His Xmas Surprise (2 page)

I conned Peter into letting me take
the controls while he rode shotgun, I hadn't flown in a while and I missed it.

My missions usually found me behind
enemy lines infiltrating the compounds of some nut job that had decided for
whatever fucked up reason that he or they were going to take over the world.
Assholes.

I can't say in the four years and
more than thirty missions I'd been on that I regretted getting rid of some of
the world's more repellent humanoids.

My last mission involved a government
that had turned on its people and were treating them like chattel, little girls
were being prostituted and boys too come to think of it, men and women old and
young were forced into slave labor, anyone not conforming were being shot down
like dogs in the street.

The world would've remained ignorant
of this horror if intelligence hadn't been leaked by a hacker from MIT, whose
little Facebook friend had sent her an SOS.

It took five of us to go in and
subdue or kill whomever the fuck we needed to to get shit back to where it
needed to be. Don't know why these fucks kept messing with Uncle Sam, that
fucker had no tolerance for assholes shitting in his backyard, and trust me
it's all his backyard.

But thank goodness that's all behind
me now, I can wash the stink of a world gone dark off of me and enjoy civilian
life, then again swimming in a tank of business sharks might not be much
better.

I put in the coordinates for the
landing and felt the smile growing on my face as I saw the waters below.

A whole week of swimming and sleeping
sounded real good.

After I'd gotten off the phone with
Cynthia I'd taken care of sending off my packages, that hadn't taken too long,
there was no packing to be done since I had clothes on the island, just some
last minute odds and ends and I was ready to go.

Three o'clock in the afternoon was a
good time to be landing in this island paradise.

I took the family skiff from it's
moorings in the town harbor where it was housed when not in use and made my way
the hour or so to the island.

I'd inherited the island from my
grandfather when I graduated Harvard, a nice little add on to all the other
places my family owned together and separately all over the globe.

I was ready to hit the surf but a
quick change was in the works first.

There was a Xmas tree with gifts
under it that gave me pause, I guess Vonda thought I would want to decorate to
feel in the holiday spirit, whatever, might be something to do, but where did
the gifts come from?

I'll think about that later.

I headed upstairs for my bedroom and
got my second shock.

"What the fuck?"

I looked around to make sure I was in
the right place.

It looked right, the paintings on the
walls were the ones I remembered, the furniture looked somewhat familiar but
there were women's clothes thrown all over the bed and it looked like it'd been
slept in.

With furrowed brow I looked around
but there was no one in the house.

Could Cynthia have somehow beaten me
here? I wouldn't put it pass my sis to decide to join me, not wanting me to be
alone for the holidays.

I smiled again, that's just the sort
of thing I'd expect her to do, of course mom would go ape shit if two of her
'babies' were missing for Xmas, I'll have to get her little ass back on a plane
to Washington.

Changing into my trunks I headed out
to find her, she wasn't anywhere on the beach, not as far as the eye could see,
but halfway down from the house I saw a book on a towel, so she's in the water.

"Bronte!" Since when does
Cynthia read the classics? Must be some school thing.

A figure broke the surface of the
water; I started to call out to her but stopped.

The height was about right but
something was off, for one thing the hair was too long...and for another, my
cock never went to full attention at the sight of my sister's body before.

There was only one woman, well child
really who had ever done that to me, she was one of the reasons I stayed out of
Washington as often as I did.

She was sixteen the first time my
body reacted to her that way; I was twenty-five and so not going there, so I'd
run like hell.

"Fuck me."

Man that Cynthia is a genius, this is
just what I needed, I had a good night's sleep, well rested, I was sure by now
that dad knew I wasn't going to be getting married somehow I felt good knowing
that, the secret was out and I was free.

I'd had a banana for breakfast, and a
look around, I’d spun around in a fit of giddy joy enjoying the solitude and
newfound freedom.

I'd told the caretaker that she could
take the rest of the week off to be with her family for the holidays, which she
would've been doing anyway if Cynthia hadn't sprung me on her.

The fridge and the cupboards were
stocked and I was set. There was a phone to call the mainland in case of
emergency and since no one could get on the island except by boat I felt
relatively safe.

The only thing was swimming alone
which I would never do normally, but as long as I was careful I should be okay.

The water felt amazing, it was warm
and cooling at the same time in the Caribbean heat.

Then again the dental floss Cynthia
had packed for me to swim in left everything bare. I should've known better
than to let her pack for me, what made her think I wanted to dress like Sluts
'R Us was beyond me, at least there won't be anyone else here to see this X
rated display.

Coming up from my swim I almost had a
heart attack when I saw the lone figure standing over my towel, I opened my
mouth to scream but before real terror could set in my nipples puckered right
up and my heart beat like crazy for another reason.

I'd know that profile anywhere, shit,
the one person who was absolutely worthy of my girly bits, who thought I was
nothing but an annoying brat, and he was here.

"What are you doing here?"
I stomped out of the deeper water but stayed just inside.

"Since this is my island I think
I should be asking you that."

"Your island, I thought it
belonged to your family?"

Why did he make me go on the
defensive every time? It's like he was the match to my fuse, every other
breathing organism on the earth I could deal with, but this one, arghh.

"No it's mine, so what the hell
are you doing on it? I don't recall giving you permission..."

"Cynthia sent me here Lord
Bentley...."

"Don't start brat, you still
haven't told me why you're here, which doesn't matter anyway since you're not
staying."

"Oh yes I am."

"No, you're not, now get your
ass out of that water and let's get your ass back to the mainland, Pete should
still be there."

"Then you go cause I'm not going
back to Washington until next year, no way no now."

I folded my arms so he'd know I meant
business, I usually ran like hell from his disapproving glare but this was one
fight he was not going to win.

"You can't stay here little
girl, now stop playing around and let's go."

"Why can't I stay here? There're
like fifty rooms in that place, we don't even have to see each other..."

He was shaking his head before I
stopped speaking, I really took him in then since he was no longer looking at
me, that body, shit, as my friend Darlene would say 'sham wow panties now' then
I looked lower and my eyes almost fell out of my head.

Was that a...holy shit he's huge. I
gulped and started drawing in air like a drowning man.

"No way, you can't stay."

Oh really big guy, we'll just see
about that.

"I'm staying and that's
that."

"You ever been fucked by a real
man Anna-Maria? Because if you're on this island after sundown there's a good
chance you'll know what it feels like to have ten inches of steel in your
belly."

Shit, maybe I shouldn't have been
that blunt with her but she just wasn't getting it, I've always been
circumspect with her but she wasn't a little girl anymore, she was old enough
by any law anywhere and there was nothing standing in the way of me taking her.

She made a little squeaking noise
like a mouse caught in a trap at my announcement and made a mad dash up the
beach.

I watched that unbelievably bouncy
ass of hers as she disappeared up the beach, my dick calling me all kinds of
fool.

I had to wait until I got myself
under control before following her.

Merry fucking Xmas to me.

Shit, I think I scared the fuck outta
the brat because she was nowhere to be found when I got back to the house.

"Anna-Maria..."

Where the hell was she? Maybe she was
heeding my advice and getting her shit so I could get her off this island
before the only thing stuffed for Xmas was her little pussy.

Shit, down boy, we're not going
there, she'd make my life a living hell I just knew it, mouthy little brat. But
damn she was so fucking beautiful and those eyes of hers lived in my fucking
dreams, then again so did her ass and her little apple sized boobs and...Damn
everything about her haunted me and had been for two years.

The guys all thought I had a really
soft spot for Cynthia because I carried around her picture with me, if they
only knew it was the hottie next to her that I was really ogling...well...I'd
been very jealous of that picture anytime one of the guys would comment on her
unusual beauty, but I had to play it off, she was only seventeen in the picture
after all.

I could tell either Cynthia or mom
had gotten hold of her because instead of her usual flannel and jeans she was
wearing a little sundress to her knees that hugged her breasts and showed off
her legs, with the slightest hint of that ass from the side.

I'd stared at that shit so often it
was dog-eared and almost faded.

"Anna-Maria are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

She came downstairs wearing some
little wrap around thing that barely covered her up and was see through, this
little girl was playing with fire.

"To leave."

"I'm not leaving."

"Did you not hear what I
said?"

"I heard you, but I don't think
you'll do anything, so...." She shrugged her shoulder at me, was she
insane?

"Anna-Maria, read my lips, I,
will, fuck, you."

She gulped and her eyes widened as I
came closer.

"You don't even like me."

"Think again."

"But...but...." She held
one hand out in front of her to ward me off.

My nostrils flared like a stallion in
heat that had to show the mare who was in charge.

"No buts, you have five seconds
to make up your mind, if you stay here there's only going to be one
outcome."

Five seconds, what is he nuts? I need
to pee, I'm twitchy like a junkie and my coochie has turned slut. Why do I say
that? Because she liked the gruff bossy way he spoke to her.

"I can't go home..."

"What, why not, what did you
do?"

I bit my lip; how much should I tell
him? If he knew I was here against my father's wishes would he force me to go
back? He was such a stickler for the rules after all, the stuff shirt.

"I can't tell you." Good
answer Anna this was still American soil I could plead the fifth if I wanted.

"Not good enough, start talking
or I'm calling Washington."

He made as if to pick up the phone.

"No no wait...shit...." I
bit my lip, dammit, why did he have to be such an ass and what the hell was he
doing here anyway?

"Why are you here again?"
That's right, stall for time.

"We're not doing that again,
start talking."

"I'msupposedtogetmarriedintwodays."

"What, come again? It sounded
like you said you were getting married in two days."

Okay, why is he looking at me like he
wants to strangle me?

I just nodded my head yes.

"To who?" He was advancing
on me again I wasn't fast enough to get out of his way this time.

"Mark Foster."

"The fuck you are."

"I'll have no choice if you send
me back."

I closed my eyes against the tears
that were starting to gather in them.

"Anna-Maria, look at me...open
them."

I opened my tear-drenched eyes and
looked right into his cerulean blue orbs. Twitch, twitch, my cooch was going
haywire.

"Your five seconds are up."

I swallowed hard as my knees went
weak.