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 Title: Daddy's Girls, A Christmas Story

   Summary: An older father, Nick, has a wife with daddy issues, three
loving daughters, and a grandniece who is more of a daughter to him than a
niece.  This Christmas, they're going to show him just how much he means to
them.
Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,young,hot





   The Family

   Gathered around my Thanksgiving table were a collection of
multigenerational beauties, as different in appearance as snowflakes on the
wind.  I'm at the head of my table, and you might think that I'm the
grandfather of these women, but I'm not, I'm the husband of one, the lucky
father of others, the caring uncle to one, granduncle to another, and the
brother-in-law of another.

   And then there's my brother, sitting opposite me on the far end of the
table.

   I'm a sixty-five-year-old man who can pass for a forty-five-year-old man
who looks like a fifty-five-year-old man.  My energy level belongs to a man
half my age plus ten years.  I lift weights, not heavy, but many reps: it
keeps me straight up and down.  I have a regal, finely chiseled face that
gives me a kingly sophistication when I grow out my beard, which was now
snow-white in color.  My eyes were blue and piercing, James Bond-like, but
my wife describes them as big and beautiful.  Agree to disagree, I say.

   My name was Christopher Nichols, but I answer to Nick most of the time.

   To my right was my wife, Eve.  She's twenty-three years my junior and a
mixed beauty, her blood coming from all over Europe and Asia.  Her smooth,
olive skin shines from decades of daily lotion therapy, typically applied
by my hands.  The darkness of her short hair and soft skin causes her blue
eyes to shine within her delicately sculpted face.

   "I love you," I mouthed to her as I stood with my glass of water raised
for a toast.

   "Hurry."

   That sound comes from Noelle, my eldest daughter.  She's twenty, shares
her mother's silky black hair, though Noelle's had frosted blonde tips. 
She's close in height with her mother, but leaner, with smaller breasts and
a more athletically toned frame.  Noelle had my light skin, tanned to a
sun-gold.  She was smiling, and her green eyes shine innocently, despite
the rushed tone she used to urge me on.  I think she wants a sip of the
wine that we allow her at dinner.

   Belle sat to Noelle's left.  She's my middle daughter of nineteen years,
whose name reflects the beauty that she was.  Her hair was long and
lustrous as if spun from some mystical midnight silk.  I don't think a comb
had ever tangled in her hair.  Everything about Belle was perfect, from her
creamy white skin that had never seen a blemish, to her big, doe-like green
eyes that compliment her warm smile and musical way of speaking.

   Across from Belle sat Faith, my moody, dark, and mysterious
eighteen-year-old.  She had olive, bordering on caramel, and she had a
South Asian appearance reminiscent of her mother.  Her hair was long and
black as well, streaked with crimson, and swept to the right with the left
side shaved.  She wore a nose ring that sparkled because it was a diamond,
and she had two dermal piercing on her lower back as well.  If I overheard
correctly, she had a pair of barbells through her nipples.  I hoped that I
didn't hear that correctly.

   They were my wife and daughters, but joining us for the holidays was my
brother Eddie and his family.  His wife, Sasha, sat to his right.  She had
kind eyes and a lovely smile, as does their daughter, Kyla, who lost her
husband many years ago.  Unlike me, Eddie was a grandfather, but
unfortunately, Eddie and Sasha moved out of the state years ago, while
their daughter lives close to me, leaving me as the father-figure in my
grandniece's life.

   Anya was my grandniece, but she's more of a fourth daughter.  She was
eighteen, a week younger than Faith, and her father's people were from
Kazakhstan, which gave her a Far East appearance.  She's like a jewel
plucked from Astana's rarest collection.  Her hazel eyes were penetrating,
but her sparkling smile offsets that intimidating gaze.

   That's my family, and they watched me and listened to me as I ended my
toast with, "Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.  As always, I'm thankful that
everyone is here because family comes first."

   The younger girls decided to go out after dinner, dressing in clothing I
find too revealing for them, but it's the kind of clothing Eve wears when
we go out.  I don't mind that.  At my age, having a woman on my arm that's
twenty-three years younger than me was a boost to my ego.

   The rest of us sat relaxing in my backyard that ends on the edge of a
hilltop with a great view of the city lights in the distance.  Everyone was
drinking wine but for me.  I enjoy a dram of blended Irish whiskey now and
then, typically Jameson, but I'm not fussy.

   We were sitting in oversized cuddle chairs with fanned backs and comfy
cushions.  Eve was against my side, while Eddie and Sasha lay within each
other's arms, and Kyla was by herself.  She looked lonely huddled beneath
her blanket with a glass of wine as her only company.  The chairs circled a
white stone fire pit, and its hypnotic flames reminded me of colorfully
dressed, Bollywood dancers.

   "We have a favor to ask you," Eddie said after the girls had gone, and
our conversation had died down.

   "Ask away," I said.

   "Anya still doesn't want to go with us to London."

   "What kind of girl doesn't want to go to London?" I asked.

   "The kind that's been there before," Eve said, "and doesn't want to
party with her mother and grandparents."

   Everyone laughed.

   "We're hoping that she can stay with you," Eddie said.

   Kyla coughed.  "She's eighteen, I know, and I love her, but I don't
trust her alone in my house."

   "I could check on her," I offered.  "The girls can stay with her."

   Everyone laughed.

   "What?" I asked.

   "They aren't kids anymore." Eve patted my arm as she said this.  "They
won't be eating pizza and playing with makeup and dolls.  It's going to be
parties and alcohol and grown men."

   "Maybe that's a good idea," I said.  "They could use a boyfriend or two.
Maybe we shouldn't have sent them to Embry Academy, that all girls thing,
you know?  We get them on the weekends, but still."

   More laughter followed my words.

   "So, she can stay with you?" Eddie asked.

   "Of course," Even said.  "Nick would be thrilled to have her."

   "You don't need to ask," I said.  "We've given Anya her own room here."

   "It's settled then," Eve mumbled.  I looked down at her, recognizing the
tone of her voice.  It was something that I had been waiting for since
after dinner: sadness.  It always came right after our Thanksgiving feast.

   A few hours later, we said goodbye to my brother, sister-in-law, and
niece.  The girls were still out, but since Belle was driving and they were
not of legal drinking age, our concern was minimal.  Besides, a quick text
let us know that they would be on their way home within the hour.

   "Give me a few minutes before you come to bed," Eve said when our family
left.  She was more than tipsy.  I watched her walk upstairs with slow,
methodical strides like someone marching toward some daunting task.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Comforting Eve

   I waited for Eve to reach the second-floor landing before I went to the
kitchen and poured myself a shot of Jameson Irish whiskey.  I sipped it for
ten minutes while I gave Eve time to settle into her haunted memories.

   When I entered my room, Eve had changed into a short, black, transparent
nighty with silk trim and nothing else: no panties and no bra.  She was
sitting on her side of the bed with her legs crossed.  The lamp on her
nightstand bathed her in a honey-gold nimbus that struggled to keep the
shadows at bay.  In her folded legs sat an old photo album filled with
ghosts.  She smiled at me when I entered the room.

   "Are you going to get naked for me?" Eve asked, her tone soft while her
liquor-filmed eyes matched the subtleness on her lips.

   "It's my favorite thing to do," I said.

   I slowly stripped off my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my salt
and pepper chest hairs and the treasure trail that ran down my flat stomach
and into my pants.  My shoes and socks followed, then my slacks and gray
boxer briefs, leaving me naked for my wife's eyes to admire.

   "I like that," Eve said.  Her tongue slid between her full lips, and
then her eyes fell back to her photo album.

   I joined my wife on the bed, my cock swelling to semi-hardness as I slid
next to her.  I have a steady prescription for Viagra, but the truth was
that I didn't need them as often as my wife and I led our doctor to
believe. We wanted them, but Eve was more than enough woman to keep my cock
thinking it's still in its twenties.

   "I miss him," Eve said.  She uncrossed her legs and stretched them
outward as I put my right arm around her waist and my left hand on her
right knee.

   "I miss him too," I said, looking down at the man who had been my best
friend and Eve's father.

   I rubbed the top of her right thigh as Eve touched her daddy's pictures.
I knew that my wife had daddy issues -"I'm old enough to be her father
-"but there was something wrong with everyone nowadays.  Most people take
pills for their pain, but when Eve's grief threatens to overcome her as it
does every year before December, she turns to sex, and I'm there for her as
a loving, understanding husband.

   "You know, but you don't understand," Eve said.  The scent of wine
lingered beneath the mintiness of her breath.

   I moved my hand to her left leg, pulling the limb toward me.  Eve let me
spread her thighs while she stared at her father's pictures.  I knew that
she was drifting between two worlds as I did this: the one that hurt and
the one that wanted me to fuck her pain away.

   "I was just discovering the real him when he died," Eve whispered.

   I rubbed the inside of her left thigh, drawing the infinity symbol
across her smoothness in ever-rising loops as I crawled closer to her
familiar warmth.  Goosebumps rose across her flesh, and she opened her
right leg wider, giving me access to the deeper treasures between her
thighs.

   "Mm," Eve hummed as I touched her.

   Heat radiated from her pussy, washing the tips of my fingers in warmth
the further upward they traveled.  My cock was waking up, stretching, and
swelling with blood and the anticipation of sliding between my wife's silky
folds.

   Eve lowered her left hand to my prick, circling her fingers around my
shaft, her grip pulsating over my thickening member.  I released a deep
moan as my cock came to full life, surging forward with blood as she
stroked me while staring at her father's pictures.

   My hands flowed from her inner thigh to her outer labia, the soft, bare
pussy lips yielding to the pressure of my fingers.  I love how her darker
skin contrasts with the pink between her parted lips.

   "Ah," Eve moaned as my middle finger slid between her silky curtains.

   "Put the album down," I said while I pushed her delicate folds open. 
"Let me help you forget."

   "Please," Eve whispered.  "Uncle Nick." A tear fell from her cheek,
shattering against my forearm into several beads of sadness.  Eve put her
album on the nightstand and stretched her body across our bed, causing the
hem of her nighty to rise, and leaving her body naked from the middle of
her stomach on down.

   I've known my wife for a very long time, but I'm not her uncle.  Uncle
Nick was her affectionate nickname for me when her father and I were
friends.  It wasn't until after we became close that she dropped the
"Uncle" form my name, but even that took time.  Now she only calls me that
when I'm bossy or when she needs to feel the familiar comfort of a past
that was no longer there.

   I looked upon her mound, covered by a dense, inverted triangle of black
hair that she manicured with extreme precision.  In her twenties, she had
been bare, and in her thirties, she had grown a landing strip that
thickened as the years went by, but everything below her mound was smooth
to the touch.  I found her change in styles over the years sexy, a sensual
ripening that caused my mind to feel more comfortable with my own aging
body as Father Time altered parts of me beyond my ability to control.

   I moved between Eve's legs, sliding my body over her, and dragging my
cock against her leg until my mouth hovered above her pubis.  I kissed her
mound, the short hairs prickling my tongue and causing my saliva to flow. I
brushed my hand along her inner thigh and forced her legs further apart.

   "Ooh," Eve moaned when I ran my hand over her pussy, petting her
softness.

   I took a deep breath of her scent, letting her thick aroma fill my lungs
and drive my hunger forward.  I flicked my tongue out, whipping it across
her clit with the precision of a viper-strike.  Eve brought her knees up
and twisted her hips in a circle, rolling her pussy against my mouth.  I
sunk my tongue into her shallow divide, parting her walls with up and down
licks that pulled her cream into my mouth.

   I pushed on the bottom of Eve's thighs, and she grabbed the backs of her
knees, holding herself open for me, lewdly spreading her cunny for my
tongue.  I ran my right middle finger along the seam of her nether lips,
delving just beyond their threshold as I placed my left fingers on her
mound, thumb on her clit and circled her swollen pearl with varying degrees
of pressure.

   "Oh, Uncle Nick," Eve moaned, rolling her pelvis up and down, causing my
finger to slide through her wet slot.  "Give me your tongue.  I want you
-"ooh," she gasped as I thrust my middle finger deep into her hole with one
long push.

   "So tight for me," I moaned into her pussy, her rich, thick scent
flowing into my body as her cream dripped from her small opening.  I licked
her inner lips while I stroked my finger into her, touching every nook and
crannies hidden within her pink depths.

   "Yeah, oh yeah," Eve whimpered.  I thrust my finger into her faster, and
I stacked my forefinger above my middle, giving her pussy two digits to
worry about.  I turned them from stacked to side-by-side, pushing in and
pulling out with fast, jabbing pussy-strokes.

   "Mm," I said as I slurped her honey from her hole.  I licked her twat a
few more times before moving my tongue to her clit.

   "God, oh fucking god," Eve sang, trying to feed me as much of her pussy
as she could by rocking her cunny against my mouth.

   My aching cock rubbed against the bed's comforter.  I needed a warm, wet
hole to soothe the pressure building in my balls and along my shaft.  "I
need you," I said, crawling quickly up my wife's body.

   Eve groaned when I took fingers and tongue away from her snatch, but
that was followed by a loud, "Oomph," as the head of my prick spread the
juicy lips of her pussy and my thick shaft filled her slippery tunnel.

   "Fuck me," Eve grunted, hooking her legs behind my thighs and wrapping
her arms around my neck.

   I held myself up by my arms, planting my palms on the bed, pride roaring
through me as my muscles bulged despite my age.  I humped my ass up and
down, poking my cock into her little cum-slot with long strokes, attacking
her from different angles so I could rub every inch of her inner wetness
with my stiffness.

   Our headboard rocked against the wall as I pumped my wife's pussy
faster, showing her what this old man could do.  Her grunting came in
quick, short bursts every time I hit bottom, while her eyes locked with
mine, desperation lighting them as I brought her closer to coming.

   "Give it to me," Eve begged.  "Please, give it to me, Uncle Nick."

   "There you go," I grunted as my balls slapped against her ass.  "Take
Evie, take it."

   "Yeah, oh fuck yeah." Eve's lower bottom lip trembled, and her face
scrunched up as she glared at me.  Her nipples poked hard against her
rumpled nighty.  "Nick, Nick, I'm going to come, going to -"fuck!"

   Eve came, coming on my cock as her pussy walls clutched my shaft,
sucking and slurping the length of my meat.  I lost control as she drenched
me in her nectar, and I came, dropping onto her body and hugging her tight
as my feet dug at the bed, trying to force my cock deeper into her muff. 
We strained together, gasping and moaning, and coming.  I never wanted the
moment to end.

   But it had to, and I slid to the side, sighing loudly.  I closed my eyes
as I lay next to her, reaching over to cup her pussy and slip my middle
finger into her slimy, wet slit.  She spread herself for me as I started
finger-fucking her twat.  Wet slapping sounds filled the room.  My palm
spanked her clit with each inward thrust, and Eve cried out, "Finger me,
finger-fuck your cum into my pussy.  Give me another baby."

   Eve came again, clamping her legs together and trapping my hand.  She
held onto my wrist as she turned her hips and ground her pussy against my
fingers, sobbing, "Uncle Nick." She let go as she regained control, turning
to me and breathing hard.  She said, "I want you in my mouth."

   Oh boy.  I lay back, closed my eyes, and let my wife lick her tongue up
and down my shaft, cleaning our blended juices from my member.  She bobbed
her head, getting loud and messy as spit dripped from the corners of her
lips down to my balls.  When I came, she swallowed all of me.

   When I rose sometime later, I don't know how long; I was surprised to
find the bedroom door open.  Had I left it open?  Had Eve left and came
back while I slept?  I couldn't remember.  Eve was awake, and she was
looking at her album again, but she was no longer crying.

   "Everything okay?" I asked as I closed the door.  "At least the girls
aren't home yet." I listened, but our walls were thick for a reason.

   Eve looked at me.  She smiled, shook her head, and went back to her
pictures.

   "I want you to grow your beard out," Eve said.  "I want you to have a
regal Santa's beard this year."

   "What for?" I asked as I got back into bed, still naked.

   "You're going to play Santa this year." Eve turned to a new page. 
"Dad's final heart attack hit while he was playing Santa, remember?"

   I put my hand on her thigh, near her knee, and squeezed.

   Okay," I told her.  "I'll play Santa for you."

   "For the girls."

   "For the girls?" I asked.  "They're too old for Santa's lap."

   Eve smiled.  "No girl is too old for their father's lap."

   I frowned at her strange wording, but I managed a laugh.

   "I'm serious," Eve said.  "You can at least hand out presents as St. 
Nick.  It might be silly now, but when you're gone, it will be a fond
memory for our daughters and Anya to share."

   "You're in luck," I said.  "Dressing up as Santa is my favorite thing to
do."

   "Is it?" Eve asked.

   "No," I said.  "But making you happy is."

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Driving Distractions

   "I get the front.  Dad!"

   I listened to Faith call my name as she glared at Noelle.  I was halfway
down the walkway, ready to deal with this nonsense when Eve called my name.
I turned.  She walked to me, handing me a smart mug full of coffee.  I
kissed her on the lips, thankful she hadn't forgotten when I had.

   "Give Faith the seat," I told Noelle after getting into my car.

   "Why?"

   I looked at her.  Noelle rolled her eyes as she exited the car.

   "Bitch," I heard Faith mumble.

   "Ho," Noelle answered.

   "My ears do work, you know," I said.

   "That's good, Dad," Belle said.  She was sitting behind me, buckled in,
and waiting for everyone to settle down.  "So do ours."

   "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

   "Nothing," Belle said.  I couldn't see her face, but I could hear the
smile in her words.

   "I want to drive," Noelle said as she sat in the back.

   "No," I said.  "You can drive on the way home when I'm tired enough to
sleep through your craziness."

   "Boring," Noelle said.

   I waited for my daughters to buckle up, not bothering to ask why my two
eldest girls had wanted to make the two-hour drive to Embry Academy, their
once private high school.  It was worth the price, if not the distance.

   We stopped by Anya's house ten minutes later, saying hello to Kyla and
making small talk before Anya squeezed her butt between Noelle and Belle. I
would have given Anya a window seat had she asked, but she settled between
her cousins without a word of complaint.

   "You should let Anya and me drive up there," Faith said.  It was
something that she said every Sunday.  "You wouldn't have to make the trip,
and you could rest your weary muscles on the weekends when we drove back."

   "It's my mind that would grow weary, leaving you two with the car in the
city," I said.  "And my muscles aren't weary."

   "Dad's a rock," Belle said.  "Feel these shoulders." And she did just
that, pressing her fingers into me and massaging me.  "Like a bull."

   "Oh, so strong," Faith said, squeezing my right bicep.

   "Stop it," I said.

   "Let me touch," Noelle said, adding her hand to the swarm of fingers
poking and prodding me.

   "Well, if you guys are going to touch," Anya said, and her hands found
my arms as well.  "You're made of stone, Uncle Nick, rock-hard."

   "Enough," I said as my face flushed.  "Stop teasing your old dad." I
took a sip of my coffee, glaring at the girls in my rearview mirror.

   They laughed, but they let me go.

   "You're not old," Belle said, pulling herself to my right shoulder, and
kissing me on the cheek.

   After their bit of fun, the drive turned into what passes for normal in
my family.  They argued about whose playlist to listen to -"never mind that
we were in my car -"and then they pulled out their phones to text or check
their social media, which led to each girl putting on their headphones and
ignoring the world.

   It was an hour into the drive before I noticed Anya in my rearview
mirror.  I was checking something behind me, about to change lanes, but my
eyes kept finding Anya and her athletic legs.

   I took another sip from my half-empty mug of coffee, but my eyes flicked
to the mirror again, and I wondered if someone had been driving my car. 
The mirror looked a little off, angled perfectly to catch Anya's legs.  I
was sure that it was my imagination: no one drove my traveling Honda but
me.

   Anya's legs flowered outward from beneath a black mini skirt, pleated
like her school skirt, but nowhere near as long as the standard uniform. 
Her top was a plain white shirt, but it hugged her body tight across her
shoulders, breasts, and stomach.  She wasn't wearing a bra, judging by the
thick bumps sprouting against the fabric covering her tits.

   I sipped my coffee before putting it down, and I'm ashamed to admit it,
but there was a stirring in my groin that I had never thought to feel while
looking at my grandniece.  I blamed the coffee.  It tasted strong today; it
must have been the caffeine that was getting me excited.

   I found reasons to continue checking my mirror as I drove: crazy
drivers, possible lane changes, searching for the highway patrol, using any
reason that I could to look at my grandniece's legs again.  Anya kept
fidgeting, keeping her knees together, but turning them left and right
while looking at her phone or out the passenger windows, but her eyes never
turned forward.

   During another sip of my nearly empty drink, Anya opened her leg,
showing off the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs and the dark triangle
between, hidden by her pleated skirt.  Stop looking, jackass.  But my body
reacted to what I was seeing, forcing my eyes to continue peeking.  What
was wrong with me?  Anya was biting her lower lip and opening and closing
her fingers over her phone.

   I tried to think of something else, but what came to mind were events
from this morning when Eve asked me, "Why do you always drive the girls to
school?" She gave me a suspicious look.  "Is it for the schoolgirls?" She
had laughed.  "I still have my uniform, should I pull it out of the closet
and put it on for you?"

   I had to push the memory from my mind.  I'm an active man of sixty-five
who had no problems getting that first erection of the night, sometimes the
second, but my body was stirring like a man in his prime.  I tried my best
not look at Anya, but there were times I had to check the mirror.

   Anya was opening and closing her legs as she looked at her phone,
sometimes wide, sometimes not, but never enough to see the color of her
panties.  I'm sorry, I thought.  Just looking a little had caused my dick
to grow, stretch and thicken and I couldn't will it down.  Why couldn't I
will it down?

   Sweat formed across my brow when we were about half an hour away from
the younger girls' school.  I had to drive through the city now, so
thankfully, that forced me to pay more attention to the road.  Anya
continued to open and close her legs, always a little wider, and by some
fucking chance, I finally caught a glimpse of her dark red panties.  They
were so small that I could see the smooth sides of her outer labia bulging
against her inner thighs.  I didn't look away as soon as I should have, and
the guilt hit me a moment later.

   Anya saved my sanity then, but only for a moment.  She leaned forward
and pushed her iPhone into her lap with both hands, forcing her skirt
against the seat.  I breathed a sigh of relief, but her chest was now
puffed out between her arms and her big breast strained against her shirt,
her nipples jutting through the thin, white cotton encasing them.

   "I'm sorry," I mumbled.

   "What?" Faith asked.

   "Nothing," I stammered, drinking the last of my coffee.  I kept my eyes
to myself for the rest of the drive, balancing the mug on my thigh to hide
my erection from discovery -"no easy task.

   By the time we reached the academy, I had fought off my stubborn
hardness, though the urge to go full mast remained strong.  This was no
behavior of a grown man in his sixties.  This was the behavior of a boy on
his first date whose cock went erect when holding hands.

   "Remember," I said to the girls as I hugged Faith.  "I'll be here at
eight o'clock in the morning next Saturday.  Don't make me wait."

   "We always remember," Faith said as we parted.

   I hugged Anya as Faith, and her sisters gave each other a few parting
jabs, Noelle kissing Faith on the cheek, near her lips.  Anya didn't wait
for me to lean down to hug me.  Instead, she crashed into me and wrapped
her arms around my waist.  The hug lasted longer than practical.  Her firm
breasts pushed into my chest through our shirts.  My little general had
perked up by the time Anya let go of me.

   "We better get back on that road," I said, hurrying the goodbyes as my
cock continued to grow.  "Got to beat that traffic!"

   I gave Noelle the keys, keeping my promise to let her drive us home. 
Belle sat in front, and I sat behind Noelle because Belle would eventually
lay her seat back and go to sleep.  I still couldn't figure out why they
came.

   "Don't speed," I told Noelle as we drove off.

   "Do you want your coffee?" Belle asked, handing me my smart mug.

   "You can have it," I said.

   "Mom made it with love." She pushed the mug at me.  "Drink it."

   I grabbed the mug and downed it, not wondering why Belle insisted that I
did.  My troubled mind was stuck on Anya.  I was hoping for a boring ride
home, but that wasn't going to happen.

   Belle reclined her seat less than an hour into the drive.  Her short,
black cotton dress had a white dot pattern and a low cut front that showed
off most of her cleavage.  From my sideways view, I could see the lacy
black bra that she was wearing.  It was a half-cup that left the tops of
her breasts bare, and my body reacted to the sight.

   What was wrong with me?  My cock felt wild and alive like it hadn't in
years without chemical aid.  My wife had fucked me to soreness during the
Thanksgiving weekend like she did every year to push away the memories of
her father's passing, but my cock was acting like it hadn't had sex in
weeks.  And it was my daughters and grandniece that was causing it to stir?
Strange.  I didn't like it.

   I wanted to sleep.  I even closed my eyes, but every car-shake as a
strong wind soared by or the speeding of a passing car rumbled against us,
I'd open my eyes and look at my middle daughter, who was a true, one of a
kind beauty.

   Her dress was thin; her bra as well and her nipples must have been
frozen stiff because they formed little lumps that strained against the
cotton she wore.  She raised her right leg to my dashboard, the hem of her
dress sliding down her cream-colored thigh, piling at her juncture between
her legs.  Sunlight bathed the firmness of her legs, and a glow shined
along her inner thigh.

   I fought off a groan as my cock gained its full hardness.  I felt like I
had a stallion's cock in my pants, and again I thought of my Viagra.  I'd
never need the stuff if my cock always behaved like this.

   Why was this happening?  I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep for the
rest of the drive.  I didn't even give Noelle time to kill the ignition
when we returned home.  I opened the door with the engine humming, and I
was out of the car and rushing to the house, shouting, "Restroom."

   I found Eve polishing her crystal vases in the living room.  She had on
a headscarf, a pair of short denim overalls and a white half-shirt that
left her sides bare.  I grabbed her hand, never breaking stride as I walked
past her and dragged her to our downstairs office.

   "Nick, what -"oh!" she gasped when I bent her over the desk.  I was
rougher than I meant to be, but Eve could handle rough.

   I nearly tore the button off my trousers while I pulled out my cock out.
And I yanked the suspenders from Eve's shoulders so hard her body shook as
her overalls gathered around her thighs.  She wasn't wearing panties.  I
was thankful that she often went without them around the house.  I spat on
my hand and cupped her pussy, finding her slick from the housework and
nearly ready to go.  I sawed my fingers through her slit, rubbing her lips
side to side until she was wet enough for my dick.

   "Uh -"umm," Eve grunted as I entered her.  She ripped off her headscarf
and stuffed it into her mouth, the loose ends hanging past her chin.

   I fucked my slender wife fast, spreading her legs wide so that her pussy
had room for my thrusting prick.  Our rough humping shook the desk, pens
rolled, and stacks of paper fanned outward inches at a time.  I wasn't
gentle with my wife's pussy, but Eve could take my thick dick like a champ
when she needed to.

   "Eve, baby, fuck," I grunted as I turned her pussy into a slippery mess
of white cream.  I came fast, embarrassing myself as I busted my nut inside
of her.  I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of her head
against the desk's wooden surface.

   "Honey," Eve said, panting, "What has gotten into you?"

   I couldn't tell her the truth, so I said, "Schoolgirls." I reached under
her, grabbed her right tit, and squeezed hard.  "Take your pussy up to our
room."

   Eve laughed a breathless, naughty sound with dirty implications.  "I'll
find my uniform for you." She slid out from under me and left the office,
blowing me a kiss before disappearing.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   The Days Till Christmas

   December came on a Saturday.  Eve and I picked up my daughter and Anya
from school, staying in a hotel on Friday night and driving home with them
in the morning.  I took a short, refreshing nap when I returned home and
was awakened by my wife playing suck and slurp with my cock and balls.  I
was a little worn out from the previous week, though I wasn't complaining.
Eve's grief over her father's Christmas passing typically ended after the
Thanksgiving weekend, but this year had been different.

   I needed to talk to her.  I loved the amount of sex that we were having,
even taking a few Viagra for second and third rounds, but I wanted her to
deal with her grief openly instead of sexually, but she hit me with a
preemptive strike.

   "Nick," she said after I was awake.  "My father passed at Christmas, six
months after my sixteenth birthday.  Faith and Anya are eighteen.  I've
been going too hard, trying to mask my fear of it happening to our
daughters."

   "I'm not going anywhere," I said, hugging her close.

   "Promise me?"

   "It's my favorite thing to do," I said.

   "I think it would help me if I took a break from sex for a little
while," Eve said.  "I can't use sex to push away my fears."

   "Okay," I said.  "If it helps you, then I can abstain as well."

   "Until Christmas," Eve said.  "After the anniversary of my father's
passing."

   I didn't say anything for a second.  I had gone from an oversexed wife
to abstinence for nearly a month in a matter of minutes.

   "Are you sure that you want to wait that long?" I asked.  "We haven't
waited that long since after Faith's birth."

   "We can do this," Eve said.  "It will be the first year since my
father's death that I haven't run from my pain by using your cock as my
ride."

   "You're serious?"

   "You can do it for me, right?"

   I didn't sigh aloud, but I wanted too.  I had a healthy sex drive.  I
thought a day or two, maybe a week, but weeks?  Fuck me.

   "There's always masturbation," I said.

   "Nick," Eve said, patting my chest.  "No sex for both of us."

   "Me too?" I asked, raising my voice.

   Eve laughed.  "Yes.  You'll do it for me?"

   I sighed aloud, like a frustrated child who can't believe what their
parents are making him do.  "It's my favorite thing to do." I hugged her to
me.  "Doing things for you."

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Faith

   "Deck the halls with boughs of holly," I sang as I decorated my
nine-foot monster Christmas tree, bought hours earlier, and set up by me.

   "Corny," Faith said.

   My daughters laughed.

   "Your name was going to be Holly," I told Faith.

   "Why isn't it?"

   "Too many Hollies," I said.

   It was midafternoon on a Saturday, and my daughters were taking
advantage of that.  They had dressed in their lazy clothes, short shorts,
and small shirts, the kind of clothing that was form-fitting to the body. I
noticed -"not happily -"that everyone was wearing something a size too
small for themselves.

   Faith, who was helping me with the tree, wore the least of everyone. 
Her mesh tank top didn't hide her pink, strapless sports bra that looked
like a tube top that ladies sunbathed in before the invention of tanning
beds.  How times had changed.  Her shorts were no better: a faded white
cotton band that rode high on her hips and hugged her mound and -"I hate
admitting that I noticed -"her labia.  I wanted to tell her to change after
getting several eyefuls of the bottoms of her butt cheeks as they spilled
from her under her leg holes, but a father doesn't notice that, right?

   None of my daughters or Eve cared about how little everyone but me was
wearing.  Was it natural for them not to notice because they were women?  I
felt hyper-aware of what everyone was wearing since I had snuck glances at
Anya's legs the other day.

   While Faith and I decorated the tree as we did every year, Noelle and
Belle were in charge of the pretty bobbles: garlands, wreaths, extra
lights, candy canes, little Christmas trees, Santa figurines, and so much
more.

   Eve lay on the couch, watching and directing it all, but participating
little.  She toughed it out when the girls were younger and took part in
the festivities for their sake, but now that they were adults, she could
sip wine, take a step back and deal with her unhappiness with a little
increase in her BAC at a time.

   "Where should I hang this?" Faith asked me as she bumped me with her
hip.

   "Anywhere," I said.  "But don't bunch it up: each piece should stand on
its own."

   Faith had a step ladder that boosted her another four feet into the air.
She already stood at the halfway point, but she had to climb to the top
step to reach the peak of the tree.  "Hold me, so I don't fall," she said.

   "It's not that high," I said, but I walked behind her.  "Since when are
you afraid of heights?  You're on the dive team."

   "That's different," Faith said.  "I'm jumping into the water on purpose,
performing a dive that I can control."

   "Fair enough." I held my hands on outside her hips, but I didn't touch
my daughter's exposed skin.

   "Hold onto me," Faith said.  She shook her head at me as if I was
goofball.

   I tried to keep from raising an eyebrow and pursing my lips.  Her small
butt was in my face, and her shorts grew more transparent the closer I
stood to them.  And the more I looked at them, the more I realized that
they were as transparent as a wedding veil, and I could make out the black
Y of the thong that my daughter had chosen to wear beneath them.

   "Let me do it," I said.  Why couldn't I have had boys?

   "Dad, grab my hips."

   She sounded like a child about to have a tantrum.  Any second she'd
stomp on the ladder and fall for real.  I took a deep breath and grabbed my
daughter's sides, right above her shorts and far below her breasts.  My
hands were big on her small body, too big, and I kept my fingers pressed
close together as they curled around her front.  Faith's warm skin dampened
my palms.  She uttered a soft, "Ooh, cold," as I touched her.

   "Your father has very warm fingers," Eve said, the midafternoon wine
giving her voice a languid quality.

   "Well, call me into your room one night and prove it," Faith said,
"because right now, they're giving me the chills."

   I frowned at her back, where goosebumps had risen.  My daughter's twin
dermal piercings on her lower back glittered in the living room light.  My
little girl stretched upward, her entire body moving, but my hands stayed
still, catching her waistband and lowering it half an inch down her skin. I
swallowed as the crests of her upper cheeks, and the upper dip of her butt
crack came into view.

   No, don't look, I thought, turning my head to the right, but my eyes
slid back to the left.  Faith didn't say a thing as she hung the ornament.

   We continued decorating, with Faith insisting on decorating the upper
branches by saying, "I found this damn step ladder for a reason, didn't I?"
She would hang an ornament, get down, move the ladder, climb it, and her
little cheeks would jiggle with each step.  I continued holding her for
balance, my fingers sinking deeper into her skin the longer that we did
this and, my eyes taking longer looks at her firm butt and the shadow of
her thong beneath.

   Eve was kind enough to bring me a glass of water.  I drank it in three
long gulps to calm my flushing cheeks.  She looked pleased, saying, "Oh
boy," but I don't think she meant to say that aloud.

   "I'm thirsty," I said, smacking my lips.  "Was that tap water?  It
tasted funny."

   She didn't answer me, but she did bring me another glass.  This time, I
tasted the clean water that she had run through a filter.

   Faith made spotting her more difficult by dancing to the music we had
playing.  It was playful Christmas music, all instrumental, and her
movements mimicked the rhythm in side-to-side, quick-rocking motions that
shoved her butt closer to my face than made me comfortable.  It took about
fifteen minutes for my body to betray me, the way my eyes already had.

   I managed to look away as I fought the growing problem in my pants, but
Noelle's long, golden legs glistened from too many coats of lotion, and
Belle's breasts swung about as she moved around the house.  Why wasn't she
wearing a bra?

   "Oh shit!" Faith squeaked.

   I wasn't looking at her when she lost her balance, but I managed to
catch her in an awkward position.  My left hand cupped her firm, right butt
cheek while my right hand had slid between her right arm and body, my
fingers brushing the soft edges of her small, round breasts.  Faith bursts
out laughing.

   "My hero," Faith said.  She lifted her right hand, holding mistletoe. 
"I guess my hero deserves a kiss." And she kissed me, her lips brushing my
right cheek and the corner of my mouth.

   My cock twitched.  I set Faith down, feeling a flush coming on.

   "Are you okay, Daddy?" Faith asked.  "I didn't hurt your back, did I?"

   Eve gave me a concerned look.  Her father was two-thirds my age when he
had passed away, and every year I saw that her worry over my age
intensified, even though I was in tip-top shape.

   "I'm fine," I said.  "Strong, like a bull, but I'm going to sit down for
a bit."

   I dropped into my recliner, afraid to sit next to Eve since a whirlwind
of excitement danced in my lap.  I supervised the girls while telling an
old story that I had mentioned many times before, about finding an old
piece of parchment with a watermark that read NICE LIST in my Christmas
stocking.  Someone had written my name on it in perfect calligraphy.

   "It could only have come from Santa," I said.  "It must have."

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Noelle

   By evening, my wife and two youngest daughters had gone out to shop and
scout for Christmas presents.  Noelle had stayed behind, but not to keep me
company.  She was off somewhere doing something, so I enjoyed my time
alone.

   I was watching a college game on television while sitting in my recliner
with a near-empty, warm cup of hot chocolate.  Noelle walked into the
living room at halftime.  She had changed into black yoga pants and a
tight-fitting, matching sports bra with a crisscrossing back.

   I had a thought earlier in the day: my daughters had stopped wearing
bras in the house.  Not only that, but their indoor clothing had continued
to grow smaller ever since Anya and Faith had turned eighteen.  Had they
always dressed like that?  Why was I only noticing now?  I would have to
speak to Eve about this in a subtle way and bring it to an end.

   "You're in your Santa's chair," Noelle said.  "You need a new one."

   "Santa's chair, football chair, lazy chair, all the same," I said,
laughing.

   "Mom told me that you're going to play Santa this year." Noelle's eyes
glimmered with a coquettish light.  "Do you need practice?"

   "For what?"

   "For playing Santa."

   My daughter took two steps forward before I could answer, her body a
blur, and she sat on my lap crossways like when she was a little girl, and
I'd bellow, "Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas," to her.

   I gasped when her butt landed squarely on my lap.

   Noelle wrapped her left arm around my shoulders, and she used her right
hand as a brace against my knee as she adjusted herself to a more
comfortable position.  She twisted and turned on my lap, making me fidget
as the thinness of her yoga pants did nothing to hide the texture of her
butt from my crotch.

   "You're too old to be sitting on my lap," I said.

   "Mom said that 'No little girl was too old to sit on her daddy's lap.'"
Noelle laughed.  "Besides, I'm sitting on Santa's lap." She wiggled her
butt for emphasis.  Her yoga pants offered no extra protection against my
slacks.  "I thought you loved Christmas?" She rubbed my whiskered chin.

   "It's my favorite time of year," I said.  "Remember, I've never done
anything to get taken of the Nice List."

   My daughter laughed, and that caused her butt to rock against my body. I
tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go.  Noelle laid her head on
my shoulder, laughing into my neck as her breath hit my skin in bursts of
swirling warmth.

   "So," Noelle said, "are you going to ask me or not?"

   "Ask you what?" I asked, trying to hold my daughter's weight in my arms
without making it noticeable that I was trying to keep the pressure of her
butt away from my member.

   "Ask me if I've been a good girl," Noelle said, her voice light while
her green eyes sparkled with something I couldn't recognize -"mischief,
maybe, but more so.

   Was she making fun of me?

   Noelle put her hand on my chest and asked, "Are you okay?  Your heart is
beating fast."

   "Have you been a good girl this year?" I choked out as a chill crawled
up my spine and scuttled across my shoulders like tiny spiders.

   "What if I said that I'd been a bad girl this year, Daddy -"I mean
Santa?"

   I moaned on the inside.  Eve had played this game with me.  If Noelle
wasn't twenty, would I be thinking this?  I needed to stand, stretch, move
around, be anywhere but in my chair with my daughter in my lap.

   "Could you tell me if I made the Naughty List this year?" Noelle asked,
rolling her head against my shoulder.

   "You'd need a boyfriend first." I heard the words spilling from my
mouth, but they were detached from me, spoken by someone else.

   "Dad," Noelle said, faking a gasp.  "is that the only way to be naughty?
With boys?"

   Noelle ran her fingers through my whiskers, playing with the small hairs
on my chin.  My groin tingled, and my cock came to life -"an urge that I
had been fighting since Noelle had sat down.  This was disturbing.  I felt
light and anxious from my hips to my toes.

   "I need to get up," I said.  "Restroom break."

   Noelle groaned.  She turned on my lap as if I were the chair.  She
stood, putting her hands on my knees and pushing herself from me.  Her butt
dug into my crotch as she rose to her feet, her yoga pants outlining her
butt.  And between her thighs, puffed up like a soft crescent moon, was the
sweet, bulging meat of my daughter's pussy.

   She stood, and I was ready to walk-jog to my room when Noelle said,
"Don't forget your hot chocolate.  Mom made it for you with love."

   I downed it, smiled at my daughter, and hurried down the hall, bypassing
the bathroom to the back staircase.  I ran to my room, shutting the door
and lying down on my bed.  I rubbed my face a few times as my cock grew to
full hardness, my slacks forming a big top circus tent.  I stared at it.

   What in the hell was wrong with me?

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Belle

   It was Wednesday, the second week of December, and time was not flying
by.  Eve had cut me off from sex, but it didn't stop her from wearing her
short nighties in the bedroom.  "To remind you of what you get to have on
Christmas," she would say.  I could usually handle it, but I was getting
erections like a sex-crazed newlywed this year.  There was no controlling
them.

   I would start getting hard anywhere, and everywhere, for any damn
reason. Sometimes it was the television, or a magazine cover or sadly, one
of my daughters who ran around the house half-dressed without caring that a
man was living with them.  It was winter-break for my two eldest, and it
was the first time in my life that I wished they had gone to college out of
state and stayed there.  Their small shorts and tight shirts meant nothing
to them, but they were killing me.

   One morning, Noelle walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a
colorful green thong and a half-shirt.  She was rubbing her eyes, her
golden skin shining in the morning light, and all she said was, "Oh, I
didn't think you'd be up." She spent a lot of time bending over while
looking through the fridge, her smooth legs parted, her green thong forming
a tight hammock that barely concealed her cunny bulge.

   I had to get out of the house and away from my half-naked daughters, who
were constantly bending over in front of me.  When Belle asked, "Want to go
Christmas shopping with me?" I jumped at the chance.

   Belle drove.  She wore regular clothing to go out.  She had on a stylish
coat, jeans, a regular top that fit just right, and a cute gray cloud cap
that gave her a tomboyish appearance.

   "What should I get Faith?" Belle asked while we walked around a jewelry
store.

   "Probably something that she can stick in her," I said, not thinking
about a double meaning because I knew what I had meant.

   "Dad," Belle gasped, laughing.

   My face went red for the next few seconds.  "For her piercings," I said,
holding up an earring.  "I heard that she wanted to get more piercings in
her ears."

   "Sure, Dad," Belle said.  "Mom told us how you wanted us to get
boyfriends.  You sure you didn't mean a boyfriend?"

   I frowned, breathed deeply, and said, "You girls should be dating. 
Noelle is twenty.  You're nineteen.  You're in college.  Aren't their guys
out there courting you?"

   "Courting?" Belle laughed and laughed some more.

   "Didn't Anya have a boyfriend?" I asked.

   "It didn't last long.  They went to a movie.  It was more of a date."

   "The first time doesn't have to last long."

   Belle laughed again in that musical, sing-song way she had of making
sounds.  "Dad, Dad, Dad, I'll remember that when my first time comes."

   "Jeez," I muttered, once again going red, but then my head snapped up,
and my mind rang with the sound of Boyfriends!  My daughters needed
boyfriends.  That's why they dressed how they dressed and acted how they
acted.  It was a subconscious action forced by their female needs.

   Later, as we were leaving the shopping center, Belle stopped in front of
Secret Splendor, a place my wife bought most of her lingerie from
-"typically online.  I had never been inside the store, but Belle's pretty
smile told me that that was about to change.

   "I'll wait out here," I said.  "Want a pretzel from Twisty's?"

   "Come on," Belle said, grabbing my hand.  "You can tell me what I look
good in."

   "I'm not watching you try on lingerie," I said.

   Belle laughed and shook her head.  "I'm just going to show you stuff,
not try them on."

   I felt foolish for even saying that and followed her inside.  We looked
around for an hour, with Belle holding up bras and panties, and asking me
to feel the silk and satin material, sometimes our hands touching while I
did.  Sweat beaded on my brow, and I needed to take my jacket off, but
thankfully, my little soldier hadn't decided to stand at attention today. I
was relieved, but also curious as to why it didn't.  Embarrassment aside,
knowing that I could still get hard at a moment's notice was
confidence-boosting.

   "Can I help you with anything?" a woman asked from our side.

   Belle and I were holding a pair of panties in our hands together when
that voice reached us.

   "No, we're fine," Belle told the saleswoman.  "I'm just shopping with my
daddy."

   The woman eyed me up and down.  She looked at the panties in our hands,
our touching fingers, and she said to me, "Of course you're her Daddy.  All
the older ones are." She looked at Belle.  "Make sure your Daddy doesn't
escort you into the dressing room.  We have a strong policy on that sort of
behavior." Her lips compressed into a tight smile before she walked away.

   Belle laughed and said, "Daddy, don't follow me into the dressing room,
got it?  Mommy wouldn't like it."

   I walked away, saying, "Let's go."

   "But Daddy," Belle said even louder as she followed me, "don't you want
to see your little girl in her cute panties?  I promise not to tell Mommy."

   "Belle," I hissed, striding to the exit while Belle's laughter echoed
behind me.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Eve

   "Belle and Noelle have no shame," Eve said.  She was sitting
cross-legged on the bed.  "You should have played along.  Belle would have
loved it."

   I growled.

   "Faith would have punched the girl," Eve said.  "Next time you take one
of our daughters lingerie shopping, take our youngest."

   "Eve," I said.

   "Anya might have dragged you into the dressing room as a joke."

   "Maybe," I said as Anya's smooth, inner thighs flashed through my mind.
"But she's not my daughter."

   "No, she is not." Eve smiled.  "But she is family."

   I didn't speak as I crawled into bed next to my wife.  She had on a blue
satin nighty, less risquÃ(C) than most of her sleep ware -"thankfully -"but
thee days without sex were taking its toll on me.  The slightest hint of
skin was affecting me, and Eve's lotion was out, ready to be used.

   "Want to help?" Eve asked when she saw my eyes on her bottle.

   "I don't know," I moaned.  "It's been a week and a half, and I'm going
crazy.  I'm going to get excited if I touch you."

   "But it's always been that way," Eve said.  "I've missed your smooth
caressing of my skin.  Don't you want to feel my legs?  Mm, my thighs,
Uncle Nick?"

   "It's my favorite thing to do." I sighed and frowned and took the lotion
bottle from her.

   I shuffled over the bed to my wife's feet.  She lifted them and pointed
her toes at me, my eyes traveling up her legs to the shaded triangle
beneath the hem of her nighty.  I groaned.

   "Mm," Eve moaned as ran my lotion-covered fingers over her feet,
applying subtle pressure to the soles, and running my thumbs over their
center.

   "Oh," Eve said, shivering.

   My fingers continued up her calves, her skin turning white under the
pressure of my fingertips before blood flowed back through her limbs. 
Eve's moans turned to low, sensual groans as I pushed the lotion into her
calf muscles, taking time to work my fingers deep into her flesh.

   I moved my hands from her calves to the back of her knees and upward to
the underside of her thighs.  Her breath caught as my thumbs wove wavy
lines midway up her hamstrings.

   "Be a gentleman," Eve whispered.  She had closed her eyes, and a smile
graced her lips.  "Behave, like when I used to address you as Uncle Nick
and not as my husband."

   "Sometimes Uncle Nick slips out when I'm not behaving like a gentleman,"
I said, not thinking about my words as my hands glided over her soft skin,
and her legs parted, giving me a view of the pink crease between her olive
thighs.

   "Old habits," Eve said, sliding her butt down the bed.  "Did that turn
you on; when I called you Uncle?"

   I didn't answer.  I was between her legs, and my cock was growing like
someone flinging out a length of coiled steel.  My breathing quickened.  I
couldn't help myself.  I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs, my
index fingers and thumbs extended, ready to encompass her clit and her soft
pussy lips in a diamond bracket.

   "Nick," Eve whispered.  "Even if you were my uncle. . . ."

   I moved my hands from her thighs, but I ran my middle finger in a
scooping motion between her cunny crease.  I touched wetness, and my
fingertip came away creamy.

   "Uncle Nick," Eve teased.  "Christmas, baby, you can have my pussy for
Christmas."

   My cock strained within my pajamas.  I groaned, long and low, like a
petulant boy of sixty-five years.  I rolled onto my side; my shorts tented
like an Old English pavilion.

   "Baby," I said.

   "Yes?"

   "Can you do me a favor until Christmas?"

   "What?

   "Can you wear your panties to bed?  Can you wear sweats and loose shirts
and nothing tempting?"

   "Aw, baby," Eve said, laughing.  "No."

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   December, Week Three Recap

   My life had become a nightmare.  Everywhere that I looked, I saw sex,
and then I craved sex, and my cock had gone into a hyper-drive state, where
I was continually fighting the urge to stay semi-hard, never mind soft. 
Soft was a luxury I couldn't afford.  It was hell.

   Not even in my late teens and early twenties had my cock been so
rebellious against my wishes.  Even when I was a man in my forties,
touching Eve's nineteen-year-old body, I had not been so turned on so
often, for the slightest of things.  Eve's hand on my arm, her body
brushing mine, and terribly, the sight of my near-naked daughters was
enough to send a tingle through my Johnson.

   I began to wonder if I needed a priest to perform an exorcism on my
prick.  A sexorcism.  A pervertism.  Any kind of ism.

   I managed to stay strong despite the constant reminders of sex every
time I opened my eyes.  I stayed away from porn, even though it was only a
click away anytime I picked up my phone.  My favorites, the classic stars,
like Kay Parker, Marilyn Chambers, Linda Lovelace, Ginger Lynn, and many
others, remained unseen in one of my favorite folders.

   Kay Parker was a challenge to avoid.  Her name alone rang out with one
title above all others: Taboo.  I had seen the movie before, and with
websites posting single scenes, I had watched several of them over the
years more than once, but now the word taboo held a much different meaning
for me.

   "Christmas Day," I reminded myself every time my errant cock twitched at
the sight of something tempting.  Sometimes I'd say, "Christmas Midnight,"
and picture Eve's ankles next to her ears while I fucked her as I did in my
forties.  No mercy.  I could feel that sex-crazed beast the teenager in her
had created, and it felt good.

   One thing I had to look forward to was Friday.  I had to pick up Faith
and Anya for their Christmas Break, which gave me a day alone in the city.
I could lock myself in my hotel room, away from Eve's smiles, and my
daughters and their clinging clothing, and watch sports, something
-"anything -"that wouldn't give me an erection.

   The sad thing was that my attempts to not look at my daughters were
getting weaker and weaker.  There was no harm in looking.  There couldn't
be.  Too many fathers would be burning in Hell right now if there was.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Anya

   I picked up the girls early on Saturday morning.  They wore their
pajamas straight from the dormitory to my car.  Faith had on a pair of
checkered pants and a black shirt, thin, but not clingy, while Anya wore
pink, booty-hugging cotton shorts and a white shirt with the words BAD
KITTY across the front.

   "They let you wear that?" I asked when Anya hugged me in the parking
lot.

   "Yes," Anya said, yawning.  "Times have changed.  The rules have
relaxed. We don't have to sleep in nightgowns down to the floor anymore.  I
sleep in thongs."

   "Yeah, Dad," Faith said.  "Women won."

   "Won what?" I asked, but neither girl answered me.

   The drive back had me sweating.  Both girls nodded off as soon as we
reached the freeway.  Anya sat in front; her seat reclined, and her body
sprawled out like she was in her own bed.  Her breasts stood up like two
thick pyramids, their roundness jostling like Jell-O as the wind hit my car
every few minutes.  She slept with her legs open, nothing obscene, but her
pink shorts dug right into her mound, splitting her young muffin in a
puffed out cameltoe that I couldn't take my eyes away from.

   Memories of Eve sitting like that in my car when we were dating came
back to me.  Memories of me reaching over to lay my fingers along her
cleft, and squeezing her smooth softness as she lay back and rolled her
pussy into my stroking fingers, caused me to go hard.  I pictured Eve, but
Anya snuck into my memories.  I clenched my eyes and grimaced, wishing that
she'd go away.

   Anya shifted in her sleep halfway through the drive, her right hand
crossing her body, and falling between her legs, cupping the right side of
her mound.  She yawned, her fingers curling into her pussy, and I forced
myself to look away.

   God, why is this happening to me?

   I drove the rest of the way home with gritted teeth and anxious eyes. 
When we finally reached her home so that she could collect some clothes and
see her mother and grandparents off for their vacation, I thought, Why
hadn't I woke her up?

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Anya's Mistake

   "Christmas is only a few days away," I said as I got into bed.  "You
know what that means?"

   Eve smiled sideways at me.  "It means you get this." She lifted the hem
of nighty, showing me her trimmed mound and her delicate lips.

   "Don't do that," I said.  "Teasing me is not good for my heart."

   Eve laughed.  "Finish your hot chocolate."

   "I can't let that go to waste." I picked up my glass from my nightstand.
"What were you and Anya talking about earlier?"

   "What do you mean?" Eve asked.

   "I heard you say something to her.  I think 'Are you sure you can do
this?  We're counting on you.' Something like that."

   Eve smiled, tight-lipped, and guilty, but she said nothing.

   "Does it have anything to do with my Christmas gifts?" I asked. 
Fighting off my hard-ons had given me no time to snoop around -"one of my
favorite pastimes during the gift-giving season.

   "Yes," Eve said, releasing her breath.  Her cheeks colored.  "You didn't
overhear, did you?"

   "No," I moaned.  "I wouldn't have brought it up if I had."

   Eve gave me a sidelong glance, but her smile appeared pleased.

   I finished my hot chocolate and gave Eve's legs a long look.  I reached
out to touch her thigh, but she smacked my hand away, smiling ruefully at
my lack of control.  I went to bed but was awakened by Eve sometime later.

   "What?" I asked, groggy and sleepy.

   "Look," Eve said.

   I blinked away sleep as I took her phone.  I had no idea what I was
seeing.  It took me a second to recognize Anya and another to realize she
was looking upward, her left arm extended, her right hand resting on her
hip.  She was naked -"naked! -"from head to toe, smiling bright, blessedly
smooth, firm and taut, and all the wonderful things a young
eighteen-year-old should be when naked.

   "Why do you have a picture of Anya?" I asked, not looking away from my
grandniece.  My cock pulsed and throbbed; I had awoken hard.  This image
only added to the strain in my pants.

   "She sent it to me."

   "Why?"

   Eve snatched the phone from my hand.  "It wasn't meant for me.  Let's go
find out."

   "Give me a moment to" -"I coughed -""wake up."

   Eve gave me a flat look.  She glanced at the comforter bulging near my
waist and shook her head, but not angrily.  She said, "Meet me in Anya's
room."

   I sighed.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Absolutely Not

   "I can explain," Anya said.  She was in her bed, her blankets around her
waist, and her tank top hung loosely on her body -"no bra.  The white of
her top was not enough to hide the dark shades of her nipples as the fabric
draped against them.

   "Then do it," Eve said.  "I will call your mother if I have to."

   "You don't have to be so dramatic," Anya said, biting her lip.  "I hit
the wrong button.  That picture wasn't supposed to go to you guys."

   "I got one too?" I asked, then added as quickly as I could, "That's your
explanation?"

   Anya nodded her head.  She offered me a shy smile.  "Merry Christmas?"

   "Who was it supposed to go to?" I asked, my mind wandering down the
hallway to my phone.

   "It was supposed to go to . . .  some . . .  bodies," Anya said.

   "Some bodies?" Eve asked, arching an eyebrow.  "Somebodies?  More than
one body?"

   "A boyfriend?" I asked.

   "A man." Anya shrugged.  "Men.  Men I met online.  One could end up
being my boyfriend, one day: if it works out."

   "You're sending nude pictures to strangers that you met online?" Eve
asked, her eyes big, her mouth set, her glare intense.

   "Isn't everybody a stranger before we meet them?" Anya asked.  She
frowned.  "It was a Christmas present to them."

   "Why are you sending nude pictures to men?" I asked, crossing my arms
over my chest.

   Anya looked down.  Her face turned pink, then red, and then scarlet.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "Can I talk to Eve about this?" Anya asked, looking at me.  "If I were a
guy, I'd talk to you, but I really would rather speak to Aunt Eve, alone."

   "This is about sex," I said, a light sparking to life above my head.

   Both Anya and Eve gave me a disbelieving look.

   "Oh," I said, chuckling to myself.  "I'll be in the kitchen."

   I went downstairs, wanting to laugh.  I almost retrieved my phone, but
that anxious energy filled my body again, and that had my cock on edge. 
This was too funny.  A Polaroid was about as bad as it got when I was a
young man.  You could burn those, but technology really fucked a person
nowadays.  I decided to have a talk with my daughters about responsibility
as soon as the opportunity came.

   I sat in the kitchen for ten minutes before Eve came downstairs with a
sheepish looking Anya behind her.  Anya was still wearing her tank top, but
she hadn't thrown on shorts or a bra.  Her top aligned with the bottom of
her crotch, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes above her neck.

   "Everything settled?" I asked.

   "Yes and no," Eve said.  "I checked her phone.  Those were the first and
only pictures that she has sent."

   "I'm eighteen," she mumbled.  "I'm not a kid."

   "Yes, you are, and we have a problem," Eve said.  "Anya's been very
curious lately."

   "Everyone makes mistakes," I said after a moment of silence.  What was I
supposed to say?  "We're not mad at you, Anya.  Right, Eve?"

   "She's talked to a dozen different men online," Eve said.  "Older men.
Strange men.  They're probably the same perverts that Dateline used to
catch."

   Anya flinched.  "It's only been online!  I can't help myself.  I've been
getting these urges lately.  In class, outside, when I'm alone on the
computer: I've been watching so much porn.  So much."
"Uh," I grunted, verbalizing what should have been an incomprehensible

noise.

   "I'm sorry," Anya pouted, sounding on the verge of tears.

   "We're not mad at you," I said again.

   "Nick," Eve said.  "We can't let this continue, but she can't control
herself."

   "So, what's the solution?" I asked, getting ready for a long night of
talk.  I could use a cure for my urges myself, but my wife was being stingy
with the medicine.

   "We -"I -"thought" -"Eve paused and worked her lips as if she had
forgotten how to speak -""that you could show her some things." She smiled,
and I think it was supposed to be reassuring.  "Kissing -"nothing more. 
Sisters do it all the time, right?"

   I was speechless.  I had no speech to give.

   "It's safer than with the men she'd meet online," Eve said. 
"Predators." She made that word sound so fucking sinister that it was
comedic.

   "You're the only man I know," Anya blurted out.  "The only one that I
can trust."

   "Absolutely not," I said, standing, looking at them both like they had
grown horns.  I was mad, but not for the reasons that they thought.  As I
walked up to my room, each step caused my cock to bounce in my pants.  Each
bounce caused my cock to stiffen.  I was fully hard by the time I got into
bed.

   Eve joined me half an hour later.  She had a glass of something that
smelled of whiskey in her right hand.  She tried to apologize to me using
only the softness of her eyes, where I saw the whole of her anxiety.

   "I'm not mad," I said.

   "I'm sorry," Eve said, getting into bed with me.  She handed me the
drink.  "I thought you could use it.  It's a double."

   I uttered a low laugh.  "I suppose that I could." I drank it in one
long, burning gulp.

   "I'm worried about Anya," Eve said.  "Her behavior was reckless.  It
could get her into trouble."

   "And having me kiss her was the solution to that?" I put the glass down,
the aftertaste somewhat different than it should have been.  "We're
related, Eve."

   "Barely," Eve said.  "She's your grandniece."

   "She's like a daughter to me."

   "But she's not your daughter."

   "What if this were Faith?" I asked, remembering my youngest falling into
my arms.

   "Do it for Faith," Eve said.  She put a hand on my arm.  "She's Anya's
best friend.  What if Faith follows in Anya's footsteps.  What if Faith is
doing it right now?"

   "She's like a daughter to me."

   "I was like a daughter to you," Eve said.  "Before my father passed."

   "That was different."

   Eve looked at me, looking like she was about to say more, but she nodded
and kissed me gently on the lips.  She went to bed, and I fell asleep in a
matter of minutes.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Snow White Dreams

   I knew that I was sleeping, but the dream had that all too real
sensation.  My sight was vivid, the colors vibrant and saturated to the
point of sweetness, while the outer rims of my world were whitish and
cloudy.  I was in my foyer, looking at my bearded reflection.

   My daughters had gathered in the living room behind me.  One of them
-"Faith, I think -"said, "Come open your present, Daddy."

   I turned around.  There was a big smile on my face.  My wife was
standing in the middle of the room; her arms stretched to one side like
showgirl presenting a brand new car, except my present wasn't a car, it was
Anya.  My daughters sat on the couch, clapping as I looked at my
grandniece, who was naked save for a ribbon wrapped around her body, hiding
her goods and tied between her breasts in a great big bow.

   "Come on, Daddy," Faith cheered.  "Open Anya up."

   The doorbell rang before I could take a step forward.  I sighed and
opened my door to the sound of ding-dong, ding-dong that flowed into the
jazzy, swinging tune of Jingle Bell Rock.  Outside, there was a curving
line of men, everyone one of them was wearing a Santa mask and a colorful
stocking on their erect cock.

   "What the hell is this?" I asked.  The line disappeared down the street
and out of sight.

   The first man in line stepped right past me, the rest followed, circling
Anya in a spiral of bodies and swinging dicks.  Her eyes opened wide, as
did her mouth, and she dropped to her knees in the center of Santa Claus
circle.

   "Was this what you wanted?" Eve asked me, her tone accusing and angry,
and her eyes glaring at me.

   "No," I shouted.  Anger boiled in my veins.  I rushed forward, breaking
through the circle of bodies, flinging men aside like in a cartoon.  "Leave
her alone.  She's my grandniece."

   "Will you show me, Uncle Nick?" Anya asked when I reached her.  "Will
you show me?  Please?"

   "Show her, Daddy," my other daughters said as one.

   Anya took my belt in her fingers and undid the clasp.  I couldn't stop
her; my body was frozen stiff.  My wife smiled.  My daughters continued
clapping as my pants dropped to my ankles.

   "Anya," I groaned.

   Anya's lips lowered to my cock, the head big and bright and redder than
usual.  My dick stood straight up and out, bigger than I'd ever seen it
before, and I'm not small.  Anya opened her mouth, her hazel eyes never
leaving mine as her lips grazed the spongy head of my cock.

   "Anya," I grunted.  The feeling was real.  I was dreaming, I knew that I
was, but the sensation was so fucking real.  I struggled to wake, fighting
my sleep, but it was of no use.  My dream had me trapped.

   The Santas around me mumbled about how unfair this was.  Anya was theirs
first.  Some Santas said, "I should be fucking that girl's mouth." Others
said, "Choke her; choke the bitch." Others said worse things, the kind of
things that predators said about a pretty girl when no one was listening.

   Anya sucked harder on my shaft.  I heard her slurping sounds -"felt her
wet tongue licking up and down my cock, from my balls to my glans and back
down to my balls.  My hips jerked hard.  Anya's fingers dug into my thighs.
I was going to come, and I did, spurting my jizz into my grandniece's
mouth.

   "How about that one," a Santa said.  I knew that he was he's pointing at
Faith without even having to look.

   "No!" I screamed, and the dream blurred, and I fell further into
unconsciousness.

   I didn't wake until noon.  I was groggy, and I knew that I could sleep
for another four hours if I had wanted to, but I forced myself out of bed.
I groaned as I felt the sticky wet mess in my pants.  Great.

   I showered to clean myself up.  My dream haunted me.  The realistic feel
of Anya's mouth sucking my dick caused me to grow hard under the warm water
pouring over my body.  The thought of Anya or Faith or any of my daughters
meeting some random man online was like a fist twisting in my gut, the
grinding pain all too real.  I couldn't allow that to happen.  I wouldn't
allow that to happen.

   I found Eve downstairs in the kitchen.  The girls had gone out for the
day.  I walked to my wife, put my arms around and grumbled, "Okay.  I'll
show Anya a few things." I yawned.  I was more tired than I should have
been.  "But just a few."

   Eve's blank face stared at me for several long seconds, and then she lit
up with more excitement than made me comfortable.

   "Thank you," Eve said and hugged me.  "You won't regret this.  I
promise."

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Anya

   It was the twenty-second of December.  My wife had taken my daughters
shopping and to gaze at Christmas lights.  Anya had stayed behind, faking a
stomach ache so that we could be alone together.  I stayed behind to take
care of Anya, but also because Eve wanted to buy me some gifts.  Our
deception went unnoticed.

   "Thank you," Anya said once the door closed, and we were alone.  "I'm
comfortable with you, Uncle Nick."

   I had a plan to talk her out of this, but seeing her smile and the
excitement in her eyes and the way she looked at me -"there was nothing
that I could do to stop tonight from happening.  Adrenaline shot through
me, making me shiver, and the Jameson that I drank earlier was settling my
nerves as intended.

   "I don't know where to start," I admitted.

   "Should I change into something sexier?" Anya asked.  "We could go to my
room."

   There was no need for that.  Anya was wearing compression pants of
black, with a colorful waistline, and heart-shaped embroidery that was
sparkling down her thighs.  The fabric shaped itself to her curves.  And up
top, she wore a simple white shirt that her nipples poked hard against.

   "No," I said.  "You're dressed fine.  If we went to your room, I'd feel
as though I were molesting you."

   Anya laughed.  "Thanks for making my first time romantic, Uncle Nick."

   My eyes snapped toward her.  "This isn't going to be your first time."
My mouth had gone dry.

   Anya smiled.  Her eyes looked at me with adoration and something else
-"something wicked that was hiding behind the light that sparkled within
them.

   "What was it that you wanted to know?" I asked.  "Exactly?" I sat on my
couch, on the center cushion.

   "Everything," Anya said.  "I know what everything is, but I've never
done anything with anyone.  My body is killing me.  I feel like I have too
much energy all of the time, and it makes me want to explode.  I want to be
touched and kissed and everything else."

   "Have a seat next to me," I said.  I had to suppress one of those
not-so-fun chills as it ran through my shoulders.

   "How about on your lap?" Anya asked.  "I feel like we're running out of
time."

   "They just left," I said, but each second that ticked away echoed in my
head.  God help me, but the urge to touch her body was stronger than my
willpower.

   "I'm going to sit on your lap," Anya said.  "I could call you Santa,
instead of Nick."

   "No," I said.  "Games are for later," I heard myself mumble.

   Anya's lips pulled into a smile.  She hopped to me in two long strides
and sat sideways across my thighs.  Her body sank into mind.  She pressed
herself against me, getting comfortable, and she wrapped her arms around my
neck.

   She waited, and blood rushed to my groin.

   My body stiffened.  I was unable to touch my grandniece, but my lower
body reacted to the light pressure of her weight.  My cock felt young
again, ready to fuck anyone willing to say, "Yes," and all of my walls
crumbled: my sense of right and wrong, morality, decency, everything
deteriorated under my grandniece's naughty and expectant gaze.
"Will you touch me?" Anya asked, shy-like.  "I have dreams of men

touching me almost every night."

   "Men," I said, lifting my hands to her body.  My arms felt like led
weights, but I managed to place my hands on her right thigh and left hip.
"Better?"

   "Yeah." Anya tilted her head right-to-left.  "Could you do it firmer,
Uncle Nick?"

   My heart thumped so fast that I could hear the beating of it in my
skull. I squeezed her hip, my fingers filling with her warm flesh, tight
and tender as only a teenager could be.  Anya sighed, and I dipped my
fingertips into the crease formed by her two thighs pressing together.

   "Aren't you going to kiss me?" Anya asked.

   My vision blurred for a moment.  My head emptied.  My cock swelled and
pushed into my grandniece's butt like a growing stalagmite, and I knew Anya
felts this.  She squirmed on my lap, rubbing her butt and the meat of her
pussy over my engorged knob.

   I pushed my head forward quickly and pecked my grandniece on the lips,
then broke the kiss as soon as it had started.

   "What was that?" Anya asked and laughed.  "Be serious.  My granddad
kisses me hello with more feeling than that."

   "I'm sorry," I sighed.

   "Do you even know what you're doing?" Anya teased.

   As awkward as this scenario was, the thought of being teased after three
weeks of no sex got the better of me.  I reacted.  I pressed my lips to my
grandniece's, full and firm, opening her mouth with my mine and causing her
to gasp.  Her tongue was quick to find mine.  She didn't kiss like a girl
who had never kissed before.

   "Mm, mm, umm," Anya moaned into my mouth.  Her hands held my cheeks,
holding me against her as our tongues slid together in a soothing, wet
glide.

   "Oh, wow," Anya said when we broke apart.  "Thank you." She was
breathing hard.  Her face was flushed a pretty shade of pink, like the
light during the early dawn.

   I kissed her again, but harder.  Her arms circled my neck, her butt
ground against me; her tongue gave way to mine so that I could taste the
warmth of her mouth.  I slid my hand up her thigh, my fingers sinking
between them as her legs opened for my passage upward.

   "Wait," Anya moaned when I was about to cup her between her legs.

   "I'm sorry," I said.  I was dizzy.

   Anya didn't get up from my lap.  She turned, twisting her body so that
she was straddling my thighs.  "Better," she said and kissed me again.

   I put my hands on her sides, above her hips, holding her with a tight
grip as she rocked her lower body against my erection.  I felt her blood
pounding through her body.  I slid my right hand around her back and
downward, caressing her firm, young butt.  I moved my left hand over her
flat stomach and under her white shirt, and I engulfed her right breast
with my palm.  For once, I was happy that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her
thick nipple dug into my skin, and I moaned as the pebbled flesh bent under
my touch.

   "I'm getting hot, Uncle Nick," Anya whimpered after a few minutes of
touching.  "So fucking hot."

   She rocked her hips against me, grinding her little cunny mound over the
pyramid that was tenting my slacks.  Was this want you wanted, Eve?  It's
what I wanted right now.  How was I going to explain this to my wife?

   "Wait, wait," Anya moaned again.  "I'm too hot."

   My grandniece stood, and before I could stop her -"I wouldn't have -"but
before that I could, she pushed her pants down her hips and upper thighs.
It took me a second to realize that she was not wearing panties as her
smooth, prominent mound came into view.

   "Anya," I groaned, my eyes focused on her lust-swollen, crescent lips.

   She sat on me again, this time rolling her hips like a stripper in the
champagne room.  Her motions were snake-like, her stomach muscles rippling
as she leaned back to watch her pussy grinding against me.  She held onto
my shoulder with her right hand while her left was in her hair -"she looked
like a professional cock-tease.  I grabbed her firm butt and helped her
ride my lap in the flowing, wave-like motions she created with her hips.

   "Can I touch it," Anya asked, her voice low, excited, and breathless. 
"Can I touch your dick?"

   "Yes," I said.  I lowered my body on the couch so that I was sitting at
an angle.  My hands left her ass with a scream of "No," and I undid my
belt, buttons, and zipper, pulling my cock out with difficulty.  It sprung
up, standing proud, the head red from the friction against my slacks.

   "Oh my god," Anya gasped as my thick, swollen member came into view.  I
managed to get her shirt off while she stared at my rock-hard prick.

   "Come on, baby," I said, grabbing onto her smooth butt again and rocking
her forward.  She resisted a little, at first, but the moment the head of
my dick grazed the soft lips of her warm pussy, any fear that she was
experiencing melted away.

   I mauled her young ass as she rubbed her pussy lips against the
underside of my shaft, wetting my girth with her horny, teenage cream. 
Anya smothered my cock with her delicate petals, giving my member a cummy
shine that made my shaft glisten.

   "Baby," I moaned, dipping my fingers into the crack of her ass, my pinky
fingers finding and rubbing the bottom of her pink slit.

   "Oh yeah," Anya gasped.  She fucked the underside of my cock, pushing my
solid member against my shirt, and trapping it between us.  She looked
down, staring at my cock, her lips parted, her eyes glazed, and her breath
coming in rushed pants.

   "Fuck, Anya," I moaned.  "Fuck me."

   Anya's head snapped up.  She stared at me.  Our eyes locked.  She
whimpered, "Okay, Uncle Nick."

   What my grandniece said registered in my head, but as my mind warned me
to stop her, my body refused to move.  Anya reached a hand between us.  She
wrapped her fingers around my shaft and pulled my glans down between her
legs.  The knob spread her lips to the sides, and then my cock-head found
her snug little muffin-hole.  She stared into my eyes and dropped her body
down onto my slippery prick.

   "Oh god," I moaned.

   "Oh god," Anya whimpered, her voice breaking as we tore away her teenage
virginity.

   I looked between us, at the beautiful sight of my thick cock stretching
her hot little hole, and I sighed.  Too late.  There was no going back.

   Anya looked at me, then down, then at me.  She bit her lip.

   "Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing my hands up and down her butt cheeks.

   "Yeah," she said, gasping.  "Help me take all of you."

   I held onto my grandniece's ass, with my thumbs locked around her hips,
and pulled her down in a twisting, circular motion that corkscrewed her
pussy onto my prick.  Her cream ran thick between us, making it easy for my
dick to slip into her slot.

   "Ah, ah, ah," Anya panted as my cock disappeared inside of her.  When
her little butt reached my balls, she sighed.

   "No more room," I said, breathing deep as Anya settled her inner channel
around my cock with small rocking motions.  We kissed, our tongues dancing
like two longtime lovers who had done this countless times before.

   "I think my pussy ran out of room inches ago," Anya groaned.

   I lifted her few inches, held her, and pumped my cock into her, harder
than I meant too, but I was excited.

   "Humph," Anya grunted, giving me a playful, take it easy on me, glare.
"That felt good."

   I held still and let my grandniece get used to my cock.  She wiggled her
butt, fucking just the length that was already inside of her.  I lowered my
head to her chest, needing to taste her big breasts and dusky-rose colored
nipples.  I pulled one of her thick buds into my mouth and sucked.

   "Oh, that feels so naughty," she moaned.  "You're my uncle."

   I sucked on the other one, licking around her areola while squeezing the
base of her tits in my hands, coning them outward in two beautiful swells
of flesh.

   "Fuck me, baby," I said while I munched on her breasts.  I dropped my
right hand to her ass.  "Fuck my cock."

   Anya moved her hips, matching the rhythm of my hand on her butt.  She
uttered soft hisses every time I sank into her.  Her pussy dripped with her
girlish honey, wetting us both and her eyes held a sensual smile, wicked
and nymph-like, as she pumped her pussy faster onto my solid mast of flesh.

   "Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh," Anya moaned in a rough, throaty cadence.

   My slender-bodied grandniece had me close to coming.  My cock throbbed
inside of her, pulsing with an energy that felt like a ring of light
shooting from my balls to the tip of my cock.  I reached between us, thumb
down and my palm facing Anya's mound, and found her clit.  I rubbed her
pearl with tender love, and Anya's eyes widened in shock.

   "God, god, oh god -"mm -"Uncle Nick!" Anya gasped, her pussy tightening
as she came on my dick.  I groaned; the massage around my shaft too
thrilling to withstand, and I spurted my cum into her young cunny as she
ground her twat over my prick, pushing and pulling my rod like a stick
shift.  She threw her head back and howled as a torrent of wet, juicy cream
soaked my balls.

   "Anya," I gasped as cum continued to shoot through my knob in thick
ropes that left my thighs shaking.

   I grunted.  Anya whimpered.  And I buried my head in her breasts,
sucking and kissing the sides of her perfect teenage tits while holding her
ass tightly in my hands.  We stayed like this until we regained our
breaths, our shaking and trembling fading away as our orgasms ended.

   "Baby," I said, still hard, and amazed that I was.

   "Oh, boy," Anya sighed.  She kissed me several times on the lips, small
fluttering kisses that reminded me of butterflies scattering into the sky.
"Thank you," she said between the touching of our lips.  "Thank you, thank
you, thank you."

   My phone buzzed.  I wanted to fuck again, but Eve was on her way home.
We cleaned ourselves, and I sprayed vanilla aerosol across the living room.
I lit incense and hoped it would disguise the scent of the sex that had
just taken place.

   Later that night, when we were alone in our dining room, Eve asked,
"What did you teach our niece?"

   "Grandniece," I said, wincing as the word left my mouth.

   "Our grandniece then?" Eve asked, laughing.  "Tell me; I'm dying to
know."

   "I" -"I sighed -""don't want to talk about it." I rubbed my brow. 
"Another night, all right?"

   "You don't mind if I talk to Anya, do you?"

   "Of course not." Shit.  "I'm going to go to bed." It was still early,
but I couldn't look Eve in the eyes right now.

   "Would you like me to bring you anything to drink?"

   "No," I said, but as I headed upstairs, I called back, "some hot
chocolate?"

   "Okay," Eve said.

   I didn't go to bed right away.  I spent half an hour in the shower until
my water went from hot to warm to cold, and finally to shockingly cold.  I
expected to feel a wash of shame come over me, or at least some guilt, but
nothing.  The only thing that I felt was the desire to touch Anya again. 
My wife was lying in our bed by the time I had finished my shower, and a
cup of hot chocolate was waiting for me on my nightstand.

   "You were in there a while," Eve said, but I heard the question in her
voice.

   "I kissed her," I said.  "I kissed Anya." I frowned.  "Touched her a
little, too."

   "I know," Eve said.  "I asked you too, remember?  Better you than some
predator." She rubbed my forearm and kissed me on the cheek.  "All girls
should be so lucky to have a man like you in their lives.  Our daughters
would be."

   I said nothing, but I felt a quiver run down the sides of my neck and
through my shoulders.

   "So you talked to Anya," I mumbled.

   "Of course I did," my wife said.  "Drink your chocolate.  Go to bed."

   I didn't ask what they talked about, but I figured it was no more than
some kissing and touching.  Anya wouldn't brag about fucking with me, would
she?  I drank my chocolate and fell asleep soon after, exhaustion hitting
me from nowhere.

   On any other night, I would have considered my dreams to be nightmares.
My daughters' faces haloed my head like cartoon canaries.  Anya was on her
knees in front of me, sucking, and before I could come, Noelle's head
floated down to take her place while Anya's head joined the merry-go-round.
Faith got into a shoving match with Noelle, and Belle snuck in between
them, but before she could fasten her lips to my cock, the dream ended.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Visited by Three Daughters

   I woke up to a pair of cum-stained pajama pants and a throbbing erection
that bordered on painful.  After a cold shower and the rest of my morning
routine, my prick had settled down.  I told Eve that I didn't feel well and
that I'd be spending the day in bed.

   When mid-afternoon arrived, Eve entered our room to tell me, "Your
daughters will be coming to visit you throughout the day.  They want to
make sure you're feeling all right."

   I almost asked, "No Anya?" but managed to say, "I'm okay.  I'm resting
these old bones for tomorrow night."

   "They worry about you," Eve said, her voice dropping in tone, to
something deep, on the verge of breaking.  "They know they have less time
with you than most girls have with their fathers." She rubbed the corner of
her eye.  "Like I did."

   "I know," I said.  "You shouldn't think about these things." I walked to
Eve, hugged her, and rocked her from side to side against my chest.  "I'm
not going anywhere.  You've been so quiet about your father this year that
I didn't want to talk about his anniversary."

   "I miss him," Eve said.  "Why did it have to be on Christmas?" She
buried her face in my shoulder, sniffling once.  "I talked to the girls
about my father, you know, after each one turned eighteen.  They understood
how much I loved him.  You'll see."

   I let her talk and drip tears until she was ready to go downstairs.

   Noelle was the first to visit me.  She pranced into the room wearing
Christmas leggings and a white top spotted with strawberries.  Her slim
stomach was bare, and she wore no bra.  It didn't bother me as much as it
used to, but still, one day, I'd have that conversation with my wife, and
she'd get them to dress more unsexy around me.

   "Not feeling well?" Noelle asked.  She crawled onto the bed and touched
my forehead.

   "I'm gathering my strength for tomorrow," I said.  "I'm fine, don't
worry."

   We watched A Christmas Story together, a personal favorite of ours. 
Midway through the movie, Noelle ran off to make us cups of hot chocolate.
I thanked her when she returned, and she crawled under the blankets with
me, curling up to my body, and shivering as she said, "You have a cold
room."

   I became keenly aware of her body against mine.  She was tall but thin,
and my big arm wrapped around her small shoulders made her seem even tinier
than she was.  She had her head on my chest and her right arm on my
stomach, cuddling me like I was a giant teddy bear.

   "You should shave your legs," Noelle said, as the movie approached its
end.  She ran her leg up and down mine.  "You're tickling me through my
leggings."

   "Then stop doing that," I said.  I put down my half-finished cup of hot
chocolate.  I was feeling it again: that youthful energy that made my groin
swell with adrenaline.

   Noelle laughed.  She rubbed my stomach under the blanket.  "Still flat
for an old man.  Mom is a lucky woman." She pushed down on my muscles,
spreading her fingers, closing them, spreading them.  "You'll be around for
a long time to come, but she worries."

   "She has her reasons," I said.  I tried to sink my butt deeper into the
bed, hiding my growing erection as my daughter's touch sent warm shocks
through my body.

   "I know," Noelle said.  "I understand.  Completely.  You'll see."

   When the movie ended, Noelle kissed me on my cheek, nearly grazing the
corner of my lips, and then she left the room.

   Belle was my second visitor of the day.  We watched another of my
personal favorites together: A Nightmare Before Christmas.  For this movie,
I sat against my headboard with my blankets bunched up at my waist.  I had
finished my hot chocolate.  I thought that Belle would sit next to me, but
she fell to the side, laying her head on my right thigh, too close for my
sensitive willy not to notice.

   Belle was into theatrics: modesty and shyness were a part of her
vocabulary.  Even at nineteen, she likes to act out the scenes to the movie
as they play.  When Oogie Boogie sang his song, Belle pulled me to my feet
to dance with her while she sang the words in a purposefully over-the-top
manner.  Everything was fine -"I had control of my penis -"until she
started bumping into me.  I had to sit down within a minute of her butt
brushing against my midsection.

   "Winded," I said, speaking the lie with a straight face when she frowned
at me for sitting down.

   "You're okay, right?" Belle asked.  "Should I get Mom?"

   "I'm a little under the weather," I said, but I took note that despite
her words, her voice was light and not nearly as strained with concern as
she was letting on.

   Belle continued to dance next to the bed.  Her clothes were smaller than
Noelle's.  She wore a pair of boxer-like shorts turned down at the waist
and a white tank top with no bra.  Every turn of her body flipped her hair
and shook her breasts, distracting me from the movie.

   Noelle spun when the movie ended, falling across my lap.  I caught her
just in time, pulling her into my arms toward my stomach and away from my
semi-hard erection.  I breathed a sigh of relief, but as my right arm
caught her under her back, my fingers curled into the side of her breast.
She didn't seem to notice as she laughed and said, "Good catch, Daddy."

   When she left, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief that didn't last long.

   Faith entered my room sometime during the evening.  My adrenaline had
worn off by then, thankfully, but Eve's East Asian appearance and strange,
punkish-eighties style made her look like a half-dressed dark elf plucked
from the pages of a comic book.  It was an incredibly sexy look that an
eighteen-year-old shouldn't have.

   We watched Scrooged together, but our talking interrupted most of our
watching.  Another thought bugged me as we spoke: why wasn't my body
reacting to Faith as it did her sisters and cousin?  Did I find her less
attractive?  I studied her when I could, but I found her as beautiful as
any woman I had ever known.

   Why did I ask myself that?

   "Anya was happy today," Faith said toward the movie's end.

   "Was she?" I asked, feeling a flush come on.

   "She was glowing," Faith said.  "She looked refreshed.  As if someone
had pumped her full of energy."

   I coughed and choked on the air I was breathing.  "That's good, isn't
it?" I finally managed to ask.

   "I think she has a boyfriend that she's hiding from us."

   "How come you girls don't have any boyfriends?"

   "Because we want men," Faith said, laughing.  "Big and strong, like
you." She punched my arm.  "Solid as a shit house."

   I flushed, but I also laughed.  "I think you mean brick house."

   "Whatever," Faith said.  "You're solid, but if it makes you happy,
Daddy, soon we'll have a man in our lives."

   "Soon?" I asked.  "We?  All of you, just like that?  One man?"

   Faith didn't say a thing.  I watched her profile.  Her lips tightened.
Her eyes narrowed.  She looked like she was telling herself, Fuck, fuck,
fuck -"I fucked up.  It was a look that she wore when I used to catch her
in a lie.

   "Sooner rather than later, right?" Faith said.  She turned, kissed me on
the cheek, and slid off the bed.  "I'm a little tired.  Feel better. 
You're playing Santa tomorrow."

   She left, and I was able to relax and think about her strange behavior
for a little while.  Eve came up half an hour later, with another cup of
hot chocolate for me to drink.  "Anya's coming up.  I'll keep the girls
distracted for an hour."

   "No," I said, but not with any sincerity.  "No more of that." I'm a
terrible actor, I thought as I heard the tone of my voice fall flat when
added to the words I had uttered.

   "I put some whiskey in it," Eve said.  "Drink.  Remember, we're doing
this for her.  We're doing it for our family."

   "We?"

   "It's only kissing, right?"

   "Right," I said, laughing and shrugging.  "What else would it be?"

   "She's curious and excited," Eve said.  "Like I was, with you.  I can't
blame her." Eve smiled.  "Do this until her excitement wears off, and she
meets a man who doesn't have the screen name: BigDick4YouLittleGirl."

   I laughed.  "That's who she tried to send the pictures to?"

   "I don't know; I made it up.  Now drink."

   I frowned, but I was excited.  I drank the hot chocolate and whiskey,
the bite of the alcohol mellowed by the chocolate flavor.  I wanted
another. When Eve left, she reminded me, "You get an hour with our niece.
Make the most of it." Why had she emphasized niece?

   I got up to brush my teeth and rinse my mouth.  My cock hardened within
a few minutes of leaving the restroom and getting back into bed.  Within
ten minutes, I felt superhuman below the waist.  Fuck, I started to ache. I
needed -"god, I can't believe what I needed and who was about to give it to
me.

   Five minutes after getting into bed, my grandniece entered the room.  I
had my hand on my pants, rubbing my cock when the door opened.  Careless, I
thought.  What if Eve had decided to come back?

   Anya slipped inside, closing the door and locking it.  She was wearing a
loose gray shirt with a low curving neckline and checkered shorts.  Her
eyes brightened when she saw me touching myself, and without a word, she
pushed her shorts and her panties down her legs.  Her shirt was not long
enough to cover her smooth mound or the pouting lips below.

   "We have an hour," Anya said.  She rushed to the bed, jumping onto it
and crawling to me on all fours, a sexy feline on the prowl for fun.

   We kissed, wrapping our arms around each other as our tongues danced
together.  She tasted like mint candy with a touch of something sweet.  My
heart sped up, my blood roared through my veins, and my cock swelled as if
powered by a nuclear reactor.

   "I want to do something," Anya said between kisses.  "Something I saw on
a website.  I want to suck your dick, Uncle Nick."

   My arms tightened around her body.

   "Please?" she pouted.

   "Yes," I moaned into her mouth.

   Anya broke away from my lips and turned sideways to my crotch, her ass
up, her shirt falling up her back to show off the upward slopes of her
butt. She reached for the waistband of my shorts.  I helped her take them
off, and then I threw off my shirt so that I was naked in front of my
half-clothed grandniece.

   Anya smiled, devilish.  She ran her hand through my treasure trail up to
my chest, curling her fingers in my graying hairs and pulling with a
teasing tug.  I felt a surge of pride that I had kept myself in shape
throughout my life.  I wasn't who I was, but I was far from the soft body
that a retired man of my age was expected to have.

   Anya lowered her hand to my cock, curling her fingers about the base. 
She shook it up and down, laughing.  She looked me in the eyes before
lowering her mouth and licking my glans with her tongue.  She tasted the
spongy head, looked at me, smiled wide, and went back to licking my knob
like a girl with a lollipop.

   "Ah, fuck," I moaned, reaching over her back to lay my fingers between
her upraised ass cheeks.  I cupped her crap with my middle three fingers,
lowering them until I slid between the soft petals of her tender, wet
pussy.

   "Ooh," Anya whispered when my fingers touched her between her thighs. 
She sank her butt back against me and took the head of my cock into her
mouth.  Her tongue swirled around my tip, wetting the big crown before she
tried to lower her mouth down my shaft.  Her spit flowed, dripping over my
hard length, and lubing me for her throat.

   "Fuck Anya, oh fuck," I groaned when she was halfway down my dick.

   Anya moaned loudly around my cock.  She grunted, trying to take more,
and choked a little, but fought to slide my shaft deeper into her throat.

   "Take my dick, baby," I gasped.  I hadn't talked like that in some
years, but the young animal in me was waking up.  I rubbed my grandnieces
pussy lips from side to side as she kept on sucking.

   Her spit hit my pubic hairs, but her mouth had more meat to take.  Anya
pulled her lips from my cock, gasping and choking, her mascara running. 
She was a beautiful, messy sight.

   "You don't have to take it all." I brushed a tear from the corner of her
eye.  "You're doing great."

   "I want to take it all," Anya said.  "Help me." She looked at me with a
teasing, almost predatory glare, adding: "Uncle Nick."

   There was something wicked about a family member addressing you like
family while sucking your cock.  More so than the act.  I nodded, taking
Anya by the back of the head and pushing her down toward my prick.  She
opened her mouth, my knob brushed past her lips, slid over her warm tongue,
and pressed into the hot tunnel of her throat.  My grandniece choked.  Her
wet throat muscles clung to my shaft, and she breathed hard through her
flaring nostrils, fighting my length, and shaking her head.  She went down,
down, down, until her lips mashed against my pubic hair.

   I held her for a moment, two, then let her go, and she pulled off my
member and gasped for air.  She laughed and wiped her eyes, but she smiled
with pride and maybe a little bit of embarrassment as she waited for my
reaction.

   "You're a natural," I said.

   "You're going to have to let me practice," she said and sat back on her
heels, knees open and spread, and her pussy slick with juice.  "I want to
be able to deep-throat a big dick like yours."

   I moaned.

   "I want to fuck again," she said, biting her lower lip and holding the
bottom of her shirt, stretching it low between her folded legs as she
waited for my answer.

   "So do I," I said.

   Anya let go of her shirt and straddled my hips, pushing me until I was
lying down.  She was standing on her knees, her pussy over my cock, my knob
mashing against her warm, wet lips.  Her pudding-soft pussy hovered above
my mushroom tip.  She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her dripping
slot across my saliva-wet knob.

   "I want you to fuck me good," she whined, her cheeks turning crimson
after she uttered those words.

   Anya grabbed my cock under the glans, pushing them through her lips and
into her hole.  She found a good fit, and then she slid down my shaft,
uttering a soft, "Uh," as I penetrated her cunny with the big head of my
prick.

   I held her hips, pulled her down, taking my time to stretch her
near-virgin cum-canal with my meaty rod.  My grandniece moaned the entire
way down my shaft, her juices dripping over me as her slick pussy walls
clung to my fuck-pole.

   "Fuck, Uncle Nick," Anya groaned when her butt touched my thighs, and my
short hairs tickled her swollen clit.  "Big.  So fucking big." She leaned
forward, planting her hands on either side of my head, her shirt hanging
low.  I grabbed the hem and wrestled the shirt from her body.  She fell
back onto her hands once I had her naked.

   "Fuck me," she whispered.  "Pound me."

   I put my hands back on her hips, grasping her tight, and I started
pumping my cock into her twat.  Her ass bounced into the air, falling back
down when my cock withdrew, only to be driven back upward as I thrust my
rod back into her pussy.  Her walls clung to me, her inner muscles
massaging my shaft and squeezing my girth as if trying to make my cock
slimmer for a more natural fit.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh," Anya whimpered with each hard poke into her warm guts.
Her pussy slipped and slid over my dick, her cream flowing between us.

   "Anya, Anya, Anya," I moaned, grabbing onto her ass.  I bent my knees
and planted my feet on the mattress and fucked my hips upward.  My sack
bounced against her bottom as I pumped my dick into her snatch.

   "Yeah, oh yeah," Anya moaned, her voice rising, her excitement coming
through with each word.

   "Touch your pussy baby," I told her.  "Play with your clit for me."

   Anya put her hand between our bodies.  Her knuckles touched my trimmed
pubic hair as her fingertips found her clit.  Her face broke into a wild
array of strained patterns.  Her lips parted, her panting increased, and
she cried out, trembling, and coming within moments of petting her shiny
pearly.

   "Oh god," Anya moaned as she came.  "Fuck, Uncle Nick, oh fuck!"

   Her cum soaked my shaft down to my balls and the insides of her thighs.
I cried out as her little love canal tightened around my thickness.  My
back arched off the bed, my groin lifting her body into the air, and I
came, spewing a thick, warm stream of sperm into my grandniece's spasming
snatch.

   "Anya, baby," I said, my hands on her ass and holding her to me as I
spurted my cum into her hole.  I held her tight, and ground my cock in
tight circles, making her grimace as I rubbed the deepest depths of her
insides.

   "Oh, fuck," Anya groaned as I lowered my butt back to the bed.

   "Oh my god, what are we doing?" I asked, my guilt coming through after
the fact.

   "The right thing," Anya said into my shoulder, her breath hot.  "I love
you so much . . .  like I loved my father."

   I closed my eyes.  Anya and Eve had too much in common.  "I love you
like you were my own daughter," I said.  I slid my hands up to her
sweat-beaded back and hugged her to me, her breasts mashing against my
hairy chest.  "I mean it."

   "Thank you," she whispered and pressed her lips to mine.

   We held each other until I came to my senses.  I had Anya shower while I
watched the door, and then I showered, telling her not to leave until we
were both dry.  Later, in bed, while Eve slept next to me, I wondered what
in the hell I had gotten myself into, and if I wanted out.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Christmas Eve

   I woke without the aching erection for a change, much to my surprise and
happiness.  I had morning wood, but it wasn't straining like a beast locked
in chains.  Downstairs, I found a bigger surprise waiting for me: a throne.
A Santa chair, custom made and carved with all sorts of jolly Christmas
scenes.

   "Merry Christmas," my wife and my daughters, and my grandniece screamed
as one.

   Everyone looked excited and ready for my reaction.  "Oh, wow, where was
this ten years ago?" I asked, while my mind shouted: Expensive!

   "Merry Christmas," Eve said.  She hugged me and whispered, "I can't wait
to sit in Santa's lap."

   "Open our gifts," Noelle said.

   My daughters were on the couch with wrapped boxes on each of their laps.
Eve led me to my Christmas throne, and then my daughters, from the oldest
to the youngest, including Anya, stood and sat in my lap one at a time, and
handed me a box.

   "Thanks," I told each of them, kissing them on the cheek as I opened
their present.  Holding my daughters and opening my presents wasn't easy,
but we made it work with a jostling of bodies, bumping of limbs, and in
Anya's case, an accidental breast rub and a not so accidental cock touch. I
could have screamed at her.

   Noelle's gift was a beautiful cashmere Santa's coat, with fur and
leather, and big decorative brass buttons.  Belle's box held pants of the
same material.  Faith's had leather boots just my size, and Anya presented
me with a Santa's cap.  My wife pulled a bag from behind the chair and
said, "Gifts from Santa, to be passed around later tonight."

   The rest of the day went by fast.  I cooked a light dinner.  Eve started
sipping wine early, but not too much.  I could see the smile on her face,
tainted by the memories of the past.  Several times I hugged her or danced
with her to the Christmas music we had playing on our sound system.  She
let a tear fall once, twice, but she told me, "Everything will be better
tonight.  You'll see.  And for every Christmas to come from now on."

   "Of course it will," I said, and let her continue sipping her wine
without complaint.

   Day faded into night.  Eve allowed the girls a glass of wine each at
dinner and another an hour later.  They smiled, laughed, and shared secret
looks that I assumed was due to the wine.  It wasn't every day we allowed
them to drink.

   "Time for Santa to make an appearance," Eve said an hour after sunset.

   "I wonder where he could be," I said, as I had said many years ago. 
"Everyone, have a seat in the living room, let me see if I can go find
Santa for you?" I looked up.  "Hear that?  I think I hear something on the
roof."

   My daughters laughed.  It was corny.  I blushed, but the nostalgia sent
a buzz through my cheeks when I saw the smile on my daughters' and Anya's
faces -"on my wife's.

   I went upstairs, and Eve followed, telling me, "I bought an outfit too."

   I changed in the bedroom, not bothering with a shirt under my coat
-"Eve's instructions -"while Eve disappeared into our walk-in closet.  The
cashmere felt smooth against my skin, electric.  I finished first, waiting,
and my jaw dropped when Eve stepped back into the room.

   "Santa needs a Mrs.  Claus, doesn't he?" she asked.

   Eve was wearing a Mrs.  Claus dress, but only if Mrs.  Claus dressed in
lingerie.  The coat was rich red satin, ankle-length, and trimmed in white
fur.  The coat formed a bra for her breasts, but her cleavage was on
display, her tits pushed up into two handful-sized hills.  The coat left
her trim stomach bare as it flared open below her breasts and did nothing
to hide her matching, hip-hugging booty shorts made of transparent lace. 
She stood taller than normal, but white fur from her knees on down hid the
size of her heels.

   "The girls are waiting," I said.  "We don't have time to -""

   "Then hurry," Eve said, her smile relaxed by the wine she had drunk.

   I watched as she left the room.  I snapped out of my daze and chased her
downstairs, but she was in the living and standing by my chair and the
Santa bag before I could reach her.  The girls said nothing about their
mother's attire, though Belle's cheeks were pink, and Faith wore a shy
smile.

   "Sit, Dad, I mean, Santa Daddy," Noelle said, and the way she had said
Daddy raised goosebumps across my shoulders.

   I sat.  My mind as a fog of confusion blanketed my mind.  No one said a
thing.  Eve had dressed in lingerie with a glass of wine in her hand, and
no one said a damn thing.  I looked at her: her panties were sheer.  I
could see the shadow of her pubic hair.  What the fuck was going on?

   Eve reached into the Santa bag and handed me a box.  Faith's name lay
stamped on the gift tag, and I looked at my daughter and spoke her name.

   Faith stood and sat on my lap.  She hugged me around the neck and kissed
my cheek and said, "Thank you, Santa." She wiggled her butt as she opened
the gift, and what she pulled out caused my jaw to drop.  In the box was
more lingerie.  It was a white bodice with white, fingerless lace gloves, a
Christmas-colored plaid scarf, and a miniature top hat with a short veil.

   "Thank you, Santa," Faith said, kissing my cheek again.  She wiggled her
butt on my lap, causing my cock to plump up like a warm sausage.  "Thank
you, Daddy," she whispered in my ear.

   She stood, and Belle sat in my lap.  Eve handed me a box that had
Belle's name on it.  I gave it to my middle daughter, my fingers numb. 
Belle's box held nothing but a very long bow and a Christmas cap.  She
thanked me as, "Santa," but also whispered, "Thank you, Daddy," before
getting off my lap.

   Noelle came next.  She sunk right into my lap.  Belle's bottom had
finished what Faith's butt had started.  There was no hiding the rock-hard
erection digging into my eldest daughter's backside.  She opened her box,
and inside was red and black lingerie, with fishnets and a garter belt and
black lace boy shorts trimmed in red.  They had a slit in the crotch.

   "Thank you, Santa," Noelle said, kissing my cheek and adding, "Thank
you, Daddy."

   Anya sat in my lap next.  When the gift for Anya turned out to be green
and white lingerie with stockings, a little frilly skirt, and reindeer
horns, I wasn't even surprised.  The other three gifts still had me
stunned. Anya kissed my cheek, saying, "Thank you, Santa," and then she
licked my earlobe, adding, "Thank you, Uncle Nick."

   "Go try them on," Eve said.  "Santa needs to see what kind of girls you
are: naughty or nice."
My daughters and grandniece raced upstairs.  I looked at Eve.  A thin

lacquer of wine filmed her eyes.

   "What the fuck is going on?" I managed to ask, my voice thick with
disbelief.

   "We should talk," Eve said and sat down on my lap.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Eve

   "The girls understand," Eve said, touching my close-trimmed beard.  "I
told you that I talked to them."

   "Eve -""

   "Shh," Eve said.  "Let me talk, Santa." She put her finger to my lips.
"They understand how I felt about my father.  I loved him.  He loved me. 
Understand?"

   I couldn't talk or nod or move.

   "I told Noelle first," Eve continued.  There was a slight slur to her
words.  She smiled at some memory swimming through her head.  "She
understood.  She understood how I could let my father be my first love.

   "Belle was next.  She understood, but it took her longer to see my way
of thinking.  Not because she didn't want to, but because she was afraid
that you might say no." Eve brushed my cheek with a finger.  "Rejection can
be scary."

   "You were sleeping with your father," I whispered.

   "Mm-hmm," Eve said, nodding.  "Until he passed away.  Twenty-six years
ago tomorrow.  I miss him so much.  I love you just as much -"more, even
-"than I loved him, but he was my father.  There is no man in a girl's life
like her Daddy."

   "Eve," I said, but that's all I said as I watched her eyes shimmer.

   "Faith and Anya came last." A tear fell from Eve's right eye, slipping
down her cheeks in a single river of sadness.  "I explained how unfair it
was to them that I fell in love with a man who wouldn't be around for as
long as they deserved."

   "I may live to be a hundred," I said.  "There's no telling when I might
go."

   "Exactly," Eve said.  "Poor Anya, she's going to lose two fathers in one
lifetime.  But our daughters understood the bond I had with my father, and
after listening to me and comforting me and talking to me, they wanted to
have that same bond with you."

   "My god," I whispered.

   "We've been planning this for months," Eve said.  "How the girls dress.
How they talk to you.  How they tease you.  I've been crushing up Viagra
and putting it in your drinks for most of December.  On the night you said
no to Anya, I crushed up a Valium and put it in your whiskey."

   "Jesus," I said.  "You've been drugging me."

   "Mm-hmm." Eve nodded.  "I had to.  It was for the best."

   "And Anya -""

   "Got to be the first of our girls to give you her love and her
virginity," Eve said.  "I knew it would be easier for you to say yes to her
-"a grandniece, but after that, how could you deny your daughters the same
kind of love?"

   I let out a long breath.

   "I lost my father during this holiday." Eve wiped away another tear.  "I
want our girls to have a memory of Christmas that will last them forever
and as silly as this might sound: I may find closure with my own father's
passing if I could help pass on our kind of love to our girls."

   I wanted to feel sick.  I wanted to be upset.  I wanted to react with
any emotion but the emotion that my heart was pumping through my veins.  My
erection didn't go down.  I didn't feel sick.  I wasn't upset.  I was
beaten, and I was broken, and I was willing.

   Eve reached into her coat's built-in bra and pulled out a small blue
pill.  She held it in her palm.

   "I think you might need a little help.  You have four beautiful girls
waiting for you upstairs.  You're going to need some help.  Take it."

   I stared at the pill.  I worked my mouth until my saliva flowed.  Eve
kissed me on my chin, then my jaw, and then she licked my earlobe and
kissed me on my lips.

   "Nick," Eve whispered into my ear.  "Believe me from my own experiences:
there is no greater feeling in the world for a daughter than to have their
father inside of them.  You'll never share a deeper connection to our
daughters than when you make love to them."

   "God, help me," I said.  "I want to."

   "Merry Christmas, Daddy." My wife slid her tongue into my mouth, the
soft, wet muscle gliding smoothly against mine before she took it away. 
"Make it one that our daughters will forever remember."

   I took the pill from my wife and swallowed it.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   A Family Christmas

   Eve went upstairs to retrieve our daughters, her long legs slipping from
between the front slit in her satin coat.  Her bare thighs made my cock
strain.  I may have made love to Anya, but I had been denied my wife's body
for three long weeks, and now it was our offspring that she was presenting
to me.  All the rules I had learned of morality and decency had left me as
Eve departed the room.

   My girls descended the stairs in the order of their birth, having
changed into their Christmas gifts, their faces decorated with beautifully
applied cosmetics.  They looked as if they had stepped from a Victoria
Secret's catalog, and I wanted to take pictures of them.

   Noelle's lingerie caused my heart to flutter.  A rich, red bra with lace
trim covered her small tits, while her panties were black and transparent.
She wore a red and white garter belt that connected to black fishnet
stockings.  Her exposed thighs, stomach, and arms glowed golden in the
light.  She sat closet to me on the couch, next to my Santa throne.  Her
legs parted, revealing the slit in her panties that emphasized her silky,
pink pussy.

   The beauty between her thighs had trapped my eyes.

   "My gift for you," Noelle said, rubbing her hands over the insides of
her thighs.

   Belle walked down the stairs next, her graceful, womanly body flowing
like a dancer with each step.  She wore a ribbon-dress and nothing more
-"her legs, thighs, butt, stomach, shoulders -"all bare.  The ribbon was in
the shape of Y, crossing over her shoulders and tied in a bow over her big
breasts.  The Y continued downward over her stomach to caress the curve of
her pussy, and when she spun, I saw it ran up between her creamy buns like
a thong.  She sat next to Noelle, blushing, but smiling brightly at me.

   My youngest was next: my olive-skinned angel.  She wore a short, white
cotton onesie, that displayed her firm, coltish legs to my eyes.  The
onesie connected behind her neck, with a V-split down the center of her
body to her crotch, and it cupped her young pussy as if seeking entry into
her tiny slot.  Faith accessorized with a miniature top hat, a plaid
Christmas scarf, and fingerless, lacey-white gloves.  She spun in front of
me, winking as she sat, and a smug, "I know you want this," smile graced
her face.

   Anya came last, the sacrificial virgin, sent to set me down the path of
the transgressor.  I would owe her forever.  She wore a green lace
half-bra, her pinkish nipples jutting over the cups.  Around her waist was
a matching wavy skirt that did nothing to hide her even smaller panties
that barely concealed her slit, leaving her outer labia exposed, and butt
cheeks bare.  Candy cane striped stockings covered her legs.  She smiled
with pride as she sat with my daughters -"where she belonged.

   My mind had gone numb with lust and excitement.  Each one of these girls
was a Christmas dream come true, and my cock had gone from hard to
impossibly hard, the ache of release straining through my shaft in a
pulsing flare of magnetic energy.  And the Viagra had yet to kick in!  Eve
walked behind the couch, spreading her arms and smiling at me.  I'm about
to have sex with my daughters.  Why don't all families live like this? 
Maybe they do.  Perhaps it was more common than I thought.

   I looked at Eve, at a loss for how to start.

   "Ask Noelle what she would like for Christmas," Eve suggested.

   I cast my eyes over Noelle's half-covered body.  "Come, sit on Santa's
lap," I said.

   Noelle walked to me, sitting more to my right side so that she could
face her sisters and mother while getting comfortable on my lap.  She
wasted no time in finding my cock and planting her butt firmly against it.
"Santa," Noelle said.  "I would like for my father to kiss me this year. 
Like a woman deserves to be kissed."

   All the pressure in the world fell onto my shoulders at the moment.  As
a father, I hoped that I wouldn't let my eldest down as I lowered my lips
to taste my daughter for the first time.  The spark that connected us
ignited before our lips touched, bringing us together with a current of
electricity that fused us into one person for the rest of eternity.

   Noelle's lips pressed hot against mine, her tongue hotter, and her taste
imprinting itself in my memory forever.  Soft purrs emanated from deep
within her throat as our mouths slid against each other.  My hands felt big
on her slender body.  I pulled her to me, cupping her butt with my right
hand and touching her right thigh with my left.

   I might have kissed her forever if Eve hadn't of said, "We have a lot of
time tonight, St.  Nick.  Your other girls deserve their turns."

   "Thank you, Daddy," Noelle said, then added, "I mean, Santa."

   She stood and sat down next to Belle, who rose to take her place on my
knee.  Belle sat on my lap, taking the time to adjust her butt on the head
of my rock-hard prick.  I was bolder now, more confident, and my hands
touched her warm flesh without hesitation.  I could tell Belle was
embarrassed, and that turned me on even more.

   "I can feel butterflies in my stomach," Belle said.  She ran her hand
over my coat as I pushed my cock against her ass.  She undid several brass
buttons, her breath coming fast.  "I want to feel your chest." She slid her
hands into my coat, her fingers playing with my hairs, and then, she
surprised me by pinching my left nipple.

   "Ah," I said, exhaling the word.

   "Santa," Belle whispered, "for Christmas, I want my father to kiss me
and suck on my breasts."

   "I should have asked for that," Noelle said.

   Faith smiled and tapped Noelle's thigh.

   "Belle has very sensitive nipples," Eve warned me.

   The blush on my daughter's face deepened.  My wife's smile told me she
knew why Belle's nipples were sensitive.  Were all fathers so blind to what
happened beneath their roofs?

   Belle melted against me when I kissed her.  Her full, soft lips felt
like fresh-baked cinnamon rolls and just as hot.  Our tongues met; the
kissing smooth and sweet, my lips moving to the feel of my daughter's
desires.  Belle was a romantic -"my loving daughter -"and I could only
treat her as such.

   "Daddy, unwrap me," Belle whispered between kisses.

   I lowered my right hand from her bare hip to the uncovered cheek of her
butt.  Her breath caught as I squeezed her in a way fathers don't touch
their daughters.  With my left fingers, I untied the bow, the cups falling
away to expose her big, pink-nippled breasts to my hungry eyes.

   I took her right tit in my hand, her skin warm and round, her flesh
soft, yet firm because of her youth.  I kissed the tops of her breasts,
brushing my lips against them, watching her chest rise and fall the closer
to her nipples I came.  My tongue licked out, touching one eraser-thick
nub, and Belle gasped, her breath sharp and high pitched.  I sucked her
nipple into my mouth, and she ground her butt into my cock in the same
rhythm as my tit-sucking.

   "Daddy, oh, Daddy," Belle moaned, holding my mouth to her tits as she
pushed against me.

   "Faith gets a turn," Eve reminded us from the side.

   Belle groaned an exasperated, unfair sound.  She stood, her
ribbon-lingerie falling to the sides like a vest.  When she reached the
couch, my wife undressed her, and my middle daughter stood naked in front
of me, her pussy as smooth as a polished pearl, and her cunny lips
glistening with warm dew.

   Faith stood, breaking my stare.  She climbed onto my lap, straddling me
and crossing her wrists around my neck.  She was never one to be outdone by
her older sisters.  My youngest daughter sat on my cock, pushing her pussy
lips firmly on the head.

   "I think my Daddy made the naughty list this year," Faith said in a low,
sensual whisper.

   Eve laughed.  "Your youngest likes to watch porn.  She can get quite
filthy with her words."

   Faith eyed her mother with a sexy glare.  "Mom likes to watch porn with
me," she accused.  Her top hat sat at an angle on her head, which only made
her sexier.

   "And what does my daughter want for Christmas?" I asked, grabbing my
youngest girl's firm, round backside.  The cotton was so thin that I might
as well have been touching her skin.

   "Hmm," Faith said, wiggling her pussy against my cock, sighing as she
did.  "I want my Daddy's dick."

   "I get to go first," Noelle threatened.

   "I didn't say when," Faith pouted.  "Santa, I want to ride my father's
fingers until I come, and then I want to kiss your mouth while we lick my
cum from your hands."

   And my daughters were supposed to be virgins?

   Faith didn't ask for a kiss.  She kissed me.  Hard.  I could tell that
she had kissed before with the measured firmness that she was using, slowly
changing her motions to a soft and teasing lilt, with licks of my lips and
tongue as our mouths danced together.  I rocked her pussy against my cock
as we kissed, caressing her butt and sliding my fingers through the leg
holes of her onesie.

   "Daddy," Faith pouted.  "I asked Santa for you to play with my pussy. 
Don't you want your daughter's cum?"

   I groaned into her mouth as I kept my left fingers inside her onesie
from behind.  She wore no panties underneath her lingerie.  My fingertips
found the crack of her ass, ran through the hidden valley, touching her
asshole, causing her to tremble.  Faith's gaze was smoky as I found her
slit; the crease between her dark legs was warm and slippery with juice.

   "Right there, Daddy," Faith moaned.

   The front of Faith's onesie had three buttons below her navel, and I
unsnapped them.  I spread the halves apart with my right hand, catching a
glimpse of a very narrow landing strip of long, wild black hairs.

   "Do you want me to touch you, baby?" I asked.

   Faith bit her lip, looking at me with her pleading doe eyes, and nodded.
"Right here," she said, tapping her pussy through its cotton covering.

   I slid my right hand down her front, the heat between her legs warmed my
fingers like a cloud of steam.  As soon as I touched my daughter's swollen
clit, I slipped the fingers of my left hand between her soft pussy lips
from behind, just beyond her slit, to massage the pink meat of her virgin
hole.

   "Mm," Faith hissed, her sharp breath flaring her nostrils.  She humped
my fingers, swinging her pussy and ass against my digits.  Her undulations
were slow and winding, like a voodoo priestess dancing hypnotically to
strange mysticisms.

   "Kiss me," I said, my voice taking on the tone I used when I wanted my
daughters to know that they were in trouble.  Faith smiled, the look
playful, and she humped her twat faster against my probing fingers.  We
kissed, both of us sweating, our bodies rubbing together, her pussy
grinding on my cock with girlish enthusiasm.  If she didn't come soon, I
would.

   "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Faith chanted, staring into my eyes, her hips now
twisting in circles, her stomach muscles rippling as she covered my fingers
with her cum-rich cream.

   I couldn't come yet, I wanted to, but I couldn't.  My youngest was
trying to make me jizz, acting like a brat to annoy her oldest sister.  I
rubbed Faith's wet nub harder, grinding it against her pubic bone while
pumping her pussy harder over my cock -"rougher.  Her eyes narrowed, her
hips picked up speed, and her jaw trembled.

   "Dad," Faith moaned for my ears only.  "You're going to make your
daughter come."

   I pushed her throbbing button one more time, then swished it side to
side.  Faith flung her head back, the top hat never moving.  She looked at
her sisters -"at Noelle -"and moaned, "Daddy's making me come."

   Faith drenched my fingers with her juices.  I let her ride them until
she ceased her movements, and then I lifted my hand from her onesie so that
we could kiss and lick my fingers together.  The taste of my daughter's cum
was the same taste of sweetness that was on Anya's lips the night before.
After our kiss, Faith joined her sisters on the couch.

   Eve was staring at me.  She knew that the look in my eyes meant that I
was close to coming.  "Anya," she said.  "What would you like from your
uncle?" Eve rubbed our grandniece's shoulders.  "I bet you'd love to taste
his cum."

   "Yes," Anya said as her cheeks turned a rosy red.

   "Ask Santa, like a good girl," Eve said.  Noelle made a sound, but Eve
eased her protest by saying, "If your father comes now, he'll last longer
when he's inside of you."

   Noelle's frown turned suspicious, but she said, "Okay."

   Anya walked to me, wearing a smile as sensual as her green lingerie. 
"Can I sit on his cock?" she asked, looking at my daughters.  "I might not
get a turn tonight."

   Noelle rolled her eyes, but she smiled when she said, "Oh, all right,
it's Christmas." Belle nodded her head, but Faith added, "You can share my
father's dick with me when it's my turn to fuck him."

   Anya bent forward to undo the brass clasp of my belt.  Everyone watched
as she opened my Santa pants.  I lifted my hips when her fingers hooked
into my waistband and pulled downward, taking my pants and shorts with her.
Faith stood to get a better view.  Anya tugged the red pants down until the
head of my cock sprung free, shiny with pre-cum.

   "Oh, wow," Belle sighed, while Noelle uttered a soft gasp, and Faith
mumbled, "My pussy can handle it," sounding as if she were trying to
convince herself that she could.

   "Wasn't easy for me," Anya told my daughters.

   "From behind?" Anya asked.  She turned around, facing my daughters, and
moved between my open legs.

   I guided Anya backward by her hips.  The head of my cock pointed
straight toward her pussy as if it could smell the fuck-scent drifting from
between her legs.

   I ran my fingers under the floss of her G-string, lifting the little bit
of cloth away from the valley of her ass.  Her small, snug butthole stared
at me as I hooked the string over her left butt cheek.  Anya set her feet
apart as I pulled her down, opening herself wide for my daughters' curious
eyes.

   When the head of my cock touched Anya's soft lips, I gasped.  Together
we found her fuck-hole, and she struggled downward while I helped her take
my rigid member into her body.  She moaned as her pussy stretched around my
knob, and her tight walls opened for me.

   My daughters uttered little noises, soft moans, and excited breaths, but
nothing as sexy as Anya's guttural, "Uh," as my dick spread her tunnel for
the third time in our lives.

   "Anya, sweetie," I moaned as her little snatch gobbled up the length of
my slippery pecker.  When her butt reached my hips, I groaned and ground
her around my cock in a tight circle, rubbing her insides over the head of
my engorged prick, making her gasp.

   "Fuck her," Faith said, kneeling between our open thighs.  "Fuck her
hard, Daddy."

   Eve laughed.  "Be nice to your cousin."

   "Do it," Anya said.  "I can handle a few hard pumps."

   "I'm going to come in a few hard pumps," I said, holding her steady.

   "Tell me when," Anya moaned, arching her back as I flexed my dick inside
of her.  "I promise -"mm -"that I'll swallow."

   I took a steadying breath, trying to calm my tingling cock and
ready-to-bursts balls.  I slid my grandnieces pussy along my cock until
only my head remained, and then I pulled her down, not hard, but harder
than I had ever fucked her before.

   "Fuck," Anya grunted when I hit bottom.  Right away, I lifted her again
and dropped her back down, letting her weight force her walls apart as she
cruised down the length of my member -"another grunt, another lift, another
grunt.  I pumped my hips up to meet her helpless pussy, fucking her fast.

   "Uh, uh, uh," Anya whimpered in time with my jackrabbit thrusts.

   "Baby," I moaned, about to say more, but Faith reached between our open
legs and palmed my heavy balls, and rolled them in her hand.  "I'm going to
come!"

   Anya wrenched her body from my cock, twirling like a dancer and landing
on her knees in front of me.  My first rope of cum collided with her chin,
but the second rope fell on her tongue as she sealed her lips around the
head of my prick.  Her right hand found the base of my shaft, and she
jerked me off as soon as her fingers circled its thickness.

   "Anya, oh sweetie," I moaned loud, looking down as she pumped and sucked
the cum from my balls.  Her tongue ran wetly over my glans, creating a
magic that kept my white cream streaming through my shaft.  I was shaking
when my orgasm ended, and my thighs were tense, and my asshole had
clenched. Fuck, but that had drained me to the point of torture. Anya
popped her mouth off my cock, wiped her chin, and sucked down that first
errant stream of cum.

   "How did Santa's Christmas present taste?" Eve asked.

   Anya giggled.  "I liked it -"the taste of cum -"or maybe it's just the
family Nichols' cum that I like." She shared a look with Faith.

   "Noelle, it's your turn," I said and pushed myself from my chair.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Noelle

   "Honey," Eve said, "I think you're overdressed.  The girls deserve to
see you naked."

   I kicked off my boots and took off my socks.  My pants were already
around my ankles, so those came next.  My coat followed, but I left my cap
on my head.  Once again, I felt pride that I had kept my body in shape
throughout my life.  I was a tight package for a man in his sixties, and my
daughters' collective eyes said that they admired my effort.

   "Sexy, Daddy," Noelle said.  She was sitting in the middle of the couch
and had slipped down the cushion so that her butt was near the edge.  "I
get the first" -"she looked at Anya -""the second package of the night."

   Viagra or no Viagra, there was no way my cock wouldn't have stood
straight and tall with my daughter spreading her long, lean legs for me.

   "Daddy," Noelle said, "Will you make me come with your mouth.  I bet no
one can lick me as good as you."

   "Bitch," Faith whispered.

   Anya laughed.  Belle rolled her eyes.  Eve sipped her wine, sitting
sidesaddle on the back of the couch as she watched over us.

   I looked at my daughters.  Faith glared at Noelle, her lips set in a
bitchy smile, while Noelle had a teasing glint in her eyes.

   "Whatever my baby wants," I said, dropping between Noelle's open thighs.
I took her lacy panties in my fingers, spreading the seam open so that her
pink pussy came fully into view.  Her mound and her inner and outer lips
were as golden as the rest of her body, making her inner pink glimmer
brightly.

   I kissed my daughter's thighs, running my hands up and down her fishnet
stocking.  The silky material sent shivers through my palms that caused my
hands to tingle.  I licked upward, toward the heat and the sweet scent of
honey that emanated from her tasty center.

   Noelle spread her knees wider for me when I reached her upper thighs,
where the softer meat of her legs curved into her outer labia and the
under-swell of her small bum.  She was wet all over, and my tongue licked
up her floral flavor.

   I rubbed my thumbs up and down her inner lips, gently spreading her
petals open beneath her throbbing clit.  Clear, slippery pussy juice coated
her vertical opening, and I licked through her virgin softness with one
long scoop of my tongue.

   "Da -"Daddy," my daughter moaned.

   I licked through her tight crease again, using quick strokes against her
inner flesh.  I lifted my right forefinger to her hole, pushing in, and
moaning at the snugness of her snatch.  Her silky walls stayed tight,
unwilling to give way under my pressure without a fight.  How was my cock
going to last inside her little love box?

   I fucked my finger into Noelle to the first knuckle, then the second,
slowly working my entire finger into her softness.  I caught my wife's
eyes, looking back at some distant memory of her youth.  I licked Noelle's
pink jewel as it poked out from under its hood.  Her body jolted when my
tongue connected with her little pearl, and I pushed her nub against her
pubic bone as I slid my finger all the way into her sweet little pussy.

   "Ah, Dad, oh god," Noelle moaned, her back arching, and lifting her butt
off the couch and her pussy into my mouth.  She held my head with her left
hand while holding her mother's hand with her right.  It was an endearing
action, bringing her mother closer to her past.

   I continued slurping my daughter's twat, pumping my finger faster into
her, screwing it left and right as I spread her inner walls with each
thrust.  "Daddy, Daddy," Noelle cried, her pussy tightening, "I'm gonna
come," and she did, her juices wetting my chin with her virgin honey.

   Noelle' rode my face with her snatch as her body shook and trembled.  I
held my tongue straight out as she fucked her slit along the tip, letting
me suck up every ounce of her liquid heat.  I pulled back, allowing her to
catch her breath.

   Watching her small tits heave with her deep breathing sparked something
inside of me.  The snap of her bra was in front, and I unfastened it,
letting my hands roam over the small mounds on her chest.  Her long, hard
nipples were peach in color, and they made my mouth water.  I tasted each,
sucking her entire tit into my mouth while I cupped and played with the
other mound of flesh on her chest.

   "Fuck me, Daddy," Noelle gasped when I pinched her right nipple. 
"Please, fuck my little pussy."

   Belle slid next to her older sister on the couch, taking her other hand
in hers as I guided my cock between Noelle's legs.  Her creamy pussy lips,
swollen with lust and open for the fucking she craved, glistened beneath
the light of the room.  The head of my cock looked too big for her small
hole, but God had meant for pretty little pussies to stretch around a cock
as big as mine.

   "Are you ready, sweetie?" I asked as I rubbed the head of my prick
between her lips.

   "Yes, fuck," she said, gasping every time I flicked her clit with my
knob.

   I brought the bell-end of my cock to Noelle's hole; her pink meat closed
as her inner walls pressed together.  I pushed in, watching her back arch
and her ribs show, but she looked down, trying to watch as my cock spread
her pussy with man-flesh for the very first time.  The heat trapped within
her little oven could have melted butter, and we both let out long sighs
of, "Oh god," when her pussy full enveloped the head of my prick.

   I groaned low and loud, from deep within my chest as my thick shaft
entered her.  All eyes were on my cock as it opened the little clam between
my daughter's legs.  Faith and Anya stood to either side of us, while Belle
held her breath and watched from the couch.  My wife looked on with
longing.

   I held my daughter by her sides and pushed into the heat between her
thighs.  "Oh, Noelle," I moaned as the rest of my cock slipped into my
daughter's little cunny-hole.  "You're so soft, baby."

   "Uh," Noelle grunted when there was no more dick left to take.  "Fuck
me," she whispered, her eyes glazed and dreamy.

   How could I say no?  I pulled back, watching her lips chase after my
retreating shaft, and then I pumped in, watching as they collapsed inward.
Noelle moaned, and I continued to slide into her, changing the angles of my
thrusts as I held her hips to keep her steady.  She wrapped her legs around
my waist, using her muscles to hump up and down against my thrusting cock.

   "I can feel every fucking inch of you, Dad," Noelle gasped.  She let go
of her mother's and sister's hands, grabbing my wrists tightly.  "So deep,
Daddy.  So fucking deep."

   I grunted as her words spurred me to pound her little pussy faster.  Her
walls hugged every inch of my dick, welcoming me in with comfort and love,
and urging me on as they continued to grow wetter and wetter.  I was
gliding into her snatch as shivers ran up and down the sides of my shaft,
the head tingling.  I was getting close to creaming the little muffin
between my daughter's legs.

   I wanted my daughter to come.  I could see her skin flushing, her
stomach muscles rippling, her ribs showing through her slender body.  I
reached between us, spreading the slit in her lacy panties so that I could
thumb her pearl in a slow, circling massage that grew in speed.

   "Oh god, I'm coming," Noelle whimpered.  Her legs pulled me, locking me
against her body.  She swirled her hips in a clockwise motion, her smooth
insides kissing my knob, and I came, painting her pink walls with bursts of
thick, white cream.

   "Fuck," I moaned loudly, holding her hips and jerking against her, my
heart racing and legs shaking.

   "Daddy -"oh Daddy," Noelle sobbed as her pussy soaked us both.

   I fell forward as the last of my cum spilled from my balls.  Our bodies
rubbed together, her sharp nipples poking into my chest.  Everyone watched
us, there was no shame, and for Noelle and me, there was only us.  My
daughter's eyes filled with love as I leaned down to kiss her.

   I was blessed.

   "Dad," Faith said, rubbing my shoulders.  "Anya and I will be waiting in
my room." The girls kissed me on each cheek and raced upstairs.

   "I'll be in your room," Belle said.  "You don't have to rush.  I want to
make love to you in your bed."

   "I'll stay with Noelle," Eve said.  "Rest up so that you can enjoy our
daughters' love."

   "It's my favorite thing to do," I said, kissing my daughter one more
time.  "I love you, sweetie."

   "I love you too, Daddy," Noelle said, hugging me again.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Faith & Anya

   I took a quick shower before visiting Faith and Anya.  I needed a break,
even though my cock felt superhuman.  I made coffee, drank it, brushed my
teeth, and headed for Faith's room, where two young ladies waited.  My cock
grew with each step down the hallway, forcing me to stand at arm's length
when I knocked on the door to Faith's room.

   I entered, finding an adorable sight.  Faith had stripped off everything
but her cute top hat, her plaid scarf, and her lace gloves.  Only Anya's
stockings and little skirt remained on her body.  They lay in bed together,
kissing and touching each other's bodies, but their eyes lit up when they
saw me.  Faith's eyes grew big when she saw how hard she had made me, but
she said in her smug way, "I can handle you, Dad.  I gotcha covered."

   I chuckled, smiling as did and walked to the edge of the high set bed.
Faith's body captivated my eyes.  Her dark skin, like her mother's, was
nothing like mine.  Her breasts were smaller than Belle's and bigger than
Noelle's, capped by thick, dark nipples, both pierced with little barbells.
Her mound had a steep curve, and a thin line of hair -"grown long and wild
-"made her appear even more exotic than she was.

   The girls rolled onto their hands and knees and crawled to the edge of
the bed where I stood.  Faith circled her fingers around my cock, the
glove's lacey palm sending an electric pulse through my hard member.

   "Did you like fucking Noelle?" Faith asked.  "Did her pussy feel good,
Daddy, like a daughter's should?"

   "Jesus, Faith," I said.  "Where did you learn to talk like that?"

   "You don't like how I talk?"

   "I love it," I said.  "I used to talk like that."

   "Used to?" Faith asked.  "With a big dick like yours, you can say
anything you want to a little girl like me." She kissed the head of my
prick.  "I'm a slutty, little girl, who just happens to be your daughter."

   "You're bad," Anya said.

   "You're not a slut," I said.

   "I am for you," Faith teased.  "I'm your slut." She batted her eyes at
me.  "Don't you want me to be your slut, father?"

   "My little slut," I said, my knees growing weak.  I braced them on the
edge of the bed as Faith licked my glans, and Anya licked the sides of my
shaft.  Faith's tongue swirled around the tip as though she had done it
before.

   She likes to watch porn.

   "Daddy, you have two mouths to fuck," Faith teased.  "Come get them."

   "Yeah, fuck our mouths," Anya said, licking her lips.  "Faith was so
jealous when I told her that you let me suck your dick."

   Faith bumped her shoulder into Anya's.  Anya laughed, bumping her
shoulder back into Faith's.

   "Come on, Dad," Faith said, daring me.  "Fuck our mouths."

   A guttural groan escaped my lungs at the sound of my daughter's
forceful, yet sensual tone.  "How can I say no?" I asked.

   "Better not," Faith said.  "Or I'm telling Mommy that you won't touch
us."

   "Anya, roll onto your back," I said, moaning as her tongue left my
shaft. "Faith, get on top of your cousin, so when I give you a chance to
breathe, I can dip my cock straight into her mouth."

   "Bad Daddy," Faith said.

   Anya lay on her back, her breasts spreading out under their weight.  I
pulled her by the shoulders until her head hung off the edge, my cock only
a few inches above her lips.  Faith crawled on top of her cousin, kissing
her quickly before we got started, her dark tits rubbing against Anya's
creamy whites, their contrasting nipples merging.

   "Ready, Daddy," Faith said, breaking the kiss and looking up at me with
her big eyes.

   "Open your mouth, baby," I said, stepping forward and slipping my cock
between her lips.  My little girl never took her eyes from mine as she let
my pole slide into her mouth for the very first time.

   It was like sliding through warm silk spun from the softest threads from
around the world.  I shuddered, listening to my daughter's tiny whimpers,
uttered from the small of her throat, little purr like sounds that tickled
the underside of my glans until I was panting.

   I fucked my cock into my daughter's mouth while holding her head steady
with my hands.  She wouldn't look away from my eyes; she was both adorable
and curious at the same time, her eyes crying out, "Like this, Daddy?  Am I
doing it right for you?" I groaned as I pushed deeper into her throat, her
spit flowing around my cock and dripping from the corners of her lips. 
Anya wiped the wetness from Faith's chin and then used her wet fingers to
play with my swinging balls.

   "Oh, god girls," I moaned, slipping my knob to back of Faith's mouth. 
My daughter choked, so I eased off, watching as my shaft pulled her lips
back, then I fucked more into her oral chamber again, going a touch deeper.
"That's it, baby, suck on my dick."

   "Suck on your Daddy's cock," Anya whispered.  "You little slut."

   "Mm-mm," Faith moaned, her tongue swirling around the underside of my
shaft.  Her nostrils flared, and she pulled back on instinct when I fed her
too much meat.

   Holding her head steady, I pulled back and fucked half my cock into her
wet mouth with a rapid burst of speed.  When she gagged, I pulled out,
dropping my crown to Anya's lips and sinking into her warm mouth, pressing
in until she gasped for air.  I pulled out, her breath following me, then I
pushed back in, sinking low into her upside down mouth and entering her
throat.  I gasped when I saw the bulge of my cock in her neck.

   "Fuck me," Faith said, reaching down to touch her cousin's throat and
the impression of my prick.

   Anya choked loudly, so I pulled out.  She wiped her mouth, laughed, and
said, "Holy shit." She coughed again.

   "Do me now," Faith ordered.  "Get in my throat, you big bastard."

   "How dare you call your old man that," I said, holding my cock and
rubbing the wet head on her cheek.  I slid my knob to her open lips and fed
her my pole one slow inch at a time, working it into her mouth and then her
throat while her eyes watered, and she shook her head from side to side to
wiggle me in.

   Faith coughed, pulling her head back, but she had nowhere to go.  I took
it easy on my daughter and pulled out.  She sputtered, "No more." She
laughed.  "I can't.  Lie down, Daddy?  Please?"

   I lay on the bed, resting my head on a pillow.  Faith and Anya lay on
either side of my hips, taking turns licking and jerking the hard length of
my shaft.  They sucked on the tip and tasted my pre-cum as it seeped from
my slit with every jerk and pleasure-filled squeeze of their fingers.

   "Daddy," Faith said, after playing with my cock.  "I think it's time
that you take your daughter's pussy and make it yours."

   Her words sent a buzz through my scrotum.

   "Past time," I moaned.

   Faith closed her mouth around the head of my dick one more time, wetting
the large crown with her spit.  She slid her lips from my tip, licking the
slit, and said, "Good answer, Daddy."

   "Uncle Nick," Anya said, her lips resting against the underside of my
glans as she spoke.  "Can I sit on your face?"

   "God, yes," I said.  "But only after I watch Faith's pussy take my
dick."

   "My virgin pussy," Faith said, getting to her knees and straddling my
waist.  "Mom made us promise not to use anything bigger than our fingers
until after we had you."

   Faith rose above me, her top hat sitting at an angle, while her scarf
hung around her neck and between her tits.  The outfit added to her
sexiness, and images of cosplay porn danced through my head.  Faith braced
both of her hands on my stomach and humped her hips forward, flattening my
cock against my body.  Faith licked her lips and rocked her butt in
wave-like motions against me, her pussy folds spreading around my shaft as
she coated my dick with her cummy-juice and her butt ground against my
balls and upper thighs.

   "Mm, umm, mm," Faith moaned whenever her clit rubbed across the length
of my shaft.  "You're going to get your daughter's pussy soon," Faith
whispered.  "Nasty, naughty, Daddy." She pinched my left nipple.  "Bad
Daddy."

   Excitement surged through me at my daughter's words.  The emphasis of
being family sent pulses of excitement through my body.  Her dark skin
against my white, so different, and yet blood-related, brought dreams of us
out together: dinner, dancing, and kissing where anyone could see, but
they'd never be suspicious of the incestual bond that we shared.

   "Baby," I moaned, "Let me get inside of your body."

   "Okay," Faith whispered, quiet, and I could see the anxiety in her eyes
as she looked at my big dick.

   "Go slow," I whispered.

   "I will," she said, nodding her head.

   Faith lifted her round butt into the air.  My dick sprang straight up,
the spongy tip grooving between her pussy lips and finding her creamy hole
as if magnetized.  Faith bit her lower lip and looked at me, her eyes big
as she lowered herself onto my cock.  Her eyes narrowed when the head
popped into her hole, and she uttered a low and husky, "Ooh, Daddy," as I
tore through her cherry.

   I had her hips in my hands, and I helped ease her inner channel down the
length of my cock.  Her pussy was as soft and warm as a velvet blanket
fresh from the drier, and she squeezed me in the most delicious of ways. 
Halfway down my shaft, she sprung back up, the evidence of her virginity
smeared with her pussy juice on the neck and head of my cock.

   Faith continued sliding down my shaft, adding a roll to her hips to take
more of my meat on each thrust.  She breathed in small, sharp pants, while
her glistening lips stretched open, and her outer labia bulged thickly
against her inner thighs.

   "Almost there," I moaned.

   Faith looked upwards, moaning, "I know."

   "Pull her down," Anya whispered.

   "Bitch," Faith whispered, but then said, "do it, Daddy."

   I pulled my daughter down hard by her hips, sliding the last of my cock
into her, and feeling an unreal, rubbery constriction as I filled her muff
to the brim with my hard dick.

   "Jesus," Faith grunted.  "It's like I can feel you in my guts." She
panted, her bangs covering her right eye as she looked between us.  "Fuck."
I reached up to grab her small tits, squeezing them and feeling the metal
of her piercings against my palm.

   "Give me your pussy, Anya," I said.  "Let's see if I can make you two
teens come together."

   Anya straddled my face, bringing her smooth, slippery snatch to my
mouth. I heard my girls kissing above me.  I kept one hand on Faith's
breasts while I used the other to grab one of Anya's firm, muscular butt
cheeks.  As they kissed, my tongue delved into Anya's slot, parting her
tender twat meat as Faith's body rocked above mine, pushing and pulling on
my cock, then grinding over it in slow, circular motions.

   "Yeah, yeah, right there, Daddy," Faith moaned as she used my dick to
rub the walls of her warm canal.

   Faith continued twirling her little love muffin around my dick, her
sexy, rotations driving the head of my cock crazy with lust.  I could feel
her pussy opening under my thickness, fighting my cock with the need to
stay tight as her cunny muscles strained against the hardness of my shaft.
I was touching her somewhere deep, and she'd growl ever time my knob rubbed
some hidden node within her depths.

   "Right there, Daddy, right there," Faith cooed, her voice soft and
dreamy.

   "Uncle, Uncle Nick," Anya moaned as I licked her and she rubbed her
clit, my forefinger resting on her pink asshole.  "I'm going to come," and
when she said this, she rocked her pussy against my tongue until she
drenched my mouth with her strawberry flavor, her moans echoing throughout
the room.

   "Daddy, me too, oh god, me too, Daddy" Faith whimpered, her butt
shaking. "Coming, I'm coming." Her floodgates opened, releasing a torrent
of hot liquid over my cock, and my balls, and my thighs.

   Anya fell to the side.  I chased her pussy with my tongue on instinct,
moaning when I could no longer follow.  I hadn't come yet, even as Faith's
little cunt pulsed around my prick with loving, incestuous hugs.  My orgasm
was there, waiting on the edge of a cliff, but it needed a final push so
that I could fill my daughter's hot little hole full of cum.

   Breathing hard, I rolled Faith onto her back and then turned her over,
so her ass was facing me.  I grabbed her hips, yanking her butt into the
air toward me.  I grabbed my dick and spanked her ass with it, dragging the
head through her wet crack.

   "Ooh," Faith moaned.

   I spanked her with my cock again, my knob landing on her asshole.  My
little girl gasped, jerking forward, but I grabbed her hips, telling her,
"Where are you going?  Get your pussy back here." And I pulled her against
me.  My knob found the wet petals of her labia and slid between her juicy
cunny lips on the first thrust.

   "Anya, lick Faith's asshole," I said.  "Lick her little pucker."

   "Daddy," Faith moaned as I filled her with my cock.  "You're so nasty."

   Anya jumped up to her knees, bending over my daughter's butt, and licked
both of her cheeks.  She worked her way to Faith's crack, reaching her
asshole and causing Faith to sob in pleasure as she tongued her.

   "Fuck, baby, fuck," I said, sliding my long fuck-stick through my
daughter's pink furrow.  Her pussy made wet, squishy sounds as my hips
pounded into her ass.  Her cheeks rippled with that tight, teenage firmness
that men loved in new porn starlets.  I sped up my thrust, lifting her
knees from the bed with each hip to ass smack, my balls swinging like a
pendulum and spanking her clit.

   "Anya, oh god, inside?" Faith gasped, her pussy spasming as she came
again, and that was enough for me.  I came, my balls releasing rope after
rope of white-hot jizz as I roared like a lion laying claim to the sweetest
pussy in my kingdom.

   "Holy fuck," I said as I collapsed to the side.  Did I just have a heart
attack?  It would have been a great way to go.

   Faith was on her stomach, looking as exhausted as I felt.  Anya crawled
to Faith, wrapping her in her arms.  "You have one more daughter, Uncle
Nick," Anya told me.

   "My god," I whispered.  I was going to die of a heart attack tonight.
"Worth it," I mumbled.

   As I left the room, Anya caught me in the hallway.  "Uncle Nick?" she
asked, a little shy.  "Tonight was for your daughters, but would you take
me on a real date, someday soon?"

   "As far as I'm concerned: you are one of my real daughters," I said,
leaning down to kiss her, her fingers unable to stop from caressing my
cock. "I would love to."

   I left to get myself ready for Belle.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   Belle

   I went downstairs for a coffee and a protein bar.  My eldest daughter
and my wife were asleep on the couch, and visions of threesomes danced in
my head.  I looked at my stocking, remembering the year that I had found
the parchment that had my name on the Nice List.  I swore to myself that
I'd dig that piece of paper out of storage as I set out a glass of ice-cold
milk and several chocolate chip cookies for Santa -"for me -"to eat later
in the night.  I was still on the Big Guy's Nice List.  I was an ordinary,
good-natured man, with a very close family, that's all.

   After, I went upstairs, showered, and brushed my teeth in a hallway
bathroom, gurgling with minty fresh mouthwash.  I was worried that Belle
had fallen asleep after my tryst with her younger sister and cousin, but I
found her wide awake, which sent a smooth tingle through my body.

   "Ready for me, Daddy?" Belle asked from underneath the covers of my bed.
She had lit candles, and the light played off her cream-colored cheeks in
delicate waves of gold.

   My cock rose with her words, going from resting on my ball sack to
unfurling like a waking dragon until it was standing straight up, ready to
breathe liquid fire.

   "More than ready," I answered, climbing under the sheets with her.

   Belle was naked under the covers, the enclosed area warm, and made
warmer by her body.  It was a welcoming heat that I could have settled into
for the night and every night to come.

   "I love you, sweetie," I said, not just saying the words to her, but to
all four of my daughters.

   "I love you, too, Daddy," Belle said, her cheeks turning a lovely shade
of pink.

   I lowered my lips to my daughter's, kissing her softly; our connection
made with delicate finesse.  I opened my lips.  Belle followed; our tongues
stretched out to glide against each other, leaving my daughter breathless
when we parted.

   I slid my body over Belle's, her long legs parting for me, my hard cock
resting on her smooth mound, and trapped between our struggling bodies. 
The heat between her thighs was welcoming, encouraging, making me hungry
for its source.

   "Belle," I moaned.

   She locked her arms around my neck; her knees rose back to touch her
elbows, her body opening to me.  "Take me, Daddy," she whispered.

   I moaned into her mouth while I pulled my hips back, my cock-head
rubbing her clit as it slid through her smooth pussy lips, spreading them
apart until my head lodged itself against her hole as if guided by
Christmas magic.  I thrust my hips forward, my knob slipping between her
soaked cunny lips, causing my daughter's lower body to jerk beneath me.

   "Ah-umm," Belle moaned as I entered her.  Her chin came up, and her eyes
rolled back, her breath came in pants.  Her little pussy was so tight that
I groaned from deep within my chest.  Her face turned crimson as the head
of my dick entered her fully, followed by my shaft, slipping through her
natural wetness to stretch the warm cunny canal leading to her womb.

   "So tight, baby," I whispered against her lips as we kissed.  "So small
between your legs." Her pussy muscles clung to my prick as I slid into her.

   "Oh, uh, ooh -"Daddy," Belle whimpered as my balls touched the bottom
swell of her ass cheeks, and my knob rubbed the depths of her sparkling
peach.

   We lay there, Belle's arms around my neck, her fingers locked together,
and me resting on my forearms.  My eyes were closed, my head spun, and my
cock was lost in the heat radiating from deep within my middle daughter.

   "Do it, Daddy," Belle urged me, locking her ankles behind my back. 
"Make love to me."

   I looked into Belle's big, green eyes and watched her face contort as I
pulled my cock out and slid my hard member back into her wet channel. 
Belle's lips parted, her eyes tightened, her brows twitched, and her breath
came out hot and minty against my face with each plunge into her wetness.
It was getting hot under the blankets, so I threw them off, her naked skin
glowing in the candlelight.

   I pumped my daughter's pussy a little faster, screwing my cock into her
with circular motions that brought small cries from her lips.  Belle pulled
me against her, her legs and hips rocking in rhythm to my in and out
thrusts, the deeper reaching dick-strokes causing her to hiss with
pleasure. Her eyes glazed over with lust, and she whimpered, and sobbed,
and parted her lips in a long, silent cry and came, smothering my cock with
her creamy cum.

   I held still, my cock buried to the balls within her.  When the
intensity of her orgasm passed, she whispered, "You didn't come."

   "I will soon, sweetie," I said, brushing her hair.  "I promise."

   A different light sparked behind her eyes.  Belle kissed me, saying,
"Thank you for making love to me, Daddy." She kept her eyes on mine.  "But
now I want you to fuck me, better than you fucked my sisters."

   She must have seen something in my eyes because she said in the
naughtiest voice I had heard all night, "I'll do anything you want if it
means getting your cum in my mouth.  I've always been your good girl, but
there were so many times that I wanted to be bad.  To be the one you
spanked." She rolled her tongue between her lips, licking them.  "Fuck me."

   I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder or to feel
any bigger or stronger, but Belle must have felt that surge of power too,
because she moaned a surprised, "Uh," and looked down between her legs.

   I pulled my hips back until just the head of my cock was between her
pink lips, and then I pumped my dick back into her, harder than before, my
body slapping against hers.  Belle grunted, closing her eyes as she
absorbed the impact of my thrust into her freshly broken-in pussy.  Her
nails dug into my skin as I fucked into her wet, cummy hole again.

   "Yeah," Belle huffed as I started a firm fuck-stroke into the sticky
pool between her legs.  "Oh yeah -"uh!" She continued her grunting, meeting
my eyes and nodding her head as if to say, "That's it, get that pussy, big
boy." I hooked my arms under her knees and folded her double as I ground my
cock against the bottom of her pussy.  Our bodies pressed tightly together
as I dug my feet into the bed and flexed my ass above her.

   I hovered over her, rubbing my cock through her insides, pulling out and
fucking back in, pinning her body to the bed with each deep stroke.  I
reached around her leg to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples and
forcing a broken cry from her lips.

   "Is my -"oh god -"pussy good, Daddy?" Belle whimpered as my cock
hammered her muff.  "You like that pussy, don't -"uh -"you?"

   "Fuck, baby," I grunted, thrusting into her softness.  "I fucking love
it, baby."

   "Show me, Daddy," Belle hissed.  "Show me you love it best."

   "Fuck," I grunted, needing to fuck this side of my sweet daughter's
personality even harder.  I backed off, sat on my heels, and pulled her
legs straight up my body, her ankles near my ears.  Holding her thighs, I
picked her up and started ramming my cock into her cunt, her tits bouncing
back and forth in great waves of young flesh.

   Belle's back arched and she came again, her mouth opening wide, her cry
filling the room.  I let her come on my dick, fucking her squeezing twat
through her orgasm.  I was getting close myself, telling her, "Your mouth,
baby, keep it open."

   "Yes," Belle hissed.  "Give me your cum, Daddy."

   I gasped, pulling out of her soaked treasure and climbed up her body. 
She pressed her big, round tits together, and I slid my cock through them,
their softness enveloping my prick like a pair of warm pillows.  As I
humped her tits, I played with her nipples, pinching and strumming them,
rolling my palms over them.  Belle's eyes widened, her whimpers
intensified, and she licked out at my cock, taking the head into her mouth
with each pump through her cleavage.

   Tit-fucking my beautiful daughter while she sucked my cock was too much
for me, and I came.  Belle let go of her tits, and like a natural
cocksucker, she sealed her lips around my head, grabbed my shaft, and
started jerking me off.  My cum shot into her mouth, splashing her tongue
and throat as my balls rubbed between her breasts.  She looked into my
eyes, swallowing every last drop of jizz that I had left in my body.

   "Holy fuck," I sighed, falling over into bed.  "Holy fuck." My heart
thundered in my chest.

   "Merry Christmas, Daddy," Belle said, draping the left half of her body
over mine.  She slid her hand down my stomach and cupped my balls.  "Do you
know why I wanted to go last?"

   "Why, baby?"

   "Because now I get you for the rest of the night."

   "Oh boy," I whispered as she moved her head down my stomach, her mouth
open, and her breath hot.

   * -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ* -ƒ*

   The List

   My room was empty by three in the morning when Eve joined me.  She was
smiling, not as intoxicated as earlier.  This was the happiest I had seen
her on a Christmas Morning since her father had passed.

   "This was a very special Christmas for us," Eve said.  She stripped
naked, getting into bed with me.  "Your daughters will remember this
forever."

   I didn't speak as I spooned my wife.  The ghost of her father's death
had left her, so I let her talk., enjoying the closure this event had given
her.  I can't pretend to understand it, but I was thankful for it.

   "You know what today means, right, Santa?" Eve asked sometime later.

   I thought for a second, before moaning.  "I get to have my present." I
put my hand between her thighs, cupping her damp pussy.

   "Can you handle it?"

   "I'm not a young man anymore," I warned, "but I think I'll manage."

   "Tonight," Eve laughed.  "You've earned a rest, Uncle Nick.  Why don't
you go eat your cookies?"

   "I should do that," I said, my tiredness forgotten.  "We can't have the
girls thinking that there is no Santa in this world."

   Eve laughed.

   I went downstairs, naked, feeling free as I wondered if I should always
strut around the house like this from now on, my daughters and wife at my
beck and call.  "No." I laughed.  "No, I won't." I wasn't living in a
porno.

   In my kitchen, where I had set my snack of milk and cookies at the small
breakfast table, I found an empty plate covered in crumbs and a glass
stained with pale streaks of milk.  Frowning, I made myself another snack,
wondering which of my daughters I'd be spanking later on in the day.  Maybe
I wasn't too exhausted because my cock twitched at the thought.

   As I walked back into the living, intending to go upstairs, something
caught my eye.  My stocking was swinging as if blown by the wind. 
Something was sticking up from the cuff.  I walked over to it, pulling out
a small roll of parchment that I recognized from a long time ago, but this
one was new.  I unrolled it, finding that the top and bottom edges were
torn as if someone had ripped it from a longer scroll.

   The paper had a watermark of silver lettering across its face.  The mark
read: NICE LIST.  My name was on it, written in perfect calligraphy with a
line crossing through it.  I frowned, and looked around my living room, and
then looked through the ceiling to my daughters' rooms, and then to mine,
wondering who had done this.

   I looked at my chimney.

   I shook my head.

   "Nah," I said and went upstairs.  I stopped halfway, looking over my
living room once again, and then at the Christmas tree, and then the
fireplace, and lastly at a miniature Santa on the fireplace's mantle.

   I studied the parchment.  I was no longer on the Nice List.

   "But you can't blame me, can you, Santa?"

   I went upstairs to enjoy the first of many more family Christmases to
come with my girls.


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