by Pixie Chica
The chaos that had taken over the place was massive, and it took my brother’s quick thinking and tech work to get us ahead of schedule. Crystal made sure we had an endless supply of food to give to the workers, who were more than happy to work extra hours. Molly and her made quite the pair over at The Lounge and I could see how well they were going to get along. Molly had always wanted a daughter and Crystal didn’t come from a loving family, making it easy for them to become close. When Crystal informed Molly that she had a friend that was perfect for her son, it only made that bond stronger. Of course, Kent and John had no clue of the little set up those two were planning. In fact, John had left a week ago to help Kent with the move, and they still haven’t come back.
They were already two days late in returning, but when I asked the girls, they said Kent had reported back. I figured I’d give it one more day before I sent out the search party, but tonight was not the night to worry about them. I was ready to find my wife and love her until we were both exhausted. I had put in way more hours than I wanted to today, and now I was ready for my reward... Who would have thought I would have something better to do than obsess over the company on Christmas Eve? “Baby where are you?” I call out again.
“I’m coming... or will be soon, anyway. Sit there and wait for me.”
I do as I’m told, anxious for whatever little ruse she has for me. When All I want For Christmas Is You starts playing in the background my eyes snap open. There in front of me is Grace, in nothing but a ribbon wrapped strategically around her chest, and a flared out Christmas skirt. Her red heels from our first night together are back on her feet, and they are the perfect accessory to the outfit. But my favorite part of her ensemble is all the mistletoe she has on her body, placed in the naughtiest of places.
As the song plays, she struts towards me, dancing in a seductive little dance, that has my panties sticking to myself and my core clenching with need. I reach out for her but, she smacks my hand away and sashays away going back to her little dance.
“You are gonna end up on the naughty list, Mrs. Claus.” I warn her.
“That’s the plan. I don’t want any gifts, I want you. I got a whole year to behave, but not tonight.”
“Then don’t keep me waiting come over here so I can unwrap my gift. Although, Christmas isn’t until morning.”
“It’s Christmas somewhere.” She says plopping herself on my lap, her legs spread on either side of me, her skirt riding up and giving me another surprise. The little vixen didn’t even bother wearing panties.
“Yes, this is true, and frankly that’s the furthest thing in my mind. This gift, I’m unwrapping right now and wrapping those thighs around my face, so I can get that sugary sweetness I have been missing all day.”
“When did I say I was gonna make this easy?”
“You didn’t. I just don’t care because I’m gonna take what I want.”
My words cause her to break out in goosebumps all over her skin. I pull her to me, cupping her ass and squeezing. Her nipples pebble against the ribbon, the only barrier stopping me from seeing her tits bounce free.
“Are you now? I don’t think that’s how this works, Mrs. Claus.” She sasses at me, and the wicked smile I give her affects her just as I hoped for. She momentarily closes her eyes. Seizing the opportunity, I grip her cheeks hard forcing her to buck forward and grind against me. Her pussy making contact with my covered center. My action is rewarded with a moan leaving her red lips.
Taking control of the situation, I continue to push her back and pull her into me, the friction causing my own wetness to drench my pants. Needing more, I pull off the ribbon restraining her breasts with my teeth. Just as I expected, they bounce free, taking one into my mouth, letting my tongue graze over the nipple as I do. Looking up at her from this position, eyes closed, mouth slightly open from the pleasure, she’s fucking gorgeous. She brings her hand up to her other breast squeezing it, almost as if she is mimicking what I am doing with my mouth. I feel her body start to tremble and I know she could come from just this action alone, always so responsive to my touch. But I want more. I want to make her scream in need. Releasing her breast with a pop, I slide my hand up her back and to her neck.
I pull her to me until her ear is inches away from my lips. I bite it softly watching the way her breath hitches at the contact. “I want you to turn around and back that luscious ass of yours all the way back so I can feel it grinding on me. You can do that for me right, beautiful?”
She has yet to open her eyes, still too lost in the pleasure. When I get confirmation from her, I raise her wrist to my mouth. Placing a single kiss there, scraping my teeth against her pulse. “I need words.”
“Yes, I...can.” She says in a raspier voice than normal. Lifting her up by the same wrist, I help position her just as I asked. She eagerly obliges pressing her ass up against me. I pull the ribbon out of her hair letting her locks fall down. Wrapping my wrist around it, I pull her back so her neck is exposed to me, giving me access to bite her.
“Fuck Brandie, touch me please.”
“Don’t worry, I've got you, baby.” I whisper against the spot I just kissed and this time I suck. I know tomorrow there’ll be a mark there. Leaving my hand wrapped around her hair slide the other down her body, caressing her nipples, her stomach, her navel, ever so slowly until I reach my destination. Teasingly I run my finger ever so lightly. She immediately arches her back, but I pull her against me.
“Patience, I said I have you.”
“But I want you now.”
“And I will give you what you need.” I drag my tongue up the side of her neck distracting her and dragging two fingers through her folds, shocking her senses. She’s so wet and ready for me to fuck her. She’s practically begging me, and I can’t hold back anymore. I start to fuck her, first slipping into her, causing her to demand more. Wanting to give her everything she needs, I move faster, and add another digit. Her pussy pulsing as I continue thrusting into her, her walls contracting in pleasure. I move faster, the way she calls out my name like a personal challenge to take her higher. I let go of her hair to hold her hip tight, ensuring she doesn’t go far.
“That’s it, baby, you look so gorgeous right now. I’m going to make you feel really good.” I tell her and I know she isn’t going to last. “Hold on a little longer baby, just keep grinding into me.” My words seem to have only propelled her quicker into ecstasy as her pussy contracts against my digits. Her thrusts become faster, shorter, until she can’t take it anymore and I hold her against me as she cums. When she finally calms down, I sit back pulling her to me so she’s sitting sideways on my lap. Her chest is rising and falling, as she struggles to catch her breath. I bring my fingers to my mouth tasting her and wanting more.
“Did you really just do that?” she asked a bit shocked at my action.
“Yup getting a taste to hold off my need. I’m going to be covered in it a few.” Sure enough, I spend Christmas Eve playing with my gift all night long, making sure I show just how grateful I am for the present I got this year.
Epilogue One
Brandie
One Year Later - Day after Thanksgiving...
I struggle to pry my eyes open when the alarm on my phone starts ringing. I know what day this is and how important its always been in my life, but today I want nothing more than to stay in this bed cuddled up with my wife, who is curled up against me. For a woman who loves Christmas so much, she really isn’t a fan of the cold, which means she ends up wrapping herself around me like a leech and I couldn’t love it more. Pulling my arm away trying to untangle myself from her tight hold proves harder than ever imaginable.
“Where are you going?” She whines against my neck causing me to groan. I really wish I could stay here with her cuddled together until morning, but duty calls. My brother will be downstairs waiting for me to set up together. Over the last year we have become very close, and merging both of our ideas moved us into the next century. Which is why we both ne
ed to be down there to kick off the holiday season. “Baby you know what day it is, I have to make sure I’m downstairs before everyone else.
“Shit I forgot, let’s go. I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” She shoots up from the bed and runs into the bathroom, returning two minutes later bundled up and ready. When we get downstairs, my brother is already waiting for us with Crystal.
“You ready, sis?”
“Yes, let’s do this!” I answer and the others who are up at the crack of dawn with us roll their eyes at our obvious disregard for them making both of us chuckle. We all link arms together and head to the floor. Dividing each of the task lists between all of us makes the job easier, and we get to enjoy the coffee that I made, before it’s time to open up.
“Ok time to ring the bell!” I say to him and instead of fighting over it, we nod in agreement, letting the women who changed our lives ring it. All the workers come pouring in greeting us as they head up to their workstations. This is the first year where our parents will not be around, deciding to take off early for the holiday vacation to see Ron. Our brother finally confessed it wasn’t us who made him leave, but his own selfishness being the true culprit. He never wanted to be up here and he chose his own path, although he does come to visit more frequently now that there is no pressure of taking over.
“Yo! Guys! I need help!” John Alexander says running towards us. Kent is out of town for a conference and whatever this is seems urgent by the way he looks. We always laugh because whenever Kent has to go away for business, it leaves John Alexander looking like a lost puppy, wandering the halls like half of his soul is gone.
“Hey what do you need?” Grace asks him as he stops in front of the group.
“I am planning a surprise for Kent, but I’m going to need all hands-on deck.”
“We got this!” We all say placing our hands in the middle before screaming “Team North Pole!”
Epilogue Two
Grace
Five years after that....
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask my wife who is in the workshop sitting on the sleigh. I’ve always wanted to ride it, but for one reason or another, I’ve never gotten the chance. The first few years of our transition being the busiest, putting out fires here and there. And also splitting our time between here and my shop that I still open a few months a year for the summer Christmas spectacular, has been hectic. The life we have built up here is everything I always wished for, but the workload can get overwhelming right up until the end of the holiday season.
We tend to do a vacation as a family and that’s still not for at least a month. So I’m not sure why she is not downstairs joining in with her brother to test out their newest invention. I, myself, should be with Crystal helping her take care of my two little nieces, and my nephew who can be a handful at times. But it seemed Crystal had it under control today, so I had nothing to do but find my wife.
“I’m taking it for a spin, I finally took a look at what dates were best and I cleared the schedule for it.
“Aha and what are you clearing up the schedule with the sleigh for?” I ask, intrigued by what she has up her sleeve.
“You know I’ve tried to give you all you ever wanted but this is something I haven’t given you. It has been your dream to fly over Europe in this thing and I’m going to fulfill that wish.” She says helping me up into the carriage.
“You know I don’t need a sleigh ride to be happy. I just need you.” I reassure her wrapping my arms around her middle, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. I lay my head on her shoulder and look up at the woman who stole my heart all those years ago. I still get those butterflies anytime she’s near and the way my heart always beats faster when we lie like this, has only intensified with time.
“Yes, I know, and all I ever need is you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like spoiling you. I’ve got it for the whole weekend and I’m taking it up to the small cabin in the mountains. No one will bother us, it’ll just be you, me and a whole lotta wine.”
“I love this plan, anything that includes you naked is where I want to be.” I say wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. As we lift off and through the sky, I hardly believe this is happening. It’s one thing to see it when Joe goes for a run, and another is living it in the flesh. The cold air hits my face and I snuggle in closer, a satisfied look on my wife lets me know that was her plan all along. Instead of going straight to the cabin, she takes the scenic route that includes Paris, London, and Italy.
By the time we head to our destination, all I want to do is take in the best view of all, my wife spread out on the bed. I could still be in Florida, or living the magical life that I do now, all that will ever matter is that I have my one. The one I snatched up with a little help of my love for all things Christmas. Magic does exist, you just have to believe, and it will find you.
Undercover Santa
Prologue
Joe Claus
Watching the trolley drive away with the only sibling I still have contact with stings, even more so because she’s my twin and it’s my fault. The two of us used to be attached at the hip, talking about how we’d run this place together, going so far as to plan why we’d be in charge instead of Ron, the oldest. Of course, it consisted of driving him insane until he gave it to us to get us to leave him alone. Once, we might have put glue on the sleigh, which resulted in needing to pry him out of it. It was her and I against the world. The ironic thing is, Ron actually had left to get away from us, just not as we’d intended. No, it was the bickering between her and I that did it, or so he said. And now, she was gone, too. I can’t even pinpoint when I’d started pushing her away, only that I had, and it had resulted in us always fighting.
My actions, her reactions, and vice versa means I have to tell our parents their favorite child left because of me. Yeah, I’m not looking forward to that. While they claim to love all of us the same, I know it’s a lie. In my opinion, it’s Brandie, Ron, then me.
Walking to the factory, dreading what’s to come, I think over my options, stopping when I see John Alexander heading toward me. Great! Another person who’s replaced me in some way. Just what I need. I’ve lost count of how many times I heard Brandie say to him, “If only you were my brother.” I know I did it to myself with how I treated her, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
“Joe, hold the fuck up,” he calls out, his usual slow pace not once speeding up. The man is predictable to a fault, down to wearing the same style suit every day. No wonder he and my sister get along so well.
“What do you want, John? Come to chastise me?”
“It depends on your answer. Did my best friend leave because of you?” He’s clearly unamused by the turn of events. Well, join the club.
“That isn’t any of your business,” I reply, only to have him grab my arm as I shift to continue toward my destination.
“You made it mine. What the fuck did you do?”
My temper flares, as does his when I shove him out of my path. I’d kick his ass if I wasn’t already in trouble.
“Leave me the hell alone. This isn’t the day to push me.”
“Maybe it is,” he says before taking a swing I easily dodge. However, and this is not one of my proudest moments, I pull back my arm in retaliation and strike. Mine hits the intended target, his ribs, and he immediately doubles over, gasping for breath. Unfortunately, people have gathered to watch us, and I know this will become a shitstorm once Molly sees I’ve hurt her son.
As if I made her magically appear, she comes running down the street, an expression of horror on her face. He’s pretty strong, but I have the advantage of training as a boxer when I was younger. Ironically, it was meant to help channel my anger.
“Why would you do that?”
I have no response for her. John is, or was my friend, too, until I pushed him away like I did everyone in my life.
“Auntie Molly, I’m sorry. It was a reflex. He tried to hit me, and I reacted.”
She look
s appalled and shocked at this information, then turns to her son, asking, “Why?”
“Because the genius made Brandie leave.”
“For the day?” my father, Gregory, aka Santa Claus, wants to know as he joins us. His obvious exhaustion makes me pause. It seems worse than last year. I have to fix this. It’s my only chance to show him that he can count on me.
“A whole year,” John spews, making me want to punch him again, despite the fact I’d been regretting the first one. So, I’ll hit him another way—verbally.
“You got the hots for her or something? News flash—she doesn’t swing like that.”
“Neither do I, dumbass. I don’t have to be into someone in order to be a decent human being.” Then he lunges at me, but his mom holds him back.
“Whatever,” I grumble, trying to get out of there, the need for space suddenly overwhelming me. Unfortunately, my dad’s demand to meet him in the conference room has my feet changing direction. When we enter, both my parents take their seats and indicate for me to do the same.
Dad runs a hand through his beard, stress getting the better of him, and Mom touches his arm. A gesture of comfort, love. Support. They always agree with each other, meaning when a decision is made, it’s not only final but from both of them.
“Son, why did your sister leave?”
“Brandie was mad when she learned I’d be taking over.”
Expecting him to yell, I'm surprised when he stands and pulls my mom against his chest. “I’m sorry, Genevieve. I tried.” His deep sigh has more of an impact than any amount of yelling could.