Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Date: May 18 2020
Subject: Christmass Eve (extreme-ped, inc, ped)
Author: Adam Cunny (AdamCunny@mail.com)
Credit: Credit goes to Silent Steps for creating this series.
Credit: Credit goes to gordanofman for writing this story.

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   The hour was late on Christmas eve.  Overcast clouds blacked out the
moon and stars, but they bore glad tidings of a white Christmas morning. 
There was no snow on the ground, but Winter was apparent in the swaying
leafless branches moved by a biting cold wind.  The streets were empty,
save for one Father Nicolas Anderson, who moved hastily through it all like
a man on a mission.  In his hands, he bore the most precious of cargo: a
newborn baby boy.

   Father Anderson was a man of great purpose.  First and foremost, he
served God.  And as the good book says, faith is nothing without good
works. To that end, Father Nicolas is proud to have served The Community
for the majority of his 50 odd years.  He was entrusted by his people the
most solemn of duties: he was one of the few who was allowed to leave The
Community, in order to bring in new members.  While some runners focused on
helping adult pedophiles or children who could be easily groomed, Nicolas
made it his mission to help those most in need of help: orphans.  Such was
the case with the infant he held tightly to his chest, trying his best to
shield him from the cold.

   Though he spent more of his time outside The Community than within its
confines, he knew the streets inside out.  He knew the layout of the houses
like the back of his hand, and further he knew well the families that
occupied them.  Such was necessary, Nicolas believed, when you were a man
of faith.  You need to know the families that you shepherd (and when it
comes to the children in those families, you must know them in the Biblical
sense).  And it was with this knowledge that Nicolas decided exactly which
family to bring this boy to.  His face was looking downcast as he tried to
move against the wind, but he knew exactly where he was going.

   As he arrived at the front door of the house, his haste came to a
grinding halt.  He stopped himself from knocking on the door.  From where
he was standing, despite the howling wind, he could hear coming from inside
the house, that which went on in every single house in The Community.  It
was the high pitched moans of a child getting fucked, the rhythmic slapping
of skin against skin resonanted through the door and windows all at once.
To Nicolas, nothing in this world was more beautiful.

   Not wanting to disturb the family, Nicolas decided against knocking, and
simply opened the door to enter.  Doors in The Community are never locked,
and everyone is welcome in each other's homes.  He swiftly shut the door
behind him as to not let the cold inside.

   The warmth, the smell of delicious hot chocolate, and the now clamorous
sound of fucking all came over him at once.  Catching his breath, Nicolas
realized that ironically his zeal for his mission led him all the way here
without allowing him to pause for even a moment to think about what to say
to this family.

   Nicolas had entered into a small foyer.  A few small steps led upwards
to the living room, which was where the music of sex originated from.  The
handrail led up to the railing separating the living room from the foyer,
and on the other side of it was a couch.  From where he was standing,
Nicolas could see the back of the head of Carla, the mother of the family,
sitting on that couch.  Perhaps she hadn't heard him come in; she was too
engaged in what was happening in front of her, cheering on what must've
been her husband and daughter as the two fucked like rabbits.

   Nicolas turned to put his hat up on the coat rack, and looked down at
the baby in his other arm, who was still somehow fast asleep.  The cold had
made his nose and cheeks bright red.  It's OK now, Nicolas said to the baby
boy inaudibly, you're safe from the cold now.  I've found a home for you.
At least, I hope I have.

   "Father Anderson!" he heard Carla speak from behind him, and held the
baby boy tighter to his chest.  "Oh my, where have you been?  And what
brings you to our house this Christmas eve?" he heard her ask as she made
her way down the steps.  "No one's seen you in days!  I simply can't
believe they'd give you an assignment during the holidays!  We were worried
you wouldn't be back in time for Christmas service tomorro-"

   When Nicolas turned to face her, baby in hand, Carla gasped.  Her whole
body shook, she nearly dropped the mug of hot chocolate from her hand.  She
froze, gazing at what Father Anderson held in his hands.  She knew what it
meant.

   Carla Sather was what most people would classify as a MILF.  At 35 years
she had maintained her hourglass figure.  Her breasts were an-all natural
30H, which were barely contained by the festive sweater she wore.  Her
khaki pants gripped her thick thighs tightly, and fully augmented her ample
ass.  With her woven hair, lipstick, and heels, she was dressed the part of
a MILF alright.  What Nicolas was banking on right now was the M part of
that.

   She set down the cup at a table and approached him, eyes fixated on the
child.  When she didn't speak up, Nicolas addressed her.  "I'm sorry to
barge in all of a sudden, Carla.  I'd gotten a tip from one of the parishes
I work with...  I had to rush out to get him before someone else did.  His
parents died in a tragic accident.  He has no one else, Carla."

   Carla reached out her hands.  "Let me see him." She took him in and
brought him to her bosom.  She pulled the top part of the blanket back,
getting a better glimpse of his tiny head.  She caressed his little
forehead gently, her fingers running through what little hair he had.

   "If you need more time to decide, Carla, I can take care of him
tonight."

   She shook her head.  "Father...  how old is he?"

   Nicolas bowed his head and solemnly replied.  "Six weeks."

   Carla was visibly heartbroken, on the verge of tears.  "Six WEEKS?" she
squalled.  "To be orphaned at such an age..."

   "Our Lord works in mysterious ways.  I don't claim to know His reasons,
but what I do know is that He allowed me to find this boy, and to bring him
to The Community.  And by His Grace, I will find a home for him."

   "You *have* found a home for him." Carla took a step forward to be
inches in front of Father Anderson as she spoke to him.  The loud
copulation coming from the living room behind her was difficult to talk
over.  "Father, ever since I got married, I wanted to have many children.
It took us 10 years of trying before we conceived.  It was a blessing, but
one child isn't enough for me.  For the past 4 years I've been praying for
another child." She looked down at the boy again.  "And I've always wanted
a son..."

   Father Nicolas smiled.  "Well, if my work here is done...  I would hate
to take up more of your time.  Please, give my warm holiday wishes to your
husband and-"

   "Father, wait." She grabbed his arm while holding tightly onto the baby
in the other.  "Please don't leave yet.  I want you to be with us when I
introduce the baby.  Bless this family, Father, please."

   Nicolas shrugged.  "Well, if you insist, child.  Whether or not I stay,
the Holy Spirit is present in this house this Christmas evening; it is only
by God's Mercy and your selfless deeds that this family has been blessed.
But how can I refuse such a gracious invitation.  Please, lead the way."

   Carla led her guest up the steps, with her new child in her hand.  At
the top, Nicolas arrived at the coziest of living spaces.  There was a set
of two complementing leather couches on each side, facing each other. 
Beside one of them, the one Carla and Nicolas were facing, was the
fireplace, its warm light reaching even the high ceiling.  In front of that
fireplace was the Christmas tree, decked out in lavish ornaments, encircled
by presents still in their wrappings.  And at the base of the tree, on the
hardwood floor, were father and daughter, the former rabidly fucking the
latter's asshole.

   Eugene Sather was a well-built man.  At 40 years, he showed no signs of
aging, save for a few grey hairs on his head that betrayed him.  He was
still very fit, and how could he not be?  Pounding so hard into your 4 and
a half year old daughter was quite the workout.

   Kaylee Sather was a bit tall for her age, compared to other kiddies of
The Community.  Perhaps that's why she was able to take her Daddy's cock in
her ass up till the hilt, even at such a young age.  But she was miniscule
compared to her father.  Nicolas could see that it must've taken no small
amount of training for a girl so young to learn to accept a cock so large.
It reassured him that he made the right decision in bringing the boy here.
This was a couple that knew how to raise their children right.

   Kaylee was dressed in a cute little elf outfit.  There was the hat,
green shirt, red-and-white striped thigh-highs, the pointed shoes.  And of
course, no pants.  Her father under her was mostly undressed, safe for a
Santa hat and fake white beard, which bore a striking difference to his
full body of black hair.

   The girl was getting pummeled in reverse-cowgirl.  She was facing the
two that came up the steps, and her father could not see them from behind
her.  Her legs were spread to be near completely horizontal.  Her thigh did
not cover the fireplace from illuminating her pussy, which was on full
display for her guest.  Her little toes barely touched the hardwood floor,
and raised upwards off it every time her father rammed into her.  She was
breathing heavily, and her eyes, though open, seemed to see nothing that
was in front of her.  She was in a dick-induced daze.

   "Father Anderson has brought us a wonderful gift this Christmas Eve..."
Carla spoke so softly, without looking up towards them, instead cradling
the sleeping baby close in her hands.

   "Ahh!  Annnggg...  Thank you Father A-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

   Just as Kaylee started to collect herself and speak up, her father began
hammering upwards mercilessly.  The girl's head rolled back, and her words
turned to wails.  His heavyset sac whacked against her virgin pussy every
time with a resounding SLAP.

   "Ho Ho - Urngh!  - Ho!  If you want his 'present' in your little hole,
you'll have to wait till Santa's - HRRrr - done with it!!" Eugene bellowed,
making a voice in-character.

   The pounding had already been so audible that Nicolas heard it from
outside the front door.  Now, Kaylee's moans were so loud, he was sure the
neighbors could hear it.  Not that hearing a child getting rutted next door
was anything out of the ordinary for The Community.  Carla, for her part,
was unphased, her focus still on the boy in her arms.  Clearly what was
going on in front of her was nothing new.

   It was certainly new to Nicolas.  In his many years of service to The
Community, he'd seen many child holes get fucked, but never one so small
and so young, by such a large piece, and at such an alarming rate and
ferocity.  He wasn't sure what Eugene's intentions were.  Perhaps he was in
a rush to finish so that they could attend to their guest.  Maybe he wanted
to give his daughter a Christmas eve to remember, one that'd she'd be
feeling even for days afterwards.  Or, as is the most likely case given
Carla's reaction (or lack thereof rather), this really was what happened in
the Sather household every night.

   Whatever the case, Eugene didn't last much longer at this rate.  With
his final thrust he hilted into his daughter, his toes curling in as he
gripped her and shot his seed into her, where it belonged.  His hips raised
up, and his elevated body acted as a platform when Kaylee fell backwards
into him.  Both their tongues protruded and met.  Eugene held her tightly
with one arm; the other reached down to massage her undeveloped clit as his
cum painted her insides.

   For some time, father and daughter made out passionately.  There is no
time when a father feels closer to his daughter than while he's cumming
inside of her.  Though he did not have a child of his own, Nicolas knew
this; he did not want to interrupt them.

   It was Carla who finally turned her attention towards them.  "Eugene. 
Kaylee.  I want you two to meet the newest member of our family." Her tone
was both motherly and resolute.  Nicolas was somewhat shocked that she'd
said it was if this was a done decision, without needing her family's
input. Perhaps it was just the case that Carla wore the pants in this
family, and what mother says goes.

   Kaylee unlatched from her father's kiss and sat upright, his cock still
buried completely in her anus.  Her pussy lips sat directly above his
balls, and were not a fraction of the sac's width.  Moments ago the girl
was out of it, but one sentence from her mother seem to bring back her full
attention.  From her sitting position, her eyes widened at seeing what was
in her mother's hands.

   Eugene, himself coming to his senses, raised his head to the side to
look past his daughter.  Upon seeing Father Anderson, he hastily took off
his beard and Santa hat; it was apparent in him a sense of embarrasment and
guilt for what he'd said earlier.  He then sat up and wrapped his arms
around Kaylee, her head nestling back against his pectorals.  "Hello,
Father Anderson." He greeted his guest finally.  "It's good to see you."

   "Good to see you as well, Eugene." Nicolas smiled and tried to dispel
the awkwardness of the situation.  "Sorry to pop in unannounced."

   "You are always welcome in our house, Father." Eugene's attention turned
towards his wife.  He gripped Kaylee tighter, and his face was
expressionless.  He must've still been processing what was happening.

   "Dear, this is-" when Carla saw her husband looking at the baby she
began to address him, but then turned to the pastor.  "Father does the boy
have a name?"

   "Matthew," he hastily replied, a bit embarresed he didn't mention it
before.  "His name is Matthew."

   "Dear, this is Matthew."

   "Mommy!" the little girl's face lit up.  "Is he going to be my baby
brother??"

   Carla smiled warmly.  "Yes, sweetie.  He is."

   No sooner did Carla say this did Kaylee plant her feet on the floor, and
stood herself up.  The cock slid out of her asshole entirely, not erect
anymore but still rigid.  Good Lord, Nicolas thought to himself, now
getting a good look at it that it was not in motion.  It's almost as big as
her thigh.  How could she have handled having that whole thing inside of
her.

   Kaylee hastily made for her mother and their family's newest addition.
As she scampered forward, she left a trail of her father's cum dripping out
from under her.  Carla could see that her daugter wanted a better look, so
she sat down on the couch, and Kaylee hopped up onto it beside her. 
Nicolas decided to take a seat on the opposite couch, giving the family
some room.

   Eugene had thrown on a robe that was on the floor beside him.  We
wobbled onto the couch, his legs very clearly weary from that intense
workout.  He plopped down beside his wife, on the opposite edge of the
couch from his daughter.  Carla still held the baby in her arms, his head
towards her husband's side.  Eugene tilted his head to get a good look at
the boy.

   "Carla..." he whispered, maybe hoping Nicolas and Kaylee wouldn't hear
him.  "Are you sure about this?"

   "Eugene, our prayers have been answered." she responded to her husband
in a normal volume not worrying if the others heard.  "I've never been so
sure of anything in my life."

   "Mommy!" Kaylee spoke up, still infatuated with the way the baby looked.
"Where did Father Anderson find this baby?"

   "From outside our Community, dear." Carla answered.  "Matthew is an
orphan, and Father Anderson rescued him."

   "It is only the Lord who saves, ma'am," Nicolas interjected, finally
speaking up.  "I only try my best to do His works."

   "But, Father Anderson!  How did you know!" the girl turned to the pastor
and asked, genuinely astonished.

   "How did I know what, my child?"

   "Just today, I was sitting on Santa's lap!  And while he was inside me I
asked him for a baby brother!  I just didn't think I'd get one so soon!"

   Eugene laughed out loud at this.  "A-ha!  Ahh, look at that!  Father
Nicolas, you're a regular Saint!"

   Nicolas rubbed his belly in mock offense, "what, have I put on *that*
much weight??" The entire room filled with merry laughter.

   The girl turned back to her mother.  "Mommy, Mommy!  Can I hold him,
please!"

   "You will, Kaylee, in a moment.  First let your father hold him, OK?"

   "OK Mommy." she very obediently replied, not the least bit upset.

   "Honey, here." Carla gave the baby over to her husband.  "Get a good
look at your son," she said, as if he'd already agreed to this.

   Eugene took the boy in his hands with some reluctance.  His hands moved
along the baby's tiny body in search of the right places to hold him by. 
It was very clear that he'd not handled a child this small in quite some
time.  He was used to manhandling somewhat older children as he fucked
them, but not one as fragile as this.

   "Hey there big fella," he cooed as he brought him close into him.  "It's
nice to meet you."

   Baby Matthew's legs began squirming from under the blanket he was
wrapped in.  His little arms came up to his shoulders and were wiggling. 
His eyes didn't open, but his mouth did, and he let out the most pathetic
cry.

   "Oh, nono don't cry!" Eugene fretted.  "Was it something I said?" he
turned to the people around him for help.

   "Ah...  I'm terribly sorry about this everyone.  He must be quite
hungry. I haven't had the opportunity to give him anything for some time
now, I was in such a rush..." Nicolas let out.  "Carla, I was actually
hoping you could-"

   "Don't worry, Father." Carla stood up.  "I can handle this." Her hands
gripped the bottom of her sweater and she took it off, tossing it onto the
floor.  Her huge tits bounced into display, only contained by a sheer bra,
the color of which matched her earrings and heels.  It seemed she always
intended to take it off at some point tonight.  She strutted over to
Nicolas, and turned around so that her perfectly sculptured ass was in his
face.  She gave him just a brief moment to admire it, before she squatted
down onto the pastor's lap.  "Would you mind, Father?"

   "Not at all!" Nicolas' hands were already unhooking her bra by the time
he replied.  It was something he learned how to do, specifically for such
an occasion.  He seldomly needed to do this when he himself made love. 
After all, underage girls never wore a bra.

   When she was freed from the straps, Carla chucked her bra onto the floor
on top of the sweater.  "Thank you, Father." she said as she stood up from
his lap, her bare back complementing her wide hips.  She flicked her hair
to one side of her shoulder as she strutted back to the opposing couch
confidently.  She turned round and sat back in her original place, and
Father Anderson got a good look at both delectable breasts she had been
endowed by God.  Dissimilar to her husband's handling before her, Carla
took the crying baby back into her arms effortlessly.  It must've been a
natural maternal instinct, Nicolas thought to himself.

   Matthew found his source of food in no time.  Without even needing to
open his eyes, his mouth latched onto Carla's nipple, his head pointing to
Kaylee.  The girl leaned over to try and get a better look.  Maybe she'd
have even grabbed the free breast for herself were it on her side. 
Children in The Community never really stopped nursing at their mothers'
breasts until the very late teens, and sometimes not even then.  And given
that women in The Community freely breastfed other children in addition to
their own, no mother's breasts would ever run dry.  This is how Nicolas was
so sure he could rely on Carla to feed the boy once he arrived.

   Carla noticed her daughter's fidgeting.  It was evident she needed
something to suck on, the way she enviously looked at this baby boy. 
"Kaylee, sweetie, Father Anderson's had a tiring journey, out in the cold
for so long.  Would you be a good girl and warm him up please."

   "OK Mommy!" Kaylee slithered off the couch and made her way to the
opposite one, where Nicolas sat.  He had already felt himself becoming hard
while Carla teased him.  And now, seeing this innocent toddler approach him
with such enthusiasm, we went from semi-erect to rock hard all at once. 
Perhaps this was Carla's plan from the beginning.

   Nicolas spread his legs as Kaylee knelt down between them.  She took off
her little elf hat, and tossed it into the pile with her mother's bra and
sweater.  Father Nicolas simply spread his arms back on the couch, and
admired the way this girl undid his fly.  Children were truly a blessing,
and getting to see them behave the way that God intended, unrepressed by
the outside society, was something he was thankful for every day.

   When the pastor's manhood emerged, Kaylee took a moment to admire it. 
It wasn't nearly the size of her father's, but a girl should worship a
man's cock no matter the size.  This was something Nicolas preached from
the pulpit every Sunday.

   The toddler had no problem deepthroating it.  Nicolas rested his head
back on the couch, and breathed a deep sigh as she went to work.  Nicolas
believed that being a man of God doesn't prevent you from appreciating the
finer things in this wordly life.  And nothing's better at helping you
relax after a long, difficult mission than having a child service your
cock.

   Speaking of said mission, Nicolas was curious as to how the family was
coming along.  He opened his eyes, and saw Carla completely at peace, the
infant nursing at her breast lavishly.  Eugene was appreciating this as
well.  He was holding his wife by the shoulder with one hand.  With the
other, he'd pulled the bottom of his robe to the side, and was jerking his
cock.  Wait, how could it be, Nicolas scrutinized, Eugene was somehow fully
erect once again.  After going at it with his daughter so vigorously just
minutes ago.  After cumming inside of her so much.  Nicolas saw on the
empty side of the opposite couch, an entire pool of cum that must've leaked
out of the girl's well-fucked asshole.  After cumming so much...  how could
any man be hard again so soon?  Nicolas took this to be none other than a
miracle.  The Providential Hand of God, giving this father the ability to
care for his new child.

   It seemed Nicolas was not the only one in awe of this.  He'd felt the
slurps at his crotch getting in less and less deep, and he looked down to
see that Kaylee was looking behind her, her fellatio becoming less and less
devoted, only taking about half of it into her mouth at a time now. 
Nicolas felt bad for distracting her from her family.  He half thought to
let her go, but he didn't want to rob her of all the heavenly rewards she
was earning for this good deed.  And little girls must learn that their
first priority should be to service the man visiting the household.  Still,
he felt pity on her.  That's when he got an idea.

   "Michaela," he leaned down and addressed the girl by her full Christian
name.  She faced forward at him and sunk her mouth down fully once again
immediately, embarrased that she'd been caught slacking in her blowjob. 
"You know what," Nicolas continued, "your mouth is really helping me warm
up.  But I know a place that would be even warmer for me.  Would you let me
put my thingy inside of you?"

   Kaylee popped off his cock.  Without saying a word in reply, her little
arms grabbed up on his lap as she climbed onto it.  Nicolas grabbed her by
the waist, and spun her around, placing her back to his chest.  The balls
of her feet rested on her knees.  He placed his chin on her shoulder, and
whispered in her ear.  "How's the view from here, little missy?" Again, the
girl said nothing.  Her gaze was fixated on her mother nursing the baby
boy, and on her father's stiff erection.  That was all the answer he
needed. It was time to fuck this little girl.

   Perhaps having noticed the slurping noises had stopped, Carla look
towards the two.  "Kaylee," she beckoned, "why don't you do come and do it
over here." She padded the free seat on the couch beside her.  The
considerate mother knew what her daughter wanted.  But she also knew, like
Nicolas knew, how important it was for Kaylee to perform her
responsibilities.

   Nicolas didn't mind either way.  In fact, he welcomed the invitation. 
It would be a chance to fuck the girl with his chest to hers as opposed to
her back.  To his surprise, that seemed to not be what Kaylee herself had
in mind.  She got onto the other couch before he did, and then she
proceeded to lie down on her mother's lap, her body directly below her new
baby brother's.  When she flexibly raised one of her legs up the back of
the couch and let the other droop down off of it, Nicolas realized she was
becking him to fuck her in this position.  As both of her parents'
attention went back to the baby, they didn't seem to mind.

   When Nicolas stood up, he paused for a moment to admire this family
together.  Looking at Carla's eyes, you couldn't tell that the baby she
looked upon so lovingly didn't come from her own womb.  The way Eugene
stroked himself, not out of lust, but love, for this boy, showed that all
doubts in his heart were quelled.  Kaylee was now hugging Matthew from
beneath him, like he was her teddy bear.  For some nights, he likely would
be, since the couple didn't have a bed for him yet.  And then, before you
know it, the two children would become teenagers, and Matthew would be the
one holding Kaylee in his arms and fucking her lovingly, as if she was his
own biological sister.  The thought brought peace to Anderson's heart, and
blood to his cock, because nothing is hotter than watching a nuclear family
make love to each other.

   Deciding to not leave Kaylee waiting any longer, Nicolas straddled up to
the place that Carla had invited him to, neverminding cumstains on the
seat. He sat facing the family, sideways on the couch.  He leaned over
Kaylee, and between the two were Carla's breasts and Matthew suckling at
them.  He'd been stroking himself all this time, but he would've never
gotten flaccid anyway, watching family love unfold like this.

   "Kaylee, baby, are you lubed enough?" Carla checked before things got
underway.

   "Mmhmm!  I got Mister Anderson really, really wet!" This was true.  Her
sloppy blowjob left his penis practically dripping in her spit.

   "But are *you* wet enough sweetie?" the mother clarified concernedly. 
"Let me see."

   Kaylee raised her pelvis up, so that her pussy and anus were pointing
upwards.  Carla leaned her head over the baby at her chest to get a good
look.  From where he was, Nicolas could see as well.  The girl's open,
thoroughly-used asshole stood in stark contrast to the pristine, virgin
pussy next to it.  You could see down into the blackness of her asshole
quite a bit, and the walls of it were still coated in sperm and lubricant.

   Still, Carla was an overly precautious mother.  With her mouth directly
above her daughter's asshole, she let a large wad of her spit dribble down
into it.  "There," she confirmed as it fell into place.  "Now you're all
ready for Father Anderson."

   When Carla leaned her head back again, Kaylee lowered her hips down into
place.  Carla turned back to Matthew, and Kaylee to Nicolas.  "You can come
inside me now, Father."

   He took hold of her leg that was nearest him and kissed her little toes,
which were no bigger than the size of tictacs.  "Bless you, child," Nicolas
prayed on her, "you offer your holes to the weary traveler selflessly.  May
the Lord bless these holes," he put his other hand on her pussy, "and this
one, so that you may bear your father's children."

   At this Carla nuzzled her head into her husband's shoulder, and his arm
that was on her shoulder held her tighter.  "Amen," said Carla, followed by
her husband who said the same.  She seemed love the idea of her daughter
bearing more children for her husband than she did.  Such a thing was not
unheard of in The Community, and in fact some mothers took pride in it.

   As Kaylee said an Amen herself, Nicolas entered her.  He had no trouble
getting inside her; the lube, cum, and spit allowed him to slip inside
unopposed, and she'd already been stretched out from getting fucked for
years by a cock bigger than his.

   Due to his position, Nicolas could only move slowly, wanting not to
shake baby Matthew as he suckled.  He hadn't cum in days, though, and
despite this leisurely pace, he felt himself edging very close to orgasm.
It didn't help that Kaylee was still so cutely infatuated with her little
baby brother above her.  She was petting him from below as she was getting
slow-pounded.  As far as she was concerned, having an adult be inside of
you as you did your own thing was to be expected of all children.

   Apparently having had his fill of breastmilk, Matthew dozed off.  It
wasn't surpsrising to Father Anderson; the two had had quite an adventure
together.  The baby boy fell asleep with his new mother's nipple still in
his mouth, and milk ran out the side of his mouth until it seeped all the
way down and dripped onto his big sister's face.  She adjusted herself a
bit so she could catch it in her mouth instead.

   Carla slowly pulled Matthew off her nipple, and Kaylee's arms shot up.
She wanted to hold him.  Carla obliged; she slowly lowered the baby onto
her daughter's chest, laying him down directly on top of her.  Nicolas
slowed his lovemaking down to a snail's pace.  Matthew's head rested
beneath Kaylee's chin, and the bottom of the blanket did not even reach her
pussy.  Once he was laid, Kaylee's arms wrapped around him and she squeezed
him tightly, like he was her doll.

   "Father Anderson?"

   "Yes, my child"

   "Thank you sooo much for bringing me such a cute baby brother.  I love
him."

   That was it.  Nicolas couldn't hold it in any longer.  His cock was
barely even moving, but those words from this adorable little girl were
enough to turn his days-long dry spell into several thick, hot gobs of
sperm that rocketed outwards into her.  The scene was too cute for him to
have held it in any longer.  Her elf outfit and the baby's fluffy blanket
wrapping.  How both of their lips were overflowing with their mother's
milk. How Kaylee held him, having only known him for a few minutes, yet
instantly loving him as if he'd come from the same womb.  After shooting
into her like a geyser, Nicolas pulled out and jerked himself, wanting to
decorate her pussy lips with the last few strands, but nothing came out. 
She'd drained him bonedry, with just one sentence.

   Nicolas rested back onto the arm of the couch.  Once his breathing
relaxed, the only thing that could be heard in that living room was
Matthew's adorable little snores.  Kaylee had burrowed her nose into the
back of his head.  Carla was relaxing her head on Eugene's shoulders.  And
Eugene himself was still doing what he was doing when he first sat down:
looking down at his new son, and jerking himself.  After a few minutes, he
broke the silence.

   "Father Anderson, words can't describe how indebted we are you to for
bringing us this child.  And on top of that you've spent your Christmas eve
with us and came inside our daughter.  After all that, Father, I hope you
don't mind me asking another favor of you..."

   "Ahh, the Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve!  Please, ask
me anything.  If it is within my power I will gladly give it."

   "Father, would you perform our son's baptism for us?"

   "It would be my pleasure!  I will make all the necessary arrangements.
Once you decide on a date, perhaps your family could handle the
invitations-"

   "No." Eugene shook his head.  "I mean, would you baptise Matthew now?  I
want to take him as my son.  Tonight."

   "Well, now..." Nicolas rubbed the stubble on his chin.  "This is all
highly unorthodox..." The entire family was looking at him now, pleadingly.
Even Kaylee.  "But what the hey.  The father's sperm is the only one that's
necessary for baptism."

   What Nicolas was referring to was the way in which baptisms were
performed in The Community.  It'd usually be at the Church, and mainly
involve the child's relatives.  Male family and a priest consecrate the
child by surrounding him on an altar and jerking over his small body until
sacred cum coats him all over.  Another priest gives a sermon on child love
and the glory of incest.  Once the child is baptized the altar boys are
invited over to lick all the spent cocks clean, while any of the church
members are welcome to come up and take licks off the baby.  Unforunately,
Matthew had no male biological relatives.  Since Eugene was his father now,
his sperm would have to suffice.

   The family was elated.  Eugene reached down to pick up the baby from
Kaylee's arms.  All of a sudden, he seemed perfectly comfortable handling
him.  Fatherly insincts were kicking in, perhaps.

   Kaylee sat up in her mother's lap.  "Daddy, are we gonna do it right
now??" Kaylee asked excitedly.

   "That's right, honey." Eugene said as he patted the sleeping baby's
head. "Come, let's go sit by the fireplace where it's warmer."

   Kaylee hurriedly jumped off to sit in front of the fireplace first, and
her father gently got up after her with the baby in tow.  Nicolas, knowing
he would be needed for the ceremony, was about to get up.  But before he
could, Carla grabbed his face and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

   "I wanted to thank you too, Father." she said to him, still caressing
his face in her hands.  "Out of all the families in The Community, you
brought Matthew to us."

   "It is only The Lord that has brought this child here tonight, Carla."

   "Well, even so," she smiled, knowing he'd say that.  "We are in your
debt.  If you ever want to try for a child of your own, let me know." She
said with a wink.

   Carla stood up, took Nicolas by the hand, and led him to the fireplace,
where daddy and daughter were seated, with Matthew in his hands and Kaylee
leaning over him intently.  Eugene was slowly removing the layers of
blankets that covered the baby, like he was unwrapping a Christmas present.

   Carla sat to the Kaylee's side, facing them, and had Nicolas sit down
behind her.  She brought his arms in from behind her and made him hold her
by the waist.  She even planted one of his hands on her still-open breasts,
which Nicolas grasped and handled firmly.  He recited to himself the verse
of taking the bountiful fruits of this world, and giving thanks to God.

   Once her mother was sitting beside her, Kaylee turned to her and asked,
"Mommy, where's Matthew's real mom?  Will she want to come visit him
sometime?"

   Both of Carla's hands shot up to her heart, making Nicolas hold her
tighter.  "Oh, Kaylee..." she cried.

   Nicolas looked at the girl over her mother's shoulder.  "Kaylee,
Matthew's parents are with God now.  Your parents have so graciously agreed
to take care of him until he's reunited with them."

   "But..." Kaylee turned again to Matthew, who was now in only a diaper.
"Won't his Daddy want to be inside of him, while he's still a baby?"

   "Don't you worry, sweetie," Eugene patted his daughter's thigh.  "Much
more than for our own pleasure, we Daddies enter inside our children for
their sake, so that they can grow up healthy.  I'm sure that, as long as
Matthew is being taken care of, his parents will be happy.  In fact, they
will be watching him grow up with us..." Eugene leaned into his daughter
until he was nose-to-nose with her, "and I'll be sure to pound this boy
*extra* hard so that they can hear me all the way from Heaven."

   A smile grew on Kaylee's face and she became wide-eyed.  Carla gushed at
this sentiment from her husband.  Nicolas, for his part, was perplexed.  He
didn't think it was physically possible to pound a child any harder than
Eugene was pounding Kaylee when he first arrived earlier tonight.

   "Here, Kaylee.  Do you remember how to remove the diaper?"

   "I can try, Daddy!" she replied excitedly.  This was a skill all older
children in The Community needed to learn.  And not just to change their
baby siblings; often times they'd be removing it to fuck them.

   Eugene turned the boy so that his side was facing up, and he was facing
Kaylee.  On that up-facing side was the velcro strap for the diaper, which
Kaylee undid, and then Eugene pulled it off.  When the newborn's tiny
little cock was freed, Kaylee became astonished.

   "Daddy look look!  He's sooo smaaaalll!!" Kaylee handled it gently
between her fingers.

   "Well, he's still a baby after all, Kaylee." Eugene patted her shoulder.
"But don't you worry.  Even though he's younger than you, it'll reach the
back of your throat in no time."

   Upon hearing this Kaylee leaned in and gave the head a little kiss, then
a lick.  Then, she opened her mouth wide and devoured both the baby's
miniscule cock and balls in her mouth in one go.  She sucked for a bit,
before slowly letting it all slide out her mouth.  She sat upright once
more, a trail of spit leading from the infant's cock to his sister's mouth.
"Mmmm...  I can't wait, Daddy."

   Eugene smiled.  "Ohhh I can't wait either..." he said as he turned
Matthew onto his belly.  His tiny baby ass looked so adorable; the
asscheeks appeared to blend into the baby fat of his thighs.  With a single
hand, Eugene spread his son's ass, exposing a hole the size of a birthmark.
The father bent down and smooched it, lapping up the taste a few times. 
"Mmm..."

   "Oh, oh Daddy can I taste him?  Pleaaaaase"

   "Kaylee, don't be greedy!" Carla said sternly.  "Remember, Christmas is
about giving.  Give your father a minute to taste his son before asking
some for yourself!"

   "Nono, it's alright." Eugene beamed.  "Go ahead, sweetie."

   Kaylee puckered her lips into the tightest O she could manage.  She
leaned down between the baby's asscheeks that her dad spread for her, and
planted a loud, sucking smooch onto her baby brother's anus.  When she
pulled back, she exclaimed, "Daddy, he's so tiny!  Are you sure you can get
inside of him??"

   Eugene chuckled.  "Believe it or not, Kaylee, you were once this tiny
too!  Actually, wait, I take that back," the father recounted, "you were
never quite *this* small; you were always tall for your age.  Well, no
matter how small he is, I'm going to try my best to get inside of him, once
the time is right.  All it takes it that first...  firm...  push...." he
enunciated as he penetrated the boy's anus with his finger.

   Kaylee smiled.  "Because you're his daddy now, right, Daddy?"

   "That's right, princess.  Or at least, I will be soon.  We better get
this ceremony underway." Eugene carried Matthew's tiny, naked body over
Kaylee and handed the boy to Carla, who took him into her chest.  She
turned him around so that he'd be facing Eugene.  Matthew was awake now,
fidgeting a bit, but not causing too much of a fuss.  He must've drank
enough milk to feed an entire kindergarden just now.

   "Let us know when you are prepared to consecrate your child, Eugene. 
And then I will begin the baptism." Father Anderson said to the father,
still holding his wife's breasts in his hands.

   Eugene shuffled forward to face his son, his cock directly in front of
the baby.  He had already been stroking himself for some time, and his cock
was still rock solid.  However, after jerking it rigorously a bit, Eugene
shook his head defeatedly.  "I- I can't.  I'm not there yet..."

   "Kaylee," Carla beckoned to her daughter with her head, still holding
Matthew in both her hands.

   The little girl didn't need to be told any more than that.  She knew
what she had to do.  She sauntered up to sit between her father and her
brother, facing the former.  She got up on her knees, and put her hands
behind her back.  She then opened her mouth wide.

   Eugene grabbed the toddler by the back of her head and immediately began
to throatfuck her.  God be praised, how many miracles can a man witness in
one night, Father Anderson thought to himself.  He didn't even think it was
physically possible for a 4 year old to get her jaw wide enough to
deepthroat, let alone be facefucked.

   Once again, Carla's attention had turned to the little boy in her hands.
She was leaning her head down and whispering something in his ear.  Nicolas
couldn't hear what it was over Kaylee's choking, she clearly intended it
only to be heard by her son.  And God.

   "I'm - HRNG - cloooose...  Father, start the....  UHNGH.." Eugene
shouted so he could be heard over his daughter's gagging.

   Father Anderson began the ceremony.

   Hear also these words from Holy Scripture: There is one body and one
Spirit, just as you were called to the one hope of your calling, one Lord,
one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is above all and
through all and in all...

   Eugene pulled out of Kaylee's throat.  He raised himself up so that his
cock reached over her head, and her balls were in her face.  Carla, knowing
what was coming, covered Matthew's mouth and nose with her hand.  She was
just in time, as strand after strand of blessed semen flew over Kaylee's
head and onto the boy's face, some of it even hitting the back of Carla's
hand.

   But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to
become children of God,

   Nicolas reached around Carla's back and felt for Matthew's head.  He
nabbed some cum that was on the baby's body onto his fingertips.  As he
continued the service, he painted a cross on Matthew's head: first running
a strand of cum from his forehead down his nose, then another across the
baby's eyebrows.

   who were born, not of blood or of the will of the flesh or of the will
of man, but of God.

   Nicolas grabbed the cum that had fallen on Carla's hands.  With his
other hand, he reached down to the baby's tiny ballsac, and lifted it.  He
then burrowed the cum into the boy's anus as deep as it could go.

   "Matthew Sather, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and
the Holy Spirit.  Amen."

   "FUU- UHHh- -Amen!!" Eugene sighed, still jerking himself.  He was well
worn out; the last few strands of cum fell in Kaylee's hair.

   "Amen." the little girl said, bowing her head.

   Once Father Nicolas pulled his arms away, Carla held up her new son to
her, and turned him around to face her.  "Amen." She gave him a kiss on the
lips, and then placed him on her shoulder, hugging him tightly.  "Welcome
home, Matthew."