Twats the Night Before Christmas (COMPLETED)

[Rawr112]

I guess so.

>Characters (especially the female ones) also need to be believable and well constructed within the context of the genre, yours are a little 1D and could have more nuance.

Give me some examples of how they are 1 dimensional and lack nuance.

Maybe start with my 79 chapter 551,030 Word Nude in School story? since all of my characters are 1 dimensional, it should be fairly easy to show me how the main characters in this story, from Eddie to the father to Nick are the same, and etc. If you are talking about background characters in a story with 16-20 people for a 2 hour party and 9 chapters - I can't help you if you want them all detailed and nuanced. You may be better off reading Valerian.

Are you talking about this one only? It's barely 9 chapters covering a few hours time at a party with about 20 people in it. How much nuance do you think everyone at the party can have? Jesus christ.

The main characters such as the mother WAS embaressed of being nude/found out by her son. That's a nuance - she is into it around people she knows, but not around people she doesn't want to know. It's not a one-size fits all, and her sister and daughter are quite different as well.

Let me see if I have this straight. Based on the ONE story of mine you have skimmed, all my characters are 1-sided, because unlike every other story on this forum, some of them get off on humiliation, but are still capable of getting off on it? and while Daisy is concerned her sons will be horny little devils when they find out about the tradition, another guest forbade her 18 year old to come to the party next year and her husband disagreed?

Just because some of them get off on humiliation (and not all do) doesn't mean they cant be embarrassed. there are degrees. In your world, it's all or nothing - total binary. In this one, some have different limits to what works for to humiliate them. Then there is the neighbor, who is just curious about her fantasies. Then there are some there who do it because it's a gift to the guys for putting up with them all year - etc. that's the story you think is one sided, and (checks notes) - I can solve it by copying the style of Valerian, which you claimed you did tell me to do?

I told you no. Why can't you accept that? seems you have a problem with communication, let me help.

I would imagine it's more "1sided" to be embarrassed if anyone sees you are naked, including the adults that you swing with. This is a story about humiliation and clothed men/nude females.

CMNF. Does the great Valerian write about those?

>I think your writings capture or porn in general but are not ENF.

Not really feedback, just kind of redefining the genre to indicate that there are no embarrassed females in my stories. You have read a fraction of them obviously. I've written about 200 of them. This is a story about a party. It's not the normal story for me.

I didn’t say to write like someone else I just gave you some feedback to improve your writing. I think you have an issue with accepting feedback as well.

Here is what you said;
>I encourage you to read popular ENF for examples on how you can write with more focus on ENF, like Valerian’s Julie’s babysitting disaster.

This is literally telling me to write like Valerian Babysitter Disaster. i looked it up on here. The chapters are 3rd person and about 100 words each. no thanks. I won't be writing LIKE Valerian Babysitter Disaster.

My constructive feedback to you is that you communicate quite poorly. You literally said that I should write like another author, and then said you never said that. If you disagree, you take feedback poorly.

I think you have an issue with someone not taking your feedback. I heard what you said, thanked you for it, and respectfully disagree. Let it drop.

Now, I am going to have a reputation as fighting back against stuff like this - so either way I can't win.

"Your stories have no nuance, and are 1 dimensional, I mean it in a good way. write like someone else."

Isn't the help you think it is. Perhaps you could delete your posts and I'll delete mine/focus on writing stories without your input?

ok

[EddieDavidson]

“Fuck me, little brother! Cum inside me, yeah! Come on, I need your cum, I want your cum,” Harley begged me to ejaculate inside her pussy. I don’t think that my sister could see the reluctance on my face or the look of confusion. Harley was deep into the sex- almost trance-like. She wasn’t making eye contact; she was just fucking and reacting as she wallowed in the snow and rode my cock.

She seemed drunk on my dick – like she could only focus on one thing, and that was making me cum. Harley made me feel like she had to have my seed in her pussy, or she’d die. Fucking and gyrating her hips from below me -she rode me with her ass in the snow.

If I had tried to stand up or stop fucking her, I think she would have held me tightly and forced me back down. I was aware of what was happening, but I felt like I was just along for the ride as she begged and mewled for me to jizz in her pussy.

“Please, please, I am on the pill – you can cum inside me, I want you to! Please, Nick! Give it to me; I need cum so badly! Please,” she begged. I had never heard a woman beg for a man’s seed in porn – and I didn’t understand what she got out of a creamy pussy. I wasn’t holding back, but I also wasn’t ready to nut.

I became aware that the other reindeer girls were either masturbating or standing over us and watching as we fucked – or, more aptly, my sister fucked me. She was trying to milk my cock with her pussy. I would never have expected my mild-mannered older sister to be such a cum hound.

Abruptly, Harley stopped and flipped me over – her eyes finally locked with mine. “Cum inside me, now, Nick! If you don’t, this is the last time I will fuck you until next Twatmas!”

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Her threat that I wouldn’t be able to fuck her all year turned me on. I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn’t analyze why it did. My sister was basically telling me that I could either cum in her pussy right now or I’d have to wait another year to fuck her.

That meant she felt she could deny me her pussy any time she wanted all year, with the exception of next Christmas Eve – if I came to the party, I could probably fuck her even if she didn’t want to fuck me back.

I had no fantasies about non-consensual sex with any woman – much less my sister. Yet, the idea that she couldn’t tell me no one day out of the year made my dick begin to throb uncontrollably – I was close to orgasm as she slid up and down my cock.

Harley’s amazing pussy was soaking wet, and the look on her face as she spun me around so that she was on top was no longer the vulnerable cum-slut who was dying for my jizz. She was frustrated and warned me that it was better to give it to her now or wait until next year.

The moment that I realized she was saying she’d be open to fucking me BEFORE the next Twatmas Eve is what sent my balls into a tizzy, and I began to shoot a copious load of jizz into her pussy. My body froze in place, my muscles tightened, my toes curled up, and my brain shut off as I flopped with my ass in the snow and writhed under her.

My sister didn’t leap off of me – she could feel the warmth of my jizz, and she continued to hump me so she could drain my balls inside of her. The look on her face was victorious, and I felt conquered and exhausted. I was fortunate enough to have my jeans still on, but my pants were pulled down. I was suddenly aware of how cold snow felt against my ass, and I wanted to get up.

Harley was physically bigger than me; she held me down and shook her head no. She slowly and triumphantly humped me – making sure every last drop of my semen coated the walls of her pink pussy.

My eyes rolled up in the back of my head, and I sighed. Harley offered me a cock sure glance; feeling vindicated, she added, “Did you enjoy that, little brother?”

I wanted to remind her that I wanted to be called Sir, but I couldn’t – the orgasm had fully drained my balls. I rarely came that much. It felt like I had shot a quart of my semen into her pussy. I just wanted to get her off of me and clean up.

Harley wasn’t done with me. She pressed firmly on my chest, and with a satisfied smirk repeated the question about whether I enjoyed it or not.

“Yes, obviously, did you?”

“If you have to ask a woman if she got off, then she didn’t,” my sister continued to slowly ride my dick as it shrunk inside her.

“Hey, that’s MY line,” my Aunt Daisy chided my sister for presumably stealing her line.

“Where do you think I heard it from?” my sister slowly began to slide off of my cock. I suddenly didn’t want her to get up – her pussy was warm and sticky, and now the cold air seemed far more intense without her body heat.

I laid my head in the snow and luxuriated a little. My eyes were glazed over from the intensity of it all. I wanted to wipe my dick off and get moving, but I was exhausted after that explosive orgasm.

“What were you saying about fucking all of us? And what happens if one of us makes you cum?”

I remembered bragging that I could fuck ALL the women, and now I wanted to back out. I had offered to be Rudolph and join the girls if I couldn’t, but only because I thought I could hold out. I was wrong about that and now I didn’t want to pay the piper.

There was something about freshly evacuating my balls that made all the horny thoughts in my brain evaporate with them.

“Relax, we aren’t going to make you be our little bitch,” she offered me her hand. I was reluctant to accept it, but she wasn’t going to let me keep lying there. “I should make you lick out the hot cream from my cunt, but that’s not the spirit of Twatmas.”

That was all my sister said about it – she let the matter drop and seemed to lose interest in me abruptly. It felt as if she had proven her point that she could make me. shoot my load, and she had no further use for me as a sperm donor.

I smiled sheepishly and pulled up my pants without wiping my dick off. I noticed some of the girls snicker at me. The discipline had utterly broken down – a few of them were squatting and masturbating openly while others were talking or playing with each other. Every single one of the reindeer girls was watching for what I’d do or say next.

“Thank you,” I was humbled. I nodded in defeat.

“My husband Gary is a cuckold, he’d love nothing better than to put on his cock cage and lick my asshole every other night,” Prancer told me. “He loves watching me submit to black men but one night out of the year I let him watch me submit to him and a bunch of white guys – it’s a tradition. We aren’t going to make you wear a red reindeer nose, tonight – any other night and I’d love to make you wear one on your dick.”

The girls chuckled and agreed with one another. A few of them asked if I was going to finish what I started and fuck all of them, but I was admittedly far too winded, and my dick didn’t want to stiffen again.

My Aunt took charge while I recovered and got the girls dressed. It was a little like herding cats because the girls weren’t inclined to obey her. They seemed to want to stay here behind the dumpster naked and make out with one another, gossip with one another, or a little of both.

The girls wore bells all over – around their necks, on their garters, even in the butt plugs they wore. They jingled with every step, like court jesters or actual reindeer.

I wasn’t able to look at my sister again in the eye. She had such pretty blue eyes and an effervescent smile. I felt a little ashamed of myself – like I had crossed a boundary. However, my sister ignored me and got dressed, laughed, rubbed her pussy a little and acted like what we did was no big deal.

My Aunt renewed their vigor and had them dressed for Christmas Caroling in about ten minutes. My dick was already starting to recover and twitch again, but my confidence had waned. I wasn’t sure how I fit into things, and I didn’t want to start giving orders and bossing the girls around.

The reindeer marched to a gazebo in the center of a local park near our house. They laughed and joked with one another, but I didn’t feel included. I felt like I was simply walking WITH them. They were hot and sexy, wearing tight little red Santa jackets, reindeer ears, high heels, garters and panties and I was wearing normal street clothes. I definitely didn’t look like I belonged in this merry procession.

A few years earlier, I used to play in this small community park. My house was less than a block away, and even though I didn’t see a soul stirring – not even a mouse. It was entirely possible that someone would catch us outside like this.

The girls seemed oblivious to that possibility and continued straight for the center of the park and the Gazebo. I had so many questions swirling in my head about what they were going to do when they got there, but my main focus was on my sister. Harley seemed completely at ease after sex with me. I assumed even if she was comfortable with casual sex that she’d have some regret about it – after all, we were brother and sister.

Harley was now my first – my big sister had taken my virginity. I expected her to at least ask me if I was okay with that. I felt like I was, but your first is supposed to be meaningful and special. She was marching on, heels leaving prints in the light snow on the sidewalk.

The monkey bars that I used to play on in the small playground were iced over, brittle and gleaming, and the swings hung motionless, chains stiff from the cold: no kids, no dogs, no voices—just the sound of the women and their laughter.

Benches lined the path, each with a light dusting of frost that made them look more decorative than usable. It was the kind of small, tucked-away park you only found in middle America suburbs—quiet, familiar, almost too perfect. A few trees, a worn basketball court, the frozen playground, and the white gazebo up ahead.

That’s where they were. Three men, maybe four, were standing near the gazebo in heavy jackets, hands in pockets, collars turned up. They didn’t speak. Just waited. I adjusted my coat and kept walking toward them, snow crunching underfoot.

“Are you going to wear your panties while you sing?” I finally interrupted.

“Good point,” my Aunt stopped and began to step out of her panties. She lifted her knees and pulled them down completely over her ankles. The other women joined her, and she asked me if I minded holding them until they were done. I noticed each girl had packed her ass with a silver ball that hung from a small chain attached to their butt plug and it popped out for a few of them. They quickly tucked them back in place and hid them between their ass cheeks.

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“Uh, sure,” I answered meekly as each girl, in turn, passed me her panties.

“You look like saw the Ghost of Twatmas Past,” Harley giggled as she passed over her panties. “You aren’t still thinking about our little romp in the snow, are you?”

I was, and my silence answered for me.

Harley shifted uncomfortably and reminded me that what happened during Twatmas – stayed in Twatmas. “It was just a little fuck, look don’t make it a big deal and get weird, okay?” she asked me rhetorically before joining the other girls and telling me she had to join them and sing Christmas Carols.

“Can we talk about it after?” I called out.

“I prefer we didn’t,” she replied over her shoulder. The girls pulled their red Jackets down far enough that their pussies and asses were only slightly visible and clearly intended to perform bottomless.

“Sorry that we are late,” my Aunt apologized to the small group of men. They had been waiting a while. They were rubbing their gloved hands together and shivering a little.

“You say that every year,” one of the older men in the group said. I recognized him. He was a neighbor, but I didn’t know his name or exactly where he lived around my community.

“You can’t rush perfection,” my Aunt smiled.

“What’s your Reindeer name this year?” he asked.

“It should be trouble, because that’s all I seem to get into,” she smiled before introducing herself as Cupid and all of the girls – calling them by name like Santa would have before taking off in his sleigh. Each girl curtsied slightly and crowded next to each other in the Gazebo.

It seemed odd that they pulled their jackets down to cover their pussies, when they had intentionally removed their panties – but each of them straightened the jackets and yanked them down a little to cover themselves.

“Who is this guy? You have a male reindeer this year?” the leader of the small group asked my Aunt.

“He’s here to snap pictures and make sure we do what we came to do - which is sing Christmas Carols. You can throw snowballs at us and jeer – but please stop asking me questions. I want to finish up spreading Christmas Cheer, so I can go spread something else, baby,” Daisy kissed him lightly on the lips.

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They had other questions, notably, some of them called Blitzen “Sasquatch” because she was so big and tall compared to the other girls. I hadn’t looked at her once since she saw me fuck my sister. I wasn’t sure what she’d think of me.

On the one hand, I felt ashamed because I was HER rider, and I was supposed to BE with her – it may seem disingenuous if I tried to fuck her later after she saw me bang my sister without doing the same to her. I also felt like she may be shocked that I so casually came inside my sister in front of her – that was straight-up incest.

None of the women made eye contact with me or even acknowledged me. Instead, they launched into a song that they must have memorized.

It was a rousing, bawdy song entitled “Jack Off Nipping at Your Nose.”

Jack off nipping at your nose,

Frosty balls wherever he goes.

Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir

Folks dressed up like Eska-Hos!

My Aunt’s voice could be heard crowing over the others – throaty and raspy. The girls were cheerful, and you could hear the smiles in their voices as they sang. That’s why I was shocked when one of the men packed a snowball and tossed it directly at Blitzen’s pretty face.

She stopped singing for a moment – stunned and smiled awkwardly. The rest of the girls kept singing, and Blitzen rejoined them mid-lyric. I wanted to sock the guy in the eye, but soon another one of the men threw a snowball at Prancer’s tits. She didn’t even acknowledge it. She dusted off the snow and kept right on singing.

That’s when I noticed a few signs around the Gazebo that were there when we went there. I hadn’t paid them any attention at first because I assumed they were just normal warnings about not loitering or picking up after your dog.

Instead, they said clearly people might see boobs, butts, and dumb reindeer in this snow. It also clearly invited the audience to throw snowballs if they didn’t like the singing.

The Christmas Carols blended into a medley of naughty lyrics sung to classic Christmas songs.

“Silver balls, silver balls, Ring a ling, hear them ring, soon we’ll be licking a ding-a-ling...” they crooned. A snowball was launched from a short distance at Dancer’s ass – causing her jacket to fly up and expose her ass crack. She jumped slightly and then regained her composure – shifting the jacket back down.

“Santa Claus is cumming to town, you better not pout, you better not frown, because all you are going down on all 12 inches, Oh he sees you when you are ‘baiting, he sees when you are giving head, so for goodness sake; swallow and don’t spit!”

The girls made pronounced self-masturbation gestures, revealing their shaved pussies under their red jackets just a little as they did, and then as they sang “Swallow and don’t spit” they pretended to suck enormous cocks, gag on them and make obvious disgusted faces at the idea of spitting the cum back out.

It was hot, but you had to see it to believe it. It was obvious they had practiced these saucy little dances and songs and none of this was spontaneous.

As the songs got raunchier, a few more people showed up. There were almost a dozen people by the time they reached the one called “Peeing in the snow”

“Peeing in the snow From a one-horse open sleigh Over the fields we go Laughing all the way (ha ha ha ha), wish we could write our names, but all we can do is squat – but we wouldn’t trade all the cocks in the world trade for our twats!”

Once again, they squatted and pretended to pee in unison as they held their bellies and laughed while humping the air three times (one for every HA).

A few guys made the obvious jokes about them being “Ho’s” and not “Ha’s” and the girls seemed to encourage the teasing – smiling as the butt of the men’s jokes.

The girls periodically flashed in unison and smiled – causing the audience to belly laugh and cheer. They pointed and occasionally threw snowballs at the girls. The reindeer didn’t let it slow them down. They continued right on, powering through each of the naughty parodies.

There were very few women in the audience, and they were almost always accompanied by a man. The women grinned wickedly each time one of the girls took a snowball to the face or tits. I think they were a little jealous of the girls but also felt like they were being attention whores and deserved it.

All the while, they were jingling the bells around their necks and attached to their costumes (and in their butts).

They sang the entire twelve days of Christmas with dirty words while people laughed and teased them.

“On the 12th day of Christmas, My true love gave to me...”

12 black dildos,

11 cock rings,

10 gags a-biting,

9 crops a-stinging,

8 ropes for binding,

7 whips a-cracking,

6 plugs for training,

5 golden ... beads!

4 leather cuffs,

3 nipple clamps,

2 furry tails,

And a butt plug up my fat-ass!!”

[EddieDavidson]

Every time the women got to the butt plug – they lifted their jackets, jumped, and spread their legs slightly so that their butt plugs could be glanced at for a moment before dropping the jackets back down.

There weren’t many people around my age, but I noticed a few around my sister’s age. I wondered if she was humiliated by the fact that she had probably ridden the school bus and gone to high school with some of these young men. She had moved away to college, but she visited frequently. I would have been mortified to be singing dirty songs, flashing my body, and letting people throw snowballs at me if I were her.

They smiled through it, and the show went on like that. Their cleavage occasionally popped open one of the women flashed the crowd her tits due to a wardrobe malfunction. I noticed my neighbor’s face turn red, but she continued just like the others.

I felt sorry for Mrs. Stephenson. She had to live here, and her husband might find out what she was doing. I didn’t want her to be hassled for just having a little harmless fun by flashing some cheesecake for the neighbors and singing perverted Christmas Carols.

There were probably sixteen people watching by the time the girls reached their finale. They were doing a naughty version of “Oh Silent Night,” except they made sounds like they were orgasming uncontrollably and ashamed they were breaking the silence. I snapped a few photos, but I didn’t engage in throwing snowballs at the girls. I felt like my job was to wait there and just make sure nobody tried to do anything more than that.

“Hey, Nick!”

I recognized one of the guys in the crowd from my school, and he started over to me. He had a big smile on his face.

“Hello, Randy,” I frowned and looked at the ground.

“Your Mom is hot,” he said.

“Huh?” I looked dumbfounded.

He indicated toward my Aunt Daisy, and I explained that he was her twin sister.

“Sure, that’s what I’d say too! Dude, your mom is a slut! She likes flashing her tits every Christmas!” he laughed.

I wanted to punch this guy’s face in – but he wasn’t wrong.

“Your sister is too!” he pointed at Harley. “I used to have a crush on her in high school. Does your mom make her do this?”

Harley was having a grand old time, winking and smiling at the crowd while they ogled her and tossed the occasional snowball at her, she had never once even acknowledged me while she was singing.

“She’s obviously having fun,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, but they can’t really be having fun. People are making fun of them and throwing snowballs at them. I have a theory that your mom blackmails all these women into humiliating themselves. That fat bitch up there – she lives around here,” he indicated to my neighbor. “There is no fucking way she gets off on this.”

“She’s not a bitch,” I countered firmly.

“You have the hots for Sasquatch?” he chuckled, and then he noticed that I was holding their panties. “Dude, what the fuck? Do they let you sniff their panties?”

“No, it’s just a game they play every year, just enjoy it,” I tried to distance myself from him. I was thankful when the girls finished their final song.

They bent over deeply and took a bow, letting everyone see their asses, as the men called out for an encore. A few of them asked for blowjobs, and the girls smiled and waved. The girls rubbed their tummies and pretended they wanted nothing more than to blow every guy in the audience but assured them that they had to get back to Santa’s Workshop for the big gang bang.

“All the elves get laid in exchange for all their hard work all year,” Prancer teased.

The girls were eventually talked into one more song, and this time – they made no secret they didn’t have on bottoms and performed Little Cummy Boy (to the tune of Little Drummer Boy). Each time they sang “Bah-rump-a-bum-bum,” they jiggled their asses and let the silver bell in their ass hang down like a tail.

The audience went ballistic – tossing snowballs, yelling, and laughing at the spectacle as the girls put on their final performance for the night.

Cum on my tits, he said — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

He brought his cock to bed — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

No mistletoe in sight — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Just spit and lube tonight — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Rump-a-bum-bum, rump-a-bum-bum

He dropped his pants for me — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

I took it eagerly.

He stroked his meat with pride — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Said, “Wanna go for a ride?” — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

I said, “You bring the toys” — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Bring all the kinky boys — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Rump-a-bum-bum, rump-a-bum-bum

They fucked me under a tree - bah-rump-a-bum-bum.

“And with that, we bid you good fuckings, we hope we made you horny this Twatmas, and we wish you all a very Horny Twatmas and a Happy NUDE YEAR!!” my Aunt blew kisses. The girls happily jingled for the audience, but it was obvious the show was over.

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A few of them stuck around and watched, but the girls were ready to leave and get back to the party.

“What happened to you?” the girls asked me. I offered them their panties, but they declined, saying they wouldn’t be wearing them for much longer anyway.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You didn’t throw snowballs or tease us at all,” my neighbor seemed disappointed as she tucked her butt plug bell back into her ass cheeks.

“This is why you aren’t supposed to get your nut early,” my Aunt chided me as if I had opened my Christmas present too early, and the surprise was gone. “If we fucked our husband’s brains out early, they’d shoot their shot and want to go to bed.”

I shrugged. I didn’t have any excuse, and there was no point in pretending that I had some master plan.

“What happened to the guy who was going to fuck every single one of us,” my sister teased me.

“Make us blow him, fuck our twats AND our asses,” my Aunt added -clearly disappointed in my unkept promises.

“I wouldn’t have settled for a quickie up the butt – I am so horny,” Prancer fingered her pussy under the jacket. She didn’t seem to care that she was outside. It was starting to get dark, but anyone could have seen her if they looked in our direction.

“You can blame me, I guess I ruined my brother for the night,” my sister declared proudly and patted me on the back to console me. “If you start barking orders at me around the house and trying to make me, get on my knees and admit I am a desperate, horny little cunt, all I have to do is wink this pussy at you and let you have a taste, and you’ll be a gentle little puppy dog for me,” she winked and rubbed me under the chin in a patronizing manner.

I pushed her hand away and frowned, blushed, and looked down at the snow under my sneakers as we marched along. “I just don’t want to be mean, okay?”

My sister stopped in her tracks, and the rest of the group stopped with her. She made me lift my head and look her in the eyes so that I would know she wasn’t teasing. It was the first time she really looked me in the eyes since she started at me wild-eyed and desperately horny while she was grinding on my dick. She seemed so vulnerable and desperate then, and now she seemed wise and confident, and it confused me.

“You aren’t being mean, Nick. You were doing what all the men do at the party – I get off on humiliation almost as much as Mom does. I didn’t think you’d get so weird, or I wouldn’t have fucked your brains out, stop being such a little wussy and go back to how you were before you came.”

I found it hard to believe that my sister would admit that she got off on all of this stuff. I hadn’t thought too much about her motivations. I assumed she just wanted to make mom happy or something – the realization that my big sister was ACTUALLY into humiliation was a little shocking to me. I didn’t even realize that was a “Fetish” until Twatmas Eve.

I thought someone else might have a counterpoint and tell her she was wrong, but no one else spoke up. Mrs. Sanderson remained quiet and looked at the snow -blushing as well. I wasn’t sure why until she spoke.

“Leave your brother alone.” He’s not used to this kind of party, and he is shy and sensitive. He doesn’t understand what motivates us, and he thinks he is doing us a favor by leaving us alone,” she said.

The way that Mrs. Sanderson called me shy and sensitive did not feel like a compliment. She was shy and sensitive, though, and I assumed that she valued that in someone – but it didn’t come across that way. “He’s probably embarrassed because a few of those people at the gazebo know us.”

“Are you worried about it, Blitzen? They could tell your husband,” I said.

“Dave wouldn’t believe them if they told them I was walking around the park with a silver bell up my ass,” she wiggled her butt. “He doesn’t care about me enough to get jealous, anyway,” she seemed so sullen. “I knew some neighbors would see my big fat ass jiggling and laugh at me when I signed up for this. I didn’t expect them to call me Sasquatch,” she admitted with chagrin before saying that I hadn’t been told what to expect and that I needed time to process what I had just seen.

“It didn’t piss you off that they called you Sasquatch?” I asked – still unsure what motivated these women. I knew that all of them were different in some ways, but I was looking for a common reason they participated in these games – and even risked being treated as a public disgrace.

“It does,” she started to say as she searched for the right words and said that she should be deeply offended, and it would have devastated her before she began her training with my mother.

“You learned to just ignore it and not let it bother you?” I asked.

“Heavens, no,” Blitzen looked up with a big smile to indicate quite the opposite was true. “The audacity of the boy who mows my grass and goes to school with my daughter calling me a Sasquatch where I can hear it – well, it’s kind of hot. I like being teased like that, and I didn’t think I’d like the snowballs, but I expected you would definitely throw some at me. My feelings were hurt that you didn’t even throw one at me – I thought maybe I had made you mad or something.”

I wanted to explain that I thought the same thing because Blitzen didn’t look at me during the entire show, but my Aunt said we’d all get our asses spanked if we didn’t hurry back. “Even you, Sir. Are you going to act like a Sir, or should I call you Nick and treat you like I would one of my sons?” she asked.

My response was to chase the girls and throw snowballs at their asses while they laughed and dodged their way back to the house. It was adrenaline-filled fun through the neighborhood – all smiles and snide jokes. When we made it to our backyard – my Dad and Uncle made the girls wait outside, strip nude, and line up while they finished up with my mother.

She was exhausted, covered in cum and sweat – clearly well fucked, and her pussy was dripping. The girls were very jealous when they got back, but Dad noticed that they seemed happy and ready for more teasing.

“Did they stop and give head at the Gazebo?” my Uncle questioned why the girls were so chipper and ready for more humiliations to be heaped upon them. They theorized that the girls had even fucked some of the guys.

I told them the truth – that I fucked a few of the girls and finally came in my sister. My mom was oblivious, ‘cock drunk,’ and she didn’t care or comment on it. My dad looked at me with a bit of disappointment but only said that the rest of the girls were supposed to wait until later.

The girls quickly started serving dinner -Roasted Turkey and Ham, all the fixings. They had cranberry jam, and stuffing, mashed potatoes (Colcannon), and gravy. All the women pitched in and took pride in bringing a dish. It may have seemed mundane if the women weren’t naked, and my mother wasn’t dripping cum out of her pussy as she rolled on the floor and moaned softly.

My mom had been fucked silly – seven ways to Christmas and she looked fully worn out and thoroughly well-fucked. I could sense the jealousy from the other girls. My mother looked tore up, tore down, hair pulled, red ass and tits, pussy throbbing, cum all over her – and yet, every one of those women seemed to wish to trade places to have been the center of attention.

It was obvious that every man had taken a turn with her and left her dazed and freshly fucked, full of semen. The girls were jealous, the men were satiated, and the women had to serve us. They squatted, arms on top of their head, and occasionally waddled off to bring something to the table or cleaned up something that the men spilled. They didn’t enjoy any of the food they had prepared.

The rules of the party became much laxer as the dinner wore on – I noticed girls stroking men openly at the table and talking dirty to get them horny. Mrs. Sanderson squatted by my side, quietly waiting for me to finish the food.

The conversation was minimal, with the men talking and laughing, and the women occasionally answering questions, but only speaking in hushed tones. The sound of forks and the soft Christmas music in the background filled the warm room as we feasted.

“Do you want any?” I asked Blitzen.

“Yes, Sir,” she admitted right away with a big smile before adding that she wasn’t allowed to eat any of it.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“I thought you said you didn’t like teasing me,” she smiled with amusement before asking me to look at her thighs and ask myself if she was hungry. “Do I look like I’ve missed many meals? Just smelling my apple pie and seeing a slice calling my name is making me desire it – but we aren’t allowed eat – not yet.”

“When?”

“After the men finish,” she added before asking me if I minded if she jerked me off during dinner. “I won’t make you cum – just let me hold it a little?”

“Sure,” I agreed. I was confused why she was so excited to touch me and not herself.

She answered the question that I was thinking in my head. “If I get you horny again, maybe you will fuck me like you did your sister. I am not supposed to say this, but I was really jealous and disappointed that you didn’t have your way with me. I thought you liked me.”

Mrs. Sanderson unzipped my pants and began stroking my cock softly.

I could tell she was feeling vulnerable, and I didn’t want her self-esteem to drop. I admitted that I didn’t expect my sister to do that. She smiled slightly when she noticed how quickly she got me hard. “I was worried you would think I was weird for fucking my sister,” I admitted.

“Why? Your mother, sister, and Aunt do all sorts of freaky shit with each other,” she asked in a whisper – like she wasn’t allowed to talk.

“Incest doesn’t freak you out?” I asked as I took a bite of Turkey and swallowed before asking if she’d ever have sex with her daughter.

“I am not sure she’d be interested in doing something like that with me,” she admitted she hadn’t given that fantasy much thought before speculating that if her daughter did come to the party next year, she most definitely would be prepared to do anything she’d do with any other reindeer with her.

“Are you going to invite her?” I asked politely, realizing that I was essentially asking this woman if she would invite her daughter to participate in a BDSM-themed Christmas sex party.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but you said you might, so I would have to be ready for that.” Mrs. Sanderson’s tone was calm but firm. Those were the rules of the party, and she’d abide by them.

“You remind me of my sister when she said she would not fuck me until next Twatmas if I didn’t cum in her pussy,” I smiled. Blitzen didn’t understand what I meant, and she cocked her head like a dog that didn’t understand the command her Master just gave her.

“It’s just that my sister made it seem like she would have no choice next year – she’d have bodily autonomy to consent any other time of the year – but she’d HAVE to fuck me next year one way or the other.”

“She would,” Blitzen admitted and explained that they would both fuck whoever attended the party.

“Yeah, but you don’t HAVE to attend. You could just choose not to be here, and so could my sister. If she really didn’t want to fuck me – she’d just choose not to attend,” I shrugged. I laughed that one of the guys at the Gazebo thought my mom blackmailed the women and made them participate.

“Oh yeah, your mom definitely does that. If I don’t attend, she’ll tell Dave and ruin my marriage. I have to obey her every whim,” Mrs. Sanderson admitted coldly.

My jaw dropped open, and I glanced in the direction of my mom, still collapsed on the cold wooden floor, pussy leaking cum, and drool on her lips.

Mrs. Sanderson squeezed my cock and playfully giggled. “That’s a hot fantasy, but the reality is that I am just a bored and horny housewife that wanted some fun. You got really hard when I told you that I was a damsel in distress and had no choice – do you like that, Sir?”

“I like it when you call me Sir!” I admitted.

We laughed and talked until my plate was almost clean, and then Eddie told us we should feed our sluts and get ready to decorate the tree. “I’ll bring out the naughty and nice list and do some spankings while we dress the tree!”

In a few moments, the girls started scraping all the food from the dishes onto our plates, like they were giving us a second helping. My Uncle walked around and spanked their bottom with a paddle, calling them fat and making them put some of it back. He was particularly crude and crass to his wife, but he teased all of them.

Eventually, he was satisfied with the portions on their plates and made them crawl and eat without the use of their hands like dogs at our feet – “Asses up, Reindeer- let’s see those wet cunts as you gobble down our leftovers like good little trolls!”

My dad noticed that I kept observing my mother, still lying nearly unconscious on the floor of our house, while the other women ate. I was worried about her – they had bound and gagged her. The joke was “She wasn’t allowed to play in any more reindeer games” – the girls and guys at the party treated her like a used-up, worn-out sex doll and nothing more.

My mom didn’t seem resistant, but she was no longer in the stupefied, euphoric haze that she was when I first arrived as well. My mother seemed to simply accept her place.

“She got her fill, trust me – she’s not going to be hungry,” he chuckled and implied that my mom ate enough cum to satisfy her. “Now you know the family’s little secret party games – are you shocked?”

“Uh, yeah!” I admitted. I looked down at our neighbor as she devoured the food on the plate. I noticed that she didn’t have any of the Apple Pie that she was so proud of making, and I was going to give her some. My father dropped it on her back and smushed it into her hair.

I frowned, and my dad explained that was just how the game worked.

“Yeah, but what about tomorrow, when we all go back to normal, and they remember how cruel we were?”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, son. They like this – it’s not a game for some of the women. They enjoy being treated like fuck sluts and puppies.”

“Is Mom and my sister one of those women?” I meant that rhetorically.

“Your mom is going to insist that this is a one-day-a-year thing, and she is going to act dignified and aloof the other 364 days a year. She’s never going to bring up the party with you in any detail other than to ask if you want to go again. However, she thinks about this party all year round. I think your sister is wired the same way, but I don’t know,” he said cryptically before stepping into Mrs. Sanderson’s macaroni and making her lick it off the bottom of his shoe.

I had no idea my father could be so cruel and sadistic, but I was really shocked after the woman finished eating. They were expected to lick the food off of each other’s bodies and were teased mercilessly. My mother had started to come around, and she was blushing and looked ashamed, unable to look me in the eye.

“It’s time to decorate the tree,” Uncle Eddie announced. The other reindeer descended on my mom and gleefully tied her up while my mother protested but didn’t put up much resistance. They stuffed a big dildo up her ass and bound her legs while whipping and teasing my mother – pulling her nipples and clit hood like they were trying to yank it off.

My mom yelped and begged, but the girls were wicked and cruel, slapping her and even spitting on her. “Stop whining so much, you bitch! You get to be the tree, now let us tie you up so we can decorate you!” her sister insisted.

My mom smiled and allowed the girls to start assembling the tree around her body, decorating her, hanging ornaments with thin needles or tight clamps from her most sensitive body parts.

They treated my mom like they hated her – pinching her, poking her, prodding her. My mom quietly accepted the humiliation and discomfort while the girls turned her into a tree. They laughed and teased her about how good she looked and how Santa would be pleased to fuck her – if he ever shows up after they finished fucking all of the men.

I noticed a single tear roll down my mother’s cheek, as she stoically accepted the painful transformation into a Christmas tree – needles, pins, hanging bulbs, even lights were worked into her body to merge her with the fake tree they were building around her – it functioned almost like a cage.

Eddie wired it so that my mother would writhe in pain if she moved, turned her head, or even scratched an itch. The others gleefully chuckled when Eddie demonstrated how effective the shockers were – and he had several to ensure that my mom “Didn’t get bored tonight.”

They implied she’d be left out as an offering to imaginary Santa Claus but didn’t elaborate on why or what my mom would get out of this arrangement.

I noticed my mother’s leg quietly start quivering and shaking a little – only to be met with a zap from one of Uncle Eddie’s insidious contraptions, and then she stopped.

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“Don’t’ feel sorry for the dumb bitch,” my Aunt Daisy noticed the look of concern on my face and matched with a look of total disregard and contempt for my mother.

“I am just confused. Comet WON the competitions. She doesn’t look pleased now – how is this a prize?” I frowned.

Daisy looked at me with a mixture of pity and sympathy that I was so wet behind the ears. “I don’t have the crayons or the patience to explain it to you if you don’t get it by now,” she said. I reached out and gave my Aunt a painful tweak to the nipples as a reminder that I was a rider and had to be respected.

She didn’t flinch, she smiled when the pain came, and nodded as if I had just helped her make a point.

“Your mom and I are complicated creatures.” We grew up being placed on a pedestal, winning everything we ever tried. They put is in beauty pageants, dancing and singing our asses off and making the fellas horny, and the other girls jealous. We were obvious choices for prom queens and head cheerleaders, and the only competition we ever really had was each other,” my Aunt shrugged as she slid to her knees.

“You grow up being treated like your shit doesn’t stink, you can do no wrong and with everyone wanting you and it does something to your brain – makes you believe it,” she said as she grabbed my thighs and looked up at me while offering her mouth. I thought my Aunt was going to suck my cock but instead she politely asked me to spit in her mouth.

I was confused, but I did as I was asked and hocked up a huge wad of spit. My Aunt seemed pleased by the contribution. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled as she stood without swallowing and leaned into my mother’s face.

My mom was bound, helpless, and unable to resist. A weighted ornament was clamped to my mother’s tongue to force it out of her mouth. She couldn’t even close her mouth. Her sister spit my spit onto my mother’s pretty upturned nose, licked it off like she was hungry for it and then slowly and passionately French kissed it into Comet’s mouth – leaving a wad of it to drip down her tongue and onto her tits.

“How does it feel to be a human ornament – and have your son’s spit deposited into your mouth by your cunt of a sister, Ass Face? Oh, I forgot, you are Comet, and you WIN everything – so now, you aren’t allowed to squeak your shitty little complaints and criticisms for a few hours – oh, boo-hoo!” Daisy pretended to cry only to mock my mother.

My mom didn’t respond – she merely looked straight ahead and tried to ignore her sister’s taunts.

“The brainless twat thinks she can atone for a year of fucked up shit where she puts on airs and acts like she is above everyone else by spending a few hours tied up like a Christmas tree. I’ve done it and it doesn’t work. You watch,” my Aunt promised me as she spat on my mother’s nose – directly into her nostril. “Tomorrow, this cunt is going to act just like she always does – this is all part of her show. She can’t just accept being a decoration and learn from the experience – she’ll want to do it all again next year.”

Uncle Eddie overheard and interjected, “You will too, you egotistical whores need to be put in a kennel and treated like the horny dogs you are every night – I’ve already told you, that you’d make a much better dog than you would a wife.”

“Maybe when the boys move out,” Daisy frowned but didn’t disagree, as if she was genuinely contemplating such a far-out scenario.

“Our sons would enjoy you more as a dog than they do a nagging, forgetful mom,” Eddie added with conviction. I saw my Aunt take a huge breath as if she was about to offer a defense, but Eddie pointed to the floor and instructed my Aunt to go into “dog mode”.

“I forgot to pack the blue bag ONE time, and I’ll never live it down,” my Aunt abandoned her defense, and went down on all fours, instantly taking on the aspect of a playful dog -sniffing and shaking her ass like it was a tail. She placed her head under my hand just like a real dog would and offered me her blonde hair to pet.

Eddie smiled as his wife obediently transformed into a willing, subservient puppy and humiliated herself by yapping around our feet. “It’s not punishment,” he explained to her and me at the same time. “Living as a dog would train you and limit your vanity, teach you humility, subservience, and patience – being sexually submissive turns you on and excites you. You have to do something THIS extreme actually to experience doing something to amuse me – without any pleasure for you. You should be treated like the dirty fuck dog that you and your sister truly are – but I spoil you too much and don’t MAKE you do it.”

The only response my Aunt gave was to preen like a puppy, and bat her pretty blue eyes, while sticking her tongue out, and sitting up on her “hind legs” while exposing her bald pussy to us. Eddie smiled and called her a “Good girl” while patting her on the head.

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I was a bit shocked, but Eddie told me not to think too hard about it. I got the distinct impression that even though he wasn’t joking – it was just a fantasy to the two of them. “I’ve been with this woman most of my life and I still don’t understand what pushes her buttons and makes her tick,” he observed, while his wife bristled and slid against his leg like a loyal dog.

“She’s broken my heart and left me a thousand times and always come back because she knows I love her and will put up with her shit. Her holes might belong to the community at large – but her heart belongs to me,” Eddie patted her head when she shifted her attention to him.

“The two of them can be conniving, manipulative bitches, they can be convinced they are infallible, ageless beauty queens that can never be wrong. They can be everything awful you may hate about people and women in general, but they can also suck a golf ball through a garden hose and fuck you right in half,” Eddie observed. “They need to be taken down a notch now and then and be teased – that is what Twatmas is all about. You’ll be here next year, and you’ll eventually get it, but just when you think you understand these women – that’s when you will realize that you really don’t.”

He led my Aunt away, barking and nipping at his heels, while some of the girls started giving the men head and jerking us off slowly to get us excited before the main event – some sort of orgy.

They methodically converted my silent mother into a perfect Christmas Tree. The process was grueling, but in the end – my mom was mounted and bound like a human decoration and left for Santa Claus. She was like an erotic angel – a comical cartoon of a sex doll whose only purpose was to be mocked and laughed at by the rest of the people at the party.

That’s what I assumed anyway. She wouldn’t talk or elaborate, and barely even flicked her eyes in any direction – it was like she thoroughly checked out of reality and simply wanted to BE a Christmas Tree.

My mother was unable to move and could watch as the rest of us had a full-on ass-slapping, deep-throating orgy in our living room. I didn’t see everything they did to my mother – but I got the distinct impression she had been impaled on a fucking machine, and any time she spoke or even moved – it would send a painful shock through her body.

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Thes husbands who brought the women tied their wives up as a present to the rider who would get first dibs fucking them. The remaining girls help tied each other up, and brought each other out on all fours, hopping, slithering or simply bound and presented them to their riders to fuck. Mrs. Sanderson was gagged and ready for me. My Uncle clapped me on the shoulder and said he hoped I’d enjoy unwrapping my present.

“The reindeer twats were nestled all snug in their bondage, While visions of sugar-daddies with big cocks danced in their heads,” Uncle Eddie quoted a line from the Night Before Christmas poem, before letting us unwrap and tease our presents before fucking the ever-loving shit out of them.

Everyone except for my mother went at it – the men kept a respectful distance from each other, but occasionally dicks did collide after we started to swap partners with one another. I had never imagined what an orgy would be like – but there was no jealousy. We all “shared” the women even though much like the dinner was shared – the men came out on top.

The girls were bound, re-bound, spanked, tied up, whipped, teased, and generally subservient fuck dolls and cum rags. A few of the older guys joked about having “little blue pills” to keep it up for the entire thing, but most of them didn’t have a lot of stamina.

Evan (my sister’s boyfriend) was very popular with the other reindeer, but he didn’t fuck my sister once. Even the men that came didn’t drop out entirely though. They’d spank asses, pinch titties, or make the girls lick their sweaty balls and asses – everything was okay and nothing seemed off limits.

I didn’t ask for anything TOO wild, but I suspected I could have, and someone would have accommodated me. I learned early on from watching the other men that I didn’t need to ask for anything – I licked and fucked whoever I wanted. If I wanted my cock suck, I just stuck my dick in their mouth without asking.

The one thing that I would have wanted to do was French kiss. I didn’t see anyone French kiss and I didn’t try it- but it would have felt more intimate and “real” to make out.

Still, I took my time really exploring Mrs. Sanderson in every possible way I could imagine – all under my mother’s watchful eye as she passively remained a Christmas Tree and filled the role of the ultimate party decoration.

That night, I fucked Mrs. Sanderson once nice and soft – just to do it. Then I made her beg me to do it again, and I fucked her hard. I also fucked my sister again and a few of the other women – I lost count. It was pure, unmitigated, and unadulterated lust. There was no emotion, and none of it was personal.

if you saw a woman’s hole, you could fill it, or lick it, or pinch it, or touch it. The men gave each other a wide berth, but now and then, we managed to touch in the process. It creeped me out at first, but eventually, I got used to the idea of fucking a woman while she was giving my father head.

No one talked, no one asked questions, we just fucked and fucked, and as the men shot their loads – most of them stopped and watched. A few rejoined the orgy, but most of the men could only cum once. I was thankful to be one of the last guys to shoot my load (along with my sister’s boyfriend).

Much to my surprise, the women got their reward. They were allowed to keep writhing and fucking and eating each other’s pussies. They were like the Energizer bunnies, and they just kept going and going and going – nothing was too perverse, no hole was off limits.

In the end, I had lost count of all the asses and pussies I fucked; I had lost count of all the amazing blowjobs that almost made me cum. I pulled out before I could spunk in their mouths.

THE NEXT MORNING:

I fell asleep holding Mrs. Sanderson; her big tits were bruised, and she looked a bit like a crack whore who had been run through the wringer. She was sweaty and happy and very loving and affectionate as we snuggled.

I was shocked to wake up alone in my own bed. I wondered if I had dreamt all of this. It had been far too vivid to dream, and my cock still smelled like Mrs. Sanderson’s pussy – I knew it had been real. I felt my neck and wondered if I had hickeys.

My mom knocked on my door and then opened it without asking permission to come in. “Wake up, sleepy head,” she was fully dressed in a pair of Christmas jammies like she always wore on Christmas morning. There were no visible bruises, and her hair and makeup were perfect like usual. “It’s Christmas morning; come and open up your presents.”

I groaned and wanted to stay in bed – my dick was sore. I felt like I had crammed it in the tightest possible holes, and I wanted to sleep. “I did cum, and opened up a lot of presents already,” I croaked in a raspy voice as my mind wandered through visions of all the pussy I had the night before.

“Honey, whatever you are feeling – I am far worse; I’ve got bruises in places I didn’t even know I had,” she smiled and winked. I was glad it wasn’t just a dream.

“What was the last part about? Was it a prize that you were turned into the Christmas tree, or was that a punishment?” I asked as I stretched lazily.

“Put all of that behind you for now. When we get closer to next Christmas, I’ll train you and prepare you for everything you’ll see at the event,” she assured me.

“Don’t you mean next Twatmas?” I grinned impishly and stepped out of bed. I didn’t feel the need to hide my morning wood from her – so I proudly let my erect penis stand at full mast in my underwear.

“Shhh, we don’t say that word now. You need to be discreet, honey,” my mom warned me and ignored my erection, looking away.

“Why? Why not just be honest? You like to lead an alternative lifestyle and be sexually submissive,” I suggested that my mother just admit what she is into.

“I like a lot of things, and they are fantasies and nothing more. I can’t live that way all the time; nobody can, and you and your brother were not ready to know about what happens at Twatmas, er ... now you’ve got me saying it,” she frowned in frustration.

“If you had told me that you were into swinging and submission, I definitely could have accepted it, and I bet my little brother can as well. Why don’t you come over here and suck on my cock before we go out there – you know you want it! You love dick.”

“I don’t want to discuss it, and that’s what I was afraid of, Nick. You would try to treat me like you did at the party when we are not AT the party. I was Comet the Twat last night, but the rest of the year. I am your mother, and it’s not appropriate for you to ask me to do something like that.”

“What if I told you to get down on your hands and knees and suck my dick?” I asked with a firmer tone, like it wasn’t up for debate.

My mom left in a huff without further discussion. I eventually got dressed and left my room. As I was walking out, I heard the sound of my sister’s bed creaking back and forth, and I assumed she was fucking Evan. I heard giggling and the obvious sounds of sex in her room.

I decided to chance it and just open the door – Evan and my sister had shared so much with me sexually that I doubted they would care if I joined in. I was shocked to see my cousins, Kyler and Austin. They were double-teaming my sister – one in the front and one in the back. The two of them froze in place as they stared at me, red-faced.

“It’s okay, he’s cool,” my sister shifted awkwardly. She had Austin’s cock in her mouth as she spoke. I could still see some bruises and hickey on her body. “I’d let you take a turn, but when they finish, we have to go unwrap presents,” she said before getting slightly upset that I didn’t knock.

“Just because I am a slut, doesn’t mean you can walk in and fuck me whenever you want, by the way,” she shrugged before telling the guys to continue. “You can watch if you want, though,” Harley invited me to stay. “They’ll be done soon.”

She sounded bored, like this was mostly a mundane morning chore that simply had to be completed, like using the bathroom or brushing her teeth.

I had never expected my cousins would be fucking my sister, and they seemed so comfortable with my intrusion. They went back to fucking her. I was going to leave, but Kyler got his nut early in my sister’s ass, and he groaned and made a lot of noise.

“Shush, do you want everyone to hear?” she whispered angrily over her shoulder at him.

“So? Your mom and dad know we fuck you, and obviously, so does your little brother,” Kyler said as he wiped his dick off in my sister’s ass crack – pulling it out without so much as a thank you or an ounce of consideration.

He slid his dick up and down her crack like it was a hot dog, and her ass was the bun.

“My little brother doesn’t, and your parents don’t know you guys fuck my brains out when you visit,” she said as she continued sucking my cousin’s cock and allowed Kyler to have free reign to do anything he wanted to her butt while she finished off his brother.

“I think our Mom and Dad know what a slut pig you are after they hollowed out your cunt when we went hunting a few years ago, and you may as well fuck Billy. You are fucking Nick, so why not?” Kyler said as he stood up and got dressed.

I had so many questions. I remembered that my sister went hunting in Georgia with my Aunt and Uncle a few years ago, but she said it was uneventful and never spoke much about that.

“I think we are only fucking once a year,” I said politely as Kyler wiped his dick off on my sister’s pajamas. He had a tiny, uncircumcised cock, and I was happy that I was far more well-endowed than he was. His brother’s cock looked basically the same.

“Why? If we had a sister like her, we’d fuck her morning, noon, and nightly,” Kyler said as he stroked my sister’s hair while his brother finished in her mouth. Harley looked pleased, and she didn’t pull away – she was ready to receive Austin’s jizz.

Kyler shocked me because he thrust my sister’s head forward and choked her on his brother’s dick. My sister made gurking noises like she was going to throw up, and the boys laughed while they made her eyes water. They coked her like that until a snot bubble popped out of her nostril.

I felt nothing but sympathy for my sister. She had tried to pleasure them, and they were laughing at her while they forced her head down on his tiny cock. He spunked in her mouth and let go of her, as if he was happy to have unloaded and wanted nothing to do with my sister now.

“If you can make it quick, go ahead and hop on,” my sister wiped her mouth and adjusted her hair. “I know I look like a mess, but I can definitely take another cock.” she smiled and swallowed Austin’s load.

“Did mom take more dick than you did last night?” Austin asked casually as he recovered and wiped his cock in her blonde hair.

“I didn’t keep count,” my sister grinned and offered me her pussy – remaining on her hands and knees on the bed.

I hadn’t expected my sister to be that generous with her body after Twatmas was over. She was so easygoing about it -and acted like it was no big deal to fuck me. I hinted that I thought this wasn’t something we usually discussed with our cousins.

“We know our parents are swingers, dude,” Kyler regarded me like I was treating him like a kid.

I smiled and nodded as I unzipped my pants and slid behind my sister to fuck her doggy style.

“Fill my pussy up, I’ve already had my mouth and ass packed, we’ll consider it an early Christmas gift,” my sister guided my cock into her pussy like we were old lovers. “Kyler always fucks me in the ass – and makes it hurt,” she pouted.

“You love it, Fart Face,” Kyler slapped my sister’s tits while remained position on her hands and knees on the bed.

“Hey, that’s my sister!” I defended her.

“That’s my slave name,” my sister shrugged and sighed, like it was not a big deal to be insulted by our cousins. She slid up and down on my dick like it was also not a big deal that they watch us fuck.

“Slave name?” I asked.

“Yeah, Fart Face is a slave to my dad!” Kyler laughed and high-fived his little brother. He said that he would inherit her when Eddie passed away.

“It’s not like that,” Harley shook her head no. “I am flattered you want to inherit me, Kyler – but that was just a game I played with Uncle Eddie and Daisy. It’s not like I am their property night and day,” she admitted.

I was shocked that my sister was so casual about it.

She explained to me while I plunged my cock into her pussy that a few years ago when she went hunting with my Aunt and Uncle that she agreed to be their sex slave. “It’s not like I am property or a something that can be sold – it’s more like I do what Uncle Eddie tells me when he visits and let him boss me around. They haven’t been actively training me.”

My mind was blown – my sister’s sweet pussy felt so good that it was hard to concentrate on this new revelation.

“They should have trained you to be a circus monkey,” Kyler joked as he pulled my sister’s nipples and teased her. “You don’t even call us Sir anymore.”

“I can’t because my mom and Dad would find out and ask a lot of questions, and I only had to do that while I was in BDSM training – if you aren’t going to hump me again, why don’t you two go outside and stall our parents for a little while,” Harley frowned.

“BDSM? What does that even stand for?” Austin sneered.

“Butt Dripping Spit Milkshakes!” Kyler guessed, still playing with my sister’s nipples. She didn’t slap his hand away. I thought it was odd because she had the choice to let him.

“Do you really think BDSM stands for Butt Dripping Milkshakes?” Harley scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Big Dumb Sluts Moaning!” Kyler guessed.

“Backdoor Delivery, Special Meat!” Austin added with a grin, clearly being facetious.

“Big Donkey Balls ... Monday...” Kyler stumbled on the last one.

“It stands for Boring Silly Dorks Masturbating,” my cousin hissed as Kyler pinched her nipples really hard. She continued backing into my cock and letting me fuck her. She explained with a sigh that it meant “slave stuff.”

“Oh, okay, like dressing up in leather and calling people Sir? That is boring shit. I hate it when you and Mom do that. We got our nut – so we’ll see you out there. Don’t take too long,” Kyler warned us as he turned to leave.

Austin stopped and yanked my sister’s nose, squeezing it hard as he did. “Fart face likes it hard and rough, so hurt her like this and she’ll cream herself,” he explained.

“I don’t care for THAT,” Harley corrected, but then Austin slapped my sister’s face really hard, leaving a pink mark on her cheek. “That, I like...” she smiled as my cousins filed out of her room.

“Why do you let them treat you like shit?” I asked as I continued to fuck her.

“I like being treated like shit,” she chuckled. “The first weekend I spent with Master Eddie and Cunt Face was magical – I learned what really turned my screws and pushed my buttons. I get off on pain, humiliation, and shame. You can punch my ass, or fuck me a lot harder,” she offered politely.

I started to fuck my sister harder, but I didn’t punch her ass. I leaned forward on her and tried to give it to her harder. “Cunt Face?”

“That’s Aunt Daisy’s slave name, mine as you heard is Fart Face,” my cousin clearly didn’t seem to like her own slave name. “You can call me Fart Face – just now around Mom and Dad, or Billy obviously, when we are alone like this is fine.”

“Mom and Dad don’t know you were a slave to Uncle Eddie?”

“Do you want to talk or fuck?” my sister asked me sarcastically – clearly frustrated.

I pinched her nipples and said that it was new to me and I’d like to know.

“It’s complicated. Mom’s slave name is Ass Face – and she knows my Uncle trained me – but she doesn’t know we play when he comes to town.”

I thought my mind couldn’t be blown any more than it already was – but like my dick during last night’s orgy -it was blown again. I set aside the fact that my mother had a “slave name” and I heard a few people call her that last night, and putting aside the fact that my sister was “trained” with her, I focused on one detail that bugged me the most.

When I first arrived at the party, my Aunt Daisy told me that her sons had no idea she was into things like this, and she wouldn’t want them to know. Now, it sounded like they knew a lot more than she let on.

“Aunt Daisy said that her sons don’t know about Twatmas, and she wanted to keep that from them,” I said.

“They don’t know what we do during Twatmas, but they know it’s a sex party. I don’t think you could live with Aunt Daisy and not know she is a Cuck Queen or that she fucks a lot of guys – You knew Uncle Eddie and Aunt Daisy are very sexually adventurous, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer my sister’s question because it seemed rhetorical. I had my suspicions about them, but nothing concrete. “What is a Cuck Queen?”

My sister sighed and held up her fingers about an inch apart. “I am this close to having an orgasm. Can we save this conversation for ten years from now?” she groaned before explaining that our Aunt gets off on being submissive and other women fucking her husband. “Daisy has a lot of kinks, but she loves humiliation almost as much as Mom does. Oooh, yes, harder, harder ... that’s it, fuck me like you hate me, Nick! Do it, Do it, Do it, Get it, Get it,” Harley became increasingly aggressive, fucking herself on me and shaking like she was close.

I tried to fuck her hard, but I clearly wasn’t fucking hard enough because my sister flopped on the bed in frustration and stopped moving – turning over to face me. “What the fuck? Why are you screwing me like you are afraid my pussy will bite your dick off?”

I frowned and didn’t want to be defensive. I could tell I was going to go limp.

“You can do anything to me short of punching me in the face, choke me, pull my hair, shove me, make me puke, slap me, beat me, fist me – and you can even punch me in the face if I am having an orgasm, and I wouldn’t care. Just don’t bore me to sleep or fuck me like you are trying to turn me on.”

“Why would I hurt you?” I didn’t want to hurt my sister.

She sighed in frustration and thanked me for trying. “I am probably fucked up, little brother. I am an adrenaline junkie. I like dangerous sex – that’s why I probably can’t have an actual Master. I don’t want to be trained and obey rules – I want to be kidnapped, tied to a chair and interrogated with a cock down my throat.”

I smiled and I felt my cock stiffen – although I was already out of her, my dick was still lying on her tummy. She smiled when she noticed that I had a reaction.

The door to her room opened abruptly.

My sister didn’t even look up. She assumed it was Hunter and Austin back for round two. “I told you two that you can sneak in and fuck me while I am sleeping – but you aren’t even trying,” she said.

It wasn’t them – it was Daisy. She had come to check on us and hadn’t bothered to knock either. “I assume you are still fucking Austin and Hunter?” she said as she scolded us for making everyone else wait to open presents.

My aunt was wearing something fairly mundane, a skirt, blouse – nothing provocative like the night before.

“Yeah, I told them they have to sneak in while I am asleep and ambush me if they want me,” my sister admitted.

“That’s kind of hot, I just hope they don’t think all women want that,” she admitted.

“I thought you said that your sons don’t know you are a slave, Cunt Face?” I asked my Aunt.

She feigned indignity at being addressed as Cunt Face – even though that was obviously her slave name. “They know I am a little wild, and I walk around bare ass all the time at home – but if they knew they could call me Cunt Face – they’d probably be like you and use that name all the time to get a rise out of me.”

“So? Isn’t that what it’s supposed to do?” I said as I turned to face her and started to get dressed.

My Aunt rolled her pretty blue eyes and shrugged. “They barely do what I tell them now. I’d imagine they’d walk all over me if they saw me as a slave – and they’d probably start giving ME orders.”

“Isn’t that what slaves are supposed to do, Cunt Face?” I countered and added, “Obey orders and serve her betters?”

I could tell from Daisy’s body language that she wasn’t going to entertain my question. She didn’t get a chance to enter because my mom entered my sister’s room next. There was no trace of the naughty words written on her body, bruises, cum trails, or any of the activity from the sex party. She was dressed immaculately in a white sundress with lace, her makeup was perfect, and every hair was in place.

“Oh great,” my sister joked. “We should just invite everyone to my room and have an orgy.”

Mom looked disappointed with us when she saw us getting dressed and instantly knew we had sex.

“I told you that Twatmas was just for last night, Nick!”

“Technically, it was Twatmas Eve – today would be officially Twatmas,” I countered playfully.

My mom wasn’t amused. “He’s already talking about being a Master and what things I should do for him as my better – calling me Cunt Face.”

My mom didn’t joke or seem amused by that either. “This is why I didn’t think you were ready for that party. You can’t call your Aunt names like that, Nick. It’s not appropriate!”

“I don’t care if he calls me Fart Face, just not around vanilla people and our little brother,” my sister shrugged, now fully dressed. She’d slipped into a top without a bra and some hot shorts.

“Well, I do,” my mom insisted that we compartmentalize what happened the night before and never speak of it until the following year.

“No,” I replied firmly.

I cannot describe my mother’s face when I told her no. I’d never seen such a stony and shocked reaction from her. It was like she had fully expected me to agree and move on. “It’s not a debate, it’s not up for discussion,” she replied firmly.

“You can’t show me this wild world that you and Harley lead and then expect me to pretend that nothing happens when you and she go jogging in the morning,” I replied.

“Yes, I can. You never bothered to wake up that early, and we’ve been leading this lifestyle for a long time without you or your brother finding out, Nick.”

“Finding out, what?” My little brother was with Hunter and Austin in the hallway behind my mom. They had run out of patience waiting for us to open our Christmas gifts.

Needless to say, that Christmas morning we unwrapped more than presents. My parents agreed to be more open with us since we knew about their lifestyle. My Dad said he wouldn’t have orgies in the front room and put it in our face – but he wasn’t going to hide it either. My mom took a little coaxing to get on board with it, but Harley was ready to help teach both of us to discipline her.

My cousins said they’d always known their mom was their Dad’s slave and shrugged like it was no big deal. That was a huge relief to my Aunt. “You have no idea how much of a weight that is off of my chest.”

“Like your fat tits, Cunt Face!” Hunter laughed hysterically, and his brother joined in – they obviously knew much more than they had ever let on to their parents.

At first, my parents were going to introduce me and my little brother to their BDSM world very slowly. However, it soon became apparent that Daisy and my mother were hyper-competitive, and before long, the two of them had worked each other up to start serving openly around the house.

They were both naked, and in rope before Christmas was completely over, calling us Sir and waiting on us- it wasn’t as wild as Twatmas, but it was a start.

It was definitely the best Christmas (Twatmas) of my life.

I didn’t even tell you about what happened when I finally visited Mrs. Sanderson and her daughter after that!

(I intended to write a "NUDE YEARS EVE" story to follow - but maybe next year)

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"Sasquatch"

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"Jingle Balls"

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I was going to put my ugly mug in this picture (like I've done so many times before as an easter egg) but I decided to put one of the pictures of the real morgan fairchild that I used to wank to back in the ancient pre-internet days in the frame instead.

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This one I debated including. In the "end" I decided it belonged.

I have hundreds more pictures of everything from girls being dunked in Egg nog, to writing their name in the snow while freezing their asses off.

I may decide to post a few more as a separate gallery one day.

It's a good problem to have - too many pictures. This final chapter just had so many memorable scenes in it that I went a little nuts adding pictures.

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This picture is my absolute favorite of the bunch and for me - represents the entire story.

It was not an easy thing to make. I came at it many different ways and before Krea changed/removed some of it's features I was able to leverage it's amazing editing and inpainting tools. Unfortunately, they made the strange choice to gut those features and then focus on being an "Everything" AI company (just not doing any of those things very well).

Their NSFW prompt filtering is so egregious and intrusive, that you can't say "bare" or even "barely". I've never seen a filter that hardcore before. It's unusable to me. I couldn't make this picture now with the other AI sites out there.

Krea had features that no other AI site had. I think part of it was that it would "hallucinate" and sometimes surprise you with a clever idea. A lot of traditional inpainting tools just do what you ask and don't consider the composition of the overall picture in the end product. I felt like the Krea inpainting did.

If you aren't into AI pictures, that's probably gibberish/boring but I thought I'd share that the pictures were part of the journey with this story for me.

They say pictures tell 1000 words, and sometimes I've been moved to buy a book or at least leaf through it based on the cover and artwork inside. I know they say "don't judge by the cover" but some covers kick ass.

I also know they some will say that by showing the way the characters look that you are defining it for the reader. That's literally ever movie and TV show.

When you think of Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings - it's hard not to picture the amazing actor that played him. This story also featured not one but TWO Morgan Fairchild look-a-likes and it was fun creating pictures of her in naughty situations. I have so many, that it's not even funny.

The AI has a hard time with two or more DIFFERENT characters in pictures, or with using ONE lora for one character and another Lora for the other. It generally merges both Loras into some weird Frankenstein mish-mash.

However, if you have sexy Cougar versions of Spicy Morgan Fairchild making out with each other - it's good to go. Twins being tied up together and kissing is something AI does incredibly well.

I hid a lot of easter eggs in this one, and yes - I put my ugly mug into this one too. I probably come off like an ego maniac, but to me -it's just funny and it's how I pictured this iteration of me in the story. most of the time, I am adding myself in some self-deprecating way, even if I am laughing about myself by putting me in the background as a Greek God with a body like Adonis.

I illustrated this before I did the "Cousins Don't need modesty" story, and I think I've gotten better at making pictures - but I also hid a ton more easter eggs in that story than this one.