday's. The thoughts of my sister's hot body that had gone around my head for the past two days or so did their magic again, and when it was time, Fred Jr. unloaded forcefully again. This time, my spunk hit the tiles.
Breakfast was a little awkward this morning. Bobbie had a hard time looking at me, and I didn't feel overly comfortable around her, either.
When Mom left to clean up after breakfast, I said, "I'm sorry, Bobbie. I should have covered up this morning."
"Is it really like that every day, Fred," Bobbie asked instead of answering me. She blushed slightly.
"Yeah, but why do you want to know?"
"Oh, nothing. Just curious."
"You shouldn't have seen it, Sis. I'm sorry," I said, thinking 'that's what you get from pulling the covers off a sleeping man.'
Bobbie didn't respond. Did I see her licking her lips?
"A penny for your thoughts, Sis," I said after a moment of silence.
"Nothing, Fred, going to take my shower now."
She ruffled my hair when she walked past me. She hadn't done that in years.
We spent the day getting the house ready for Christmas.
Bobbie and Mom got excited every time they pulled a decoration out of one of the boxes. It was my job to climb up and down the ladder, making sure everything that needed to be fixed was fixed properly.
By the time it got dark outside, around 4pm, we had most of the work done. The house was clean, and the decorations really made a difference. Little Santas, Elves and snowmen (yes, they were snow-men) were placed on every ledge around the house, alongside their tools or other relevant artefacts. We even had a tiny wintery village set up in the living room.
The ceiling lights were reflected over and over in the many baubles we had placed around the house, and together with the green and red from the garlands that were draped around the handrail of the staircase they really did give the house a festive look.
There was one important thing still to go up, yet. The tree. Putting up the tree had always been a big deal in our house, and it was very important this year, too.
It had its dedicated place, in the corner between the fireplace and the window. While I set up the tree, Mom and Bobbie went off to the kitchen to get some more mulled wine and cookies ready.
When the tree was up and decorated, I gathered all the empty boxes and was ready to put them back in the attic, when one last decoration fell out of one of them: a mistletoe. Green plastic twigs with little white balls on them.
Although it didn't look like much, the mistletoe had always been a special decoration, its traditional place being right over the living room door.
I placed the decoration on the coffee table while I was moving the empty boxes into the hallway. When I came back to the living room, Mom and Bobbie had found the mistletoe.
"Put it up where it belongs, Fred. Maybe this year, I'll get kissed..."
"...by a dark and handsome man. Mom, we know," Bobbie and I said nearly in unison, with drawn out voices. We were both tired of this story. It had been the same for the past 19 years, and never once had it come true.
I got the ladder and placed the decoration exactly in the center above the living room door. You never knew. We might even get an attractive female visitor this year. One that I could kiss...