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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 18. On the First Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me...


"That package is around here somewhere."

Suzie picked up one wrapped present after another. The room being lit up only by the lights on the Christmas tree, it must have been difficult
to read names on the gift tags. She is fairly small in size, and could easily reach underneath the low branches where some of the presents
lay underneath. She had to whisper when speaking. My uncle is asleep on the couch on the other side of the room. I'm not too worried.
Dad said his brother is a heavy sleeper, and if the loud sound of his own snoring didn't wake him up, I doubt Suzie and I whispering to each other would cause him to stir.

"I found it," Suzie excitedly whispers. "I recognize the shape and the wrapping paper." The girl stands back up. "Did you have something for
me under here?"

"I didn't know till the last minute you were coming. I didn't have time. Sorry." I apologized but it was the truth and not my fault. I doubt
I would have considered putting something together for her even with more advance warning. I wouldn't have spent any of my hard earned
money on a gift for Suzie.

"You can make up for it. I'd like to have some eggnog. Let's head for the kitchen first. Then it's back to your room." Suzie led the way to the
kitchen, and thankfully she didn't feel the need to lead me like a dog on a leash, so thank goodness for small mercies.

This ill-advised journey to grab a before Christmas morning present and grab some drinks or snacks could still end in disaster. With this many
people in the house, my parents and Suzie's parents and my uncle, at any moment somebody might get up with a need for something. A need
for a glass of water, or the need to use the bathroom. Something unforeseen could wake somebody up. It wouldn't really matter who found us awake and walking around. One look at me with no clothes on, a naked boy accompanied by a barely clothed girl, and questions were sure to
be hurled at us.

In the kitchen I pour a glass of eggnog for Suzie. I make a cup of spiced cider for myself. Suzie notices the cookie tray is still sitting on a
countertop. She grabs two gingerbread men from the silver tray. Not having three arms to carry things with, Suzie sets the glass of eggnog
onto the counter, then she uses one hand to pull the front of her white panties away from her skin. The two cookies get gently tucked down in
a place not normally used to store any kind of food item. Suzie picks up her glass again. She giggles as she notices me staring at the strangely
misshapen, bulging out area of her underwear.

"I bet you'll eat these cookies," the girl says with a wink of her pretty eye. "No doubts at all."

The sight of this made me recall the old way of describing what girls are made of. According to the children's rhyme, girls are made of "Sugar
and Spice and everything nice." The boys are made of "Snips and Snails and Puppy-dog tails". I still have no idea if any of this makes sense.
Maybe the puppy-dog tail part makes sense for boys. A dog's tail is always moving about, always eager when somebody pets him. A boy's
tail between the legs is attached on the front side. But enough about boys. Girls being sweet and nice is a joke. I've never met a girl that
did anything nice, not for me. Now spice these girls have and plenty of it, but some spice isn't nice, not at all. Hot peppers on food are
often described as what?...SPICY. If Suzie was a cookie, she might look like a gingerbread man, but the cookie dough would be loaded with
chili powder and cayenne pepper...a touch of sweet with a whole lot of heat.

I carried my own drink along with a small bowl of nuts for cracking. Heading back down the hallway toward my bedroom, I noticed I was no
longer hard down there. The actions of gathering stuff in the kitchen, the act of walking around, it all seemed to make the fact I have nothing
on feel somehow more normal. I was starting to get used to being naked in front of Suzie. She already had her hands all over it. She even
gave it a kiss on the little head. All that has made being seen by her become ho ho ho hum in comparison.

We slip back into the bedroom. Suzie tosses her package onto the bed, then the door gets closed and she flips the light switch back on.

"Sit down on the bed. I'll give you a cookie." Suzie places her glass of eggnog on the nightstand.

With her hands now free she uses one hand to pull outward on her white cotton panties. She pulls out one of the gingerbread cookies. This
first cookie she places into her mouth. But before the second gingerbread man is pulled out from her panties, Suzie places her right hand
across the front of her crotch. With a gleam in her eyes, a devilish smile on her lips, Suzie moved her hand around which rubbed the hidden
cookie all around the frontside. I can't see it, but I could visualize where that cookie was rubbing up against down there between Suzie's legs.
Finally, after ten seconds or so of this, as Suzie went through a series of "Oooh...Ohhh" sounds, as her face got a weird expression of ecstasy
and sexy teasing...and all while she actually thrust her hips forward and back...the second gingerbread man is brought out and handed over
to me.

I ate that cookie without hesitation. I did give it a sniff, but the strong scent of gingerbread masked any other aroma that might have been
implanted upon it. I guess it tasted the same, yet it wasn't the same. The man shaped cookie had been in direct physical contact with a
girl's pussy, and I devoured it ravenously.

I washed the cookie down with a couple gulps of spiced apple cider. Suzie took a step toward the bed. She suddenly stopped, looked down,
and she giggled.

"I seem to have some crumbs down here."

Suzie turned her back to me. I can't see anything, but I know what she is doing. She pulled down the front of her panties, and for several
seconds she uses a hand to sweep the cookie crumbs out. I stare longingly at her legs and how her bottom jiggles slightly with every movement.
To think I once turned down an offer from her to go skinnydipping. But she was only elveven years old then. The thirteen year old version of
Suzie is something else entirely.

Suzie giggles again when she turns around. "Wow...you look different. Oh, it shrank. I only saw it when it was hard. Instead of long and fat
it's still sort of long but skinny now."

"I'm glad it's gone down. Sticking up like that is embarrassing. Being naked is bad enough, and I'd cover up. But I don't think you'd let me."

"You're right. I won't let you cover up. But yours isn't the first weenie I've seen before," Suzie declares. "I got two of the boys to show me
their dicks at the Halloween party. I offered to give all of my candy to the guy who is bigger. You remember Marty is the one who came as
the Cowboy. Denzel dressed up as Darth Vader. They are both in the same grade as me. Don't you want to know who won?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Not really. But I guess you're going to tell me."

"Ha ha, you can be so bashful. It's cute. The two of them were close to the same size. I was leaning toward making Marty the Cowboy the
winner because he had some pubes and the other guy is all smooth. But then Denzel got a hardon. I got to watch it grow, watched it stand up. Marty tugged on his, but he couldn't make it stand up. Denzel was declared the winner, and he happily took my stash of candy."

Suzie came closer to me. She kneeled down, placing her hands on my thighs. "Darth Vader didn't have a dick like you do, not even close."

I felt a bit awkward sitting there with her hands on me like that. Those hands are so close do my crotch. I get a twitch down there. I never
know what to do when these things happen. I never know what to say.

Suzie does all the doing and talking. She reaches across me to grab the wrapped present she brought with her back to my room.

"You can open your present now...but only if you promise to use it right away."

I have no clue what is in the package. It could be something I have to wear. But that wouldn't be so bad since putting anything on is actually
an improvement over the current state of undress.

"Alright. I'll open it now." I grab the package from her. I still have suspicions about what it might be. What would a girl like Suzie get me
for Christmas? She is a bright girl. Maybe she got me some comic books, having remembered I wore a Spiderman outfit to the Halloween
party. I rip off the colored wrapping paper. Inside is a package containing four items. It was totally unexpected what I was given. I never
could have guessed in a million years.

Suzie sits down beside me, and she takes hold of the package only long enough to tear it open further. This wonderful present consisted of two wrist sweat bands, one forehead sweat band, and a jump rope.

Suzie is so pleased with herself and her choice of gifts. "I thought you needed to work out more, you know to get in shape. I'm glad to hear
you've been doing pushups...and really, it does show. Now you can add jumping rope to your workout routine. Go ahead, put on the sweatbands and try it out."

This night just got a heck of a lot worse. You can't trust bad girls bearing gifts. "Now? You want me to use this now?!"

Sounds like she wants to see him jump around
Still loving her!
I wouldn’t mind a cookie

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 19. Possible Future Present for Scott


"Yes, you have to use it now. You promised me."

I did make a promise to that conniving, that devious, that cunning little barely a teenaged girl. Once again, Suzie had gotten the better of
me. She tricked me into promising I'd use my early Christmas present immediately. I had no idea it would be a jump rope. I wondered if
she could have a crystal ball, wondered how the heck Suzie could have chosen such a gift to give to me. It's been made clear to me I'm not going
to be allowed to put any clothes on, at least not until the sun comes up. I look over at the clock, and it shows it's almost 3:30. Dang it, the
official beginning of official Christmas morning activities is still several hours away.

Suzie pulls the jump rope out of its packaging. "You didn't get me a present. I got one for you and all you do is complain."

"I'm not complaining," I said, though I sure did want to complain. I have to make her happy again. Suzie keeps slipping into some kind of
victimhood, like she's the one who is being mistreated or exploited. "Okay, I'll do it. I'll check out this nice jump rope. It's something I've
always wanted," the last sentence being a little lie. This present is better served at PE class than for use at home.

I have to stand up to use a jumping rope. I get off the bed to take a position in the center of the room.

"You have to put the wrist and headbands on first," Suzie says, and she tosses these to me.

I put on the two wristbands and the matching headband around my forehead. I guess I look like a tennis player, getting ready to try to win
Wimbledon Tournament, but I'm in rules violation of not wearing white. The jump rope is tossed to me next. I judge my position in the
center area of my room. I have to make sure I don't knock anything over and make too much noise.

I still don't want to do this thing, so I try again. "I look ridiculous. This is crazy. Nobody in his right mind would do exercises in the middle
of the night. We're supposed to be sleeping."

"You promised me. But I'll make a deal with you if you can jump rope for two whole minutes."

"Yeah, I can do that. I've jumped rope in PE class," I tell Suzie, and it's the honest truth. I actually liked the days when the coach brought
out the jump ropes. There were two reasons why I liked those days. I could watch the girls. Some of them have lots of motion going up top
when they jump up and down. The second reason is I did like being watched. I too had some extra curricular body part motion going on when
I jumped rope while wearing the cheap, loose fitting PE shorts. I get a little thrill out of it, glancing over at some girls as they are watching me jump up and down. A couple times I popped a boner, but I kept on jumping while I hoped the coach wouldn't come by right then to notice.

"I heard about you and PE class from one of your classmates. It was Charlene, I think that was her name. Well, she told me how your shorts
always started poking out once you started doing jump rope. Charlene said she was tempted to pull your shorts down, but she chickened
out. That gave me the idea of what to get you for Christmas. I never thought I'd be seeing you use it so soon...and with nothing on."

"Yeah, guess it's your lucky day." I shrugged my shoulders while rolling my friggin eyeballs.

"Maybe you can get lucky. I said I'd make a deal with you."

My ears perked up, "What kind of deal?"

"Jump rope without messing up for two minutes. You can do that, right Scotty?"

"Sure I can."

"And you can't get a boner, if that dick gets hard you lose," Suzie points at my crotch.

Oooh, that is the catch. I knew there was going to be a catch. The reason I liked that particular exercise in PE class is because the girls
did look over at me as I got an erection. Being watched was exciting, but it was a safe way to show off. Dang it...I guess my momma was
right. Sometimes I did try to show myself off. Geez, maybe I am a pervert?

"If you do both of those things, if you have no mess-ups and no hardon happening, I'll take my shirt off. That will be another present to
you. Think you can get what I ask done and done proper?"

"How long will you keep your shirt off?" I hated to sound like a pervert, but this is a negotiation. I have a right to try to better my hand.

"I'll go topless until after the sun comes up, until it's time to go join our parents for opening up the other presents."

Suzie has been looking at me naked for over an hour. This is a chance to see some of her. Now she isn't in the same category as a high school
cheerleader for shapely curves and bouncy boobs. However, her tits are a lot bigger than the last time I saw them. She barely had anything
showing up top when she was eleven years old. I suddenly became more than eager to test out the new jump rope.

I have no doubt he can jump rope for 2 minutes - but can he keep it under control for long enough

Or perhaps he can't, but Suzie just wanted an excuse to be topless anyways

Freesub wrote: Sun Jan 04, 2026 3:25 am I have no doubt he can jump rope for 2 minutes - but can he keep it under control for long enough

Or perhaps he can't, but Suzie just wanted an excuse to be topless anyways

I’m sure the thought of Suzie being topless will be enough to ensure he can’t keep it under control.

DrWhoFanJ wrote: Sun Jan 04, 2026 4:02 am

Freesub wrote: Sun Jan 04, 2026 3:25 am I have no doubt he can jump rope for 2 minutes - but can he keep it under control for long enough

Or perhaps he can't, but Suzie just wanted an excuse to be topless anyways

I’m sure the thought of Suzie being topless will be enough to ensure he can’t keep it under control.

I agree, but I think Suzie wants to flaunt her tits anyways

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 20. A Devil in Disguise


"Can I test it out first. It's right out of the box. I need to get a feel for it."

With so much on the line I stalled and requested a practice run with the jump rope. The first part of this vital mission is I can't mess up.
I can't let my feet get tangled with the rope. I have to perform my jumps flawlessly for two whole minutes. If I can do that then I am the
winner. Oh, have to remind myself to try to think about anything except dick. My dick has to remain soft and floppy. That's the second
requirement. No popping no boner while jumping rope. It's only for two minutes, so it should be easy. But I want to do a practice round
first.

"Well...can I do a few jumps first?" I ask again.

"Okay, go ahead. Whatever you want to do." Suzie leans back on the bed, propping herself up with the elbows. Apparently, she doesn't mind
getting to see me do some warming up first. It's all part of the show for her.

I rotate my shoulders in little circles. I swing my arms in bigger circles. I hop up and down to warm up the leg muscles. Even the small hops
sends my limp penis swinging outward and then down. I was so glad when my hardon issue finally stopped. This is definitely going to be a
uh, hard test.

"Okay. I'm ready," I say, looking at the digital readout on the clock that sits on the bedside nightstand table. "As soon as the clock is at 3:48
I will begin."

I watch the clock, and when the minute changes I begin jumping up and down. I've done jumping rope numerous times in PE class. I have
no difficulty in getting started. However, there is a significant difference in jumping with PE shorts on and jumping with nothing on. During
PE I can feel my dick moving around because the shorts are loose enough to allow that. Completely naked, as my body moves up and down
the dick swings upward wildly. It swings upward, almost touching me, then it flops down and smacks my balls. I never felt this before. My
dick is long enough that it smacks the bottoms side of my balls. It does this each time my jump comes down.

The sound of Whack, Whack, Whack, fills the silence as the jump rope hits the carpeted floor.
The sound of Thump, Thump, Thump, my feet landing on the floor creates a beating rhythm.
The sound of air going into and out of my lungs is a breathy whisper on the wind. Huff n puff, huff n puff.

Suzie is sitting there to see it all happen. She sits up on the bed with an intense look in her eyes. She's focused right where the flopping
penis is putting on its own performance. I glance over at the clock, but it doesn't do me much good. There isn't a second by second countdown
to the next minute. Nothing happens till the number bumps up one numeric digit to the next. I can do this, just need to stay focused.
Jump till the time expires and then I can claim my prize. Suzie has to take off her shirt and show me her small but firm looking tits.

Oops...I shouldn't have thought about Suzie's boobs. I shouldn't have thought about her at all. Just the idea of seeing her take some more
clothes off...dang it, stop thinking about that. Jump for Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas, gas, gas.

I glance over at Suzie on the bed. What she is doing boggles my mind. It turns my brain upside down and my focus is shot dead center through
the heart. Her face has that wicked, mischievous expression again. What her hand is doing is ten times more wicked. Suzie is lying back on
the bed, and now she's got her legs spread wide apart. That would be enough to get my attention and ruin the focus on jumping rope.

Suzie is rubbing a hand between her legs!

I can't believe it. She is actually trying to derail my jumps, trying to make my feet slip or the rope smack on the ankle. Any change in speed
of rotation and the timing will have gone to shit.

Suzie is trying to sabotage our agreement, throw a monkey wrench into the works. It's so not fair. I should turn my head away, but I can't.
I can't help but stare. The fingers of her left hand slide up and down the middle part of the most southern part of her torso. Suzie's little
fingers find the cleft hidden under the cotton panties. He fingers slide up and down the groove that every boy would just die to see.

"One minute gone by, Scotty," Suzie announces. "One more minute to go."

Halfway there, but there is a problem. I can feel my dick has gotten harder. It isn't long and floppy anymore. It's long and becoming bouncy,
not touching my balls anymore on the downward swing of each jump. SHIT, I'm starting to get a boner.

Don't look at Suzie. Look at the clock. Look at the wall. Look at the ceiling. No don't do that. Looking up makes me lose balance and messes
with the arm rotations. I glance over at Suzie again.

Suzie still has a hand down there fingering her pussy from outside the underwear. But now she is doing something else. The right hand is
up at one of her breasts. She's squeezing on her left titty. For crying out loud how is this within the rules?

"So not fair, Suzie." I tell her. That's all I can do is make my complaint heard. She only gave me rules as to what I had to do. She didn't give
any rules to herself.

Bending these non-existent rules even further, Suzie's right-hand slides down to the bottom of her green sleeveless shirt, the one she promised
to remove if I won this jumping task. As I continue the two minute drill, my mind becomes even more jumbled and out of control. Focus is
rapidly being lost. I can feel the erection happening. I can feel the tip of my dick smacking the tummy.

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK...the sound of penis smacks on my tummy blends in with the sound of the rope and the pounding feet. I'm losing this
bet and I can't stop it. My dick is on autopilot. My eyes are glued to Suzie's shirt as it begins to slide up her body. Part of her tummy is already
showing, but the hand pulls the shirt up past the bottom of Suzie's ribcage...then up high enough I can tell the fingers are over the small rise
of that left breast. If she yanks up higher one more time the whole thing will be exposed.

I feel like I'm gasping for air. It's only jumping rope, so why am I wheezing this way. The room vibrates with the pounding up and down of
my body landing on the carpet. My head is beginning to swim. Suzie grins like a she-devil or a Grinch, though she is too pretty to be
compared to the green creature that steals Christmas presents and snatches the feast of foods from Whoville.

"Time is up. You can stop now."

The two minutes has run out. I stop jumping and lower my arms. The arms are the only things I can lower. My penis stands tall and proud,
sticking up like a shining star or an angel on top of the tree. I know I lost even before I look down to see a full-fledged and incredibly stiff
erection. My chest heaves in and out, and so does the end of the dick have its motion, the pounding heart can be seen in the up and down movement.

"Looks like you have a boner, Scotty. I'm sorry you didn't win." Suzie removes her right hand from the shirt, the material falling back down
to her tummy. The left hand pulls up from touching herself, though the front of Suzie's panties seemed to be darker and slightly damp.
"You gave it a good try though. You didn't get completely hard until the last minute."

Scotty may have lost out on seeing more of Suzie, for now.
But now that he’s hard, I wonder if Suzie can control HERself.
Someone might have a white (and sticky) christmas