Twas the Night Before Christmas_New January 23

[TeenFan]

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 1. Snug in the Bed


Twas the night before Christmas, and I was dreaming of what may be under the tree, what wonderful gifts I might receive. I had just about
drifted off to sleep when the nightlight by my bed suddenly went on. I squinted through bleary eyes to see my mom standing over me. Mom
nudges me on the shoulder to be sure I am awake.

"Sorry to wake you up, dear. We have a little issue that needs fixing."

It was then I noticed my mom wasn't alone. Next to her, standing at her side and slightly behind her, is Suzie York.

My eyes fluttered wide open. I clutched at the sheets, bringing them and the bed spread closer to my chin. It was an instinctual defensive
move on my part. 'WHAT THE HECK IS SHE DOING IN HERE'! my mind screamed internally. My mouth stayed shut, fortunately. Keep the motor
mouth shut down is usually the best policy around my parents.

"The York's car wouldn't start," mom began an explanation for the unusual appearance at my bedside after lights out time. "It's nearly midnight,
and it's too late for them to call a cab to take them to a motel. And it's snowing outside."

'What does snow have to do with anything?', I thought to myself. It's just a regular snowy night like so many others in December up here in
Kansas.

"So, your friends are staying for the night?" I asked it as a question, though I had already figured out the answer.

"That's right, dear. Fred and Belinda are being put in the den. Remember the two folding cots we have in the garage; they'll be using those.
And don't forget your uncle Mortimer was staying over and he has the couch in the living room. My my...we have such a full house tonight.
There wasn't any other place to put Suzie."

That is when I looked over at Suzie York. The girl waved her hand at me like this was a moment of greeting. This would be cute in an "Awe
Shucks" way if this wasn't in my bedroom with the stroke of midnight approaching. Suzie then giggled and shrugged her shoulders. However
cute these gestures are, they didn't make up for the fact that I found Suzie to be completely annoying at times.

I'm an only child, the man-child of the house, and I'm used to doing things a certain way. I keep a tidy room, not liking it when somebody
else moves my things around. I also enjoy my privacy. This intrusion is not agreeable to my sense of order. What is being suggested is...is,
most irregular.

"You mean she is gonna stay in here? In my room?" The whole idea was ludicrous. Isn't there a sleeping bag she can use? Can't she sleep on
the floor in the den near her parents? I pulled the covers up even tighter around my neck. My personal space is being invaded. This will ruin
my holiday cheer.

"You guessed it. Fortunately, Suzie won't take up much space. And that is a double bed you are in. Plenty of room for the two of you."

Mom then turned her attention to our young guest. "Do you want me to pull out one of Scott's pajamas from the dresser to help keep you
warm and snug?"

"No Mrs. Jacoby. I be fine wearing what I have under these clothes."

"Well okay...if you say so."

My mom seemed slightly hesitant, and I thought for a moment the whole plan could change, and the girl gets pulled out of the room. But
then mom went along with it.

Suzie had no hesitations. She pulls off her sweater, a thick Christmas sweater with brightly colored tree ornaments and holly leaves all over
the upper part of it. As the thick sweater comes up over her head, with a little assistance from mom, I see a thin undershirt ride upward.
As this undershirt rides up with the momentum of the larger, clingy holiday sweater, I see an expanse of Suzie's stomach which is quite slender.
As her arms come back down, as the undershirt settles back onto her torso into proper place, I can see the girl is a little more developed up
top than I suspected. The light green sleeveless shirt fits snugly on her. Peach sized mounds push out in two places, each the size of a young
girl's fist with a big knuckle pointing out from the center. This shirt is even on the short side, several inches of tummy showing above her
slacks. I can see her bellybutton, a cute innie.

Mom herself stopped to appraise the girl's appearance, as if thinking to herself, 'You are mature enough to need a bra. Where is your bra?'
"Are you sure you'll be warm enough with just this flimsy little shirt?" mom asks our guest.

"No problem," Suzie cheerfully replied. "This bed has plenty of covers...as long as Scotty doesn't try to hog them, ha ha." The girl then slipped
out of the brown corduroy pants and she stands there in hip hugging panties, creamy white in color with a light green waistband.

Suzie seemed unfazed by the prospect of being seen with her baby boobies poking out, as well as the full length of her legs which happen to be
in great shape since Suzie is on a prestigious sports club tennis team, which she brags about far too often.

My mom takes these clothes, and she places them on the chair of my student desk, the girl's socks and shoes piled on top of the pants and
sweater. Not waiting for any prompting, Suzie steps around to the other side of the bed opposite from the bedstand lamp. She grabs hold of the corner of the covers nearest the pillows. As Suzie pulls the covers back enough to make space for her to slip underneath them, I pull the
covers even tighter to my chest. I keep a firm grip on the section of sheet that will be next to the girl once she places her body next to mine.
I don't want her lifting the sheet and covers high enough to learn what I don't want her, or my mom, to find out.

I'm not wearing anything. I'm in my own bed, minding my own business, and I'm naked!

[Jeepman89]

Loving this so far! A Christmas treat indeed.

[Trundle]

Fabulous setup for a story. So efficient and straight into a great scenario.

Looking forward to more of this!

[Freesub]

A quick setup, and the last word providing the twist!

I'd love to see him being embarassed with it ultimately ending in a begrudging relationship when he realises she's too cute to ignore

[tommyjoe999]

this is interesting.. very curious where this story will go

[DrWhoFanJ]

I get the feeling Suzie will be getting an extra Christmas present from Scotty this year. What’s less clear is whether Scotty might also receive something similar from Suzie at some point.

[MaireadM]

Santa Claus came early delivering an underwear clad teen girl

[TeenFan]

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 2. The Party of Season's Past


Suzie, the daughter of some friends of my parents, had just gotten under the covers in my bed. My mom came over to the bed and she leaned
down over me again.

"Pleasant dreams of sugar plums dancing in your head," then mom kissed me on the forehead like I needed a tucking in and a goodnight kiss.
Maybe with Suzie there as a witness, mom has to prove what a wonderful parent she is and dote on my like I'm still a little kid. Mom ruffles
the hair on top of my head, which is the only part of my body showing beyond the covers, my head. Not even my arms or hands are exposed,
being tucked under the sheet when mom and Suzie suddenly dropped in with a surprise nocturnal attack on my beauty sleep.

"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs...I mean the Christmas crickets bite," Suzie merrily says nighty-night.

"That doesn't even make any sense," that is what I must say to her. "No such thing a Christmas crickets."

Suzie just laughs and my mom heads for the door. As soon as she was gone from the room, having left the night light on the bedstand still
on, I looked over at the clock to see it change from 11:59 to 12:00. A new day had come, the 25th of December, Christmas day has arrived.
I had already gotten a big early surprise, and this one didn't fit in a stocking hung by the fireplace.

I'm stuck in my own bed, and I'm a captive of my own self caused circumstances. Suzie, the thirteen year old girl who I didn't even like that
much is the main prison guard holding me captive. She is the guard of the prison bed and she doesn't even know it. I'm stuck here and I
can't get out. If I have to go to the bathroom she will see me. If she snuggles up too close to me, some part of her body touching some part
of mine, then she might discover the truth. The truth of it all is Suzie, the unexpected overnight guest, is in bed with a nudie nitwit. But how
was I supposed to predict something like this might happen?

How did I set myself up to be in my own trap? Well...this is how it started...

* * * * *

Last Christmas I got a neatly wrapped package from underneath the tree. It had my name on it, having come from mom. Presents from mom
can be a hit or miss game of chance. Sometimes it's something marvelous like a GIFT CARD to the video game store at the mall. Sometimes
it's a reproduction of a painting of flying ducks. Whoopee we have a winner...NOT. This package was somewhere in between. It was a set
of pajamas, tops and bottoms. It was a fairly good representation of Spiderman's costume, the one Tom Holland wears in the most recent
movie. The pajama Spidey costume was sort of for kids a bit younger than me, and I did complain the I was too old for superhero comic
pajamas, mom had gotten a size that actually left some room for me to grow into. Once I did grow some more, the pajamas fit snug as a bug
in the rug, fitting tight everywhere just like a Spidey costume should if you want it to actually look real.

The problem with having realistic pajamas that look just like they came off the movie set is tight isn't always right. I was fourteen last holidays
season, and as I turned fifteen my body gained some size. I gained size in some good places like the shoulders and thighs, and I grew a couple
inches...in two different directions. The movie makers had some way to hide Tom Holland's crotch, so it didn't look like he was wearing ballet
tights, but with the pj's there is no editing, no CGI effects to minimize the bulge. I tried to put the pj's away in my dresser drawer and never
wear them again.

Every now and then, mom insisted that I put the Spiderman pajamas on for the evening activities after dinner. It could be a movie night
where the entertainment chosen is a comics superhero movie. Only a couple months ago my parents got the bright idea to buy a Spiderman
mask and have me wear it, and the Spidey pj's, to a Halloween party at a friend's house. That party was at the York's house, and I was
the oldest kid at the party, the only one wearing a silly costume of a comic book character. I'm dressed for bed and it's not even a slumber
party.

Suzie was there of course, and her costume was more intelligently designed, a Fairy Godmother. Being the "Host" of the kids' group, she
lorded over us like a Queen even though she is in the final days of being twelve. In all there were four other guys and six girls at the party. The adults mostly hung out in the kitchen and dining room, mostly ignoring the rest of us. What the other guys couldn't ignore was the prominent
bulge in my Spidey tights.

"I think that spider bit him in the wrong place," a guy in a cheap assed cowboy costume said to me. "He's all swelled up down there."

All the kids have a good laugh at my expense, and all I can do is laugh along with them.

"What kind of workouts do you do to ahhh...to get your muscle so big," another guy in a Darth Vader suit says as he points the light saber at my
crotch, then whirling the lighted thing around like he's about to slice something off and Darth isn't looking at my hands.

Even Suzie got in on it. In her fairy costume she waltzes over toward me, places the shiny, star tipped wand up against my groin. "Abracazam,
bipity bopity boo, may the great pumpkin grow on you." Suzie taps the star onto my bulge three times.

Fortunately, I had the Spidey mask on, so they couldn't see the sneer on my face, the grimace at their childish mockery. I can't help it that it
sticks out so much. What can I do about it? Nobody complains when a girl's boobs push out when they wear a swimsuit.

"What do you think would happen if we tickle him?" The question came from a girl in witch costume, and that made perfect sense. Only a
wicked witch would want to see if I'd pop a boner if I got tickled. I got pulled down onto the floor, nearly a dozen pairs of hands to control
me. Immediately they went to work on all the sensitive places. They got the underarms and tummy too. Suzie and some chic dressed as
a cat targeted the inner part of my thighs. All of this is not on bare skin, but their fingers could still be felt through the thin material.
I squirmed and yelled at them to stop and finally they did.

"I'll order them to tickle you some more unless you do what I tell you," Suzie began a short negotiation. "Perform one small task and they will
leave you alone for the rest of the evening".

I agreed to do it, whatever it was. I couldn't take any more tickling. Suzie went to her dresser, and she pulled open the top drawer. She
grabbed a pair of bundled socks. She put that pair inside another sock, and that in another sock and she has this big, rounded wad of socks.
Next Suzie stretches the round mound, rolls it until is sort of resembles something longer, slenderer than a ball. It looked suspiciously
like a grotesque erection. She holds this monstrosity out to me. "Tuck this down the front of your Spiderman tights. Down into your underwear.
You have to leave it there all night."

It was ten against one. Even Spiderman never had to face those odds. I grabbed the bundle from Suzie's hand. Turning around to step into
a corner, with my backside facing the mob I placed the hideous hunk of socks down my red and blue tights. After I turned around, they howled
with laughter. The closet door has a mirror, and I got to see how ridiculous I looked. I had mutant growth of the crotch. It looked like the
Great Pumpkin had indeed sprouted a giant penis. The middle pushed out, and then the mass pointed off to the left hip. I had to promise I'd
keep the damn sock wad in place, not to remove or adjust it.

The party kids, with Suzie leading the way, pulled me from the girl's bedroom. Into the dining room the mob dragged me where the adults were
laughing and smoking and saying dirty words about whatever grownups talk about when they are in groups. When the little monsters mingled
with the grownups, it didn't take long for most of the older folks to notice the bigger boy with much much bigger costume accessory between
the legs. They snickered and smiled and a few of the moms winked at me.

The parents thought it was good fun and games, but my mom was not amused. "I'll deal with you when we get home," she told me, not wanting
to make a big scene at the York's Halloween party.

My mom and I were among the final guests to depart. As we were getting set to go out the front door, mom points out the I have something
that doesn't belong to me. By that time she knew it was socks from Suzie's dresser. I couldn't take them with me.

"Suzie, come here and get your socks back from Scott."

As Suzie came closer, as I was about to reach into the pajama bottoms to pull the silly socks out, my mom stopped my hand.

"Suzie can get what belongs to her. She doesn't need any assistance from you." Mom's voice is cold and cruel.

Once the twelve year old girl figured out what her task is, her face lit up like...like a Christmas tree. The precocious kid in the Fairy
Godmother costume is all bubbly joy as she puts her left hand onto the waistband of my pajama bottoms. She yanks down and discovers she
has to use two hands, one to hold the jammies, and one to reach in further to grab the waistband of my Fruit of the Loom white briefs.

I tense up, not knowing exactly how this is going to go down. The socks are coming out, but I'm not in control of how hard Suzie is going to
yank on my underwear. In fear I glance downward. The fingers of her left hand slip down and the pulling outward began. She pulls my
underwear and the pajama bottoms several inches away from my skin. Suzie's right hand then does the fishing out the sock wad penis from
my briefs. Like a large, slippery bug being pulled from its burrow, the sock wad is pulled out. But once the sock is fully removed, the girl's left hand didn't immediately release the waistband of the briefs. For a short moment I could see the exposed dick head pointing upward, the pinkish
roundish head and the eye like slit for peeing, all this I could see as well as maybe an inch or so of the shaft. If I could see it, Suzie probably
could see it as well.

With a squeal and a sudden pulling back of her hand, the dirty deed is done. It was time to go, and mom made me kiss Suzie on the cheek.
The younger girl's face, painted up in yellow and green with sparkly glitter on the eyebrows, it all made me sick to see how she gleefully
grinned up at me. I knew she had seen it, the tip of my dick, and I was not happy about it.

[NickTwisp]

Indeed, Suzie is hoping to see Scott's penis early on Christmas morning.

[TeenFan]

Considering the raging hormones and insatiable libido of the typical teenager, the penis can be a gift that keeps on giving.