Short Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

Lara POV All winter long my stepbrother's cock is warmed in my eager pussy. We fuck like rabbits in his room, in my room, in the bathroom…I get to learn everything I have ever shied away from. Curiosity fills the innocent pussy. But wait, how did I get here? December 12: thirteen days before Christmas I plan to lose my virginity this winter but I still blush about sex, and my bestie Ellie won't stop making fun of me and calling me a prude.

she says while rubbing her pussy in pleasure. “Sucking my dick turns you on”? She answers by sucking me so hard I almost see stars. Shit, I might have entered a deal with the devil after all and I can't wait for all the surprises I'll be getting for this Christmas even if it means my name would be on the naughty list. Christmas here I come.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

Where the hell is my nurse and medicine? “Anyway, they made a movie about it. It's not my cookies," she giggled, delighted with herself, "...it's the mountain. Can you imagine them making a movie about my cookies? So I made up a story about a village near K2 that celebrated a person called Christmas Amoeba instead of Santa. He always sneaks into the house secretly – amoebas are microscopic in size, which is why if a person is amoeba it is extremely sneaky – on Christmas Eve and leave presents for everyone. In return, the villagers will leave countless strange shaped cookies for the amoeba to eat. Amoebas come in different shapes, so it makes sense.” She couldn't see my face, so I didn't feel

Elijah hums. “He is. But the snowman does not give up. He learns that far into the woods, there’s a fairy who can grant any of his wishes. So he starts his journey into the woods. But behind those woods lie evil creatures. He fights those evil creatures and wins. Then he meets the fairy, who grants him his one true desire. To live with the sun without melting. So the snowman gets to be with the sun again and lives happily ever after.”

, Uncle Cameron took a long pause. I remember it was the Christmas holidays. All my relatives and cousins had come to our house for the Thanksgiving dinner. One of my uncles, uncle Cameron was very fond of telling horror stories to us. I was seven and my cousins a year or two younger and older. Me, Julie, Michelle, Sammy and Hailey had sat around on the rug in our PJ's listening to uncle Cameron's stories. He used to tell them with such dedication; raspy and spooky voice and all the required background noises; we all believed in his stories.

How could she focus on herself right now? With no other choice, she started telling stories to distract him. "Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved wearing a red hood, so people called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day, her mother asked her to bring cake and wine to her sick grandmother, who lived on the other side of the forest. Little Red Riding Hood…" Renee racked her brain to remember childhood stories, doing her best to sound lively. "You're…so noisy!" Jasper said with a strained frown, barely able to get the words out.

I wanted to ignore the feeling between my legs and just walk out to my car, but I guess pussy couldn’t just let me. So I turned and went in search of the white bearded chimney guy. He sat in a sleigh chair, which looked kinda comfortable , held two kids,on his knee and was the Santa imitation voice and laughing loudly asking them what they wanted for Christmas. I stood still biting my lips and hoping my eyes are hiding my sexual desires as much as I am holding myself from sitting on his laps and straddling his legs. His eyes locked with mine,I’m pretty sure the intensity of my eyes were boring into his head.

"A lot happened yesterday, which was why I couldn’t keep my promise. I’m so sorry I couldn’t put you to sleep last night." "I know you must have been busy, Miss Kathleen, and I'm not mad at you. Now if you'll excuse us, Chef Koko was reading me a story and I was enjoying it a lot." My mouth fell open in horror as I watched the five year old, little brat act exactly like my mother when she was mad. Okay…when did the two of them meet and swap souls? "The story is about Santa Claus and his deer. I wanted you to read the story for me, but Chef Koko saw me sitting here all alone, and offered to do it instead."

“Very. He is not… very human in the conventional sense. But the contract is clear: two days. You satisfy him fully. He fights. You leave. Seventy thousand dollars. Cash. In a duffel bag the moment you step out Sunday night.” I looked across the small living room. My six-year-old brother, Noah, was asleep on the couch, thumb in his mouth, tiny chest rising and falling. My eleven-year-old brother, Liam, sat on the floor doing homework by the light of a single lamp because we couldn’t afford to run the ceiling fan tonight. He looked up at me with those too-serious eyes. “Who’s on the phone, Sara?” “Just work,” I lied. I stood and walked into the kitchenette.