The finale. Again, I will be continuing to assume you read the other chapters and know who everyone is and how part one ended. I do suggest reading the entire series in order to understand the progression of events. I hope you enjoy the end of this series. The characters are fictional and exist only here and in my mind. All are over eighteen years of age.
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Later that night, I woke up to the sounds of branches smacking against my bedroom window. I opened the window and a cold gust of snow and chill wind assaulted me. I reached out and shook the branches, causing most of the snow and ice to fall off, and the branches once again rose above my window.
The cold breeze had made me fully awake though. I looked at my clock and I had only gone to bed three hours ago. It was still the middle of the night. I decided to make a cup of cocoa and warm up in the living room. I figured Miracle on 34th Street, a cup of hot chocolate and a cozy blanket in a roomful of soft twinkling lights would be the perfect way to relax, warm up, and allow my body to get tired again.
I could hear Dad snoring in their room and I peeked in to see the two of them snug in their bed. I had no idea what sugar plums are, but I hoped they were dancing in their heads. I went downstairs still wearing just my night shirt. I got my hot chocolate and the movie and curled up on the couch under a fuzzy blankie.
My plan backfired. Sitting on the couch only reminded me of the hot sex I had witnessed on the floor earlier tonight. I began to get aroused as I remembered the hot sexy scene. My pussy began to get wet and I realized that I wasn't going to get sleepy unless I took care of myself. I ran up to my room and grabbed my rubbery friend. I returned and repositioned myself on the couch. I pushed my shirt up over my tits and began sliding my fingers over my aroused pussy. One hand tweaked and tugged my hardened nipple as the other slid down and started stroking. My hand was rubbing wet circles around my sensitive clit. I didn't touch it, wanted to touch it, but instead I was driving the intensity of desire by barely missing my sensitive button.
I rubbed the rubbery head of my dildo against the clit, grazing it delicately. Jolting shudders of ecstasy rolled through my form. I imagined my dad's firm strong hands on me, gripping me, taking me as his lover. Slowly the thick firm toy was entering me, causing me to groan as it opened my hole. My cunt was slick and ready. I pushed the dildo into my body. I moaned lightly at the wonderful intrusion. I was definitely feeling warm and toasty as my body flushed in pleasure.
This wasn't meant to be a marathon session of enjoyment. I wanted the "O". I spread my legs wide as I thrust the lubricated tool rapidly in and out of my cunt. The one hand was still holding one of my pert titties, lightly flicking the nipple, keeping it an erect little point. The other hand, holding the dildo by the balls was a pumping piston. My breath was coming in as low moans and higher pitched gasps.
"Oh Daddy," I murmured softly, "Yes Daddy, oh give me your cock. Aahh. Mmm. You feel so good in me."
That was it. I tensed up, eyes shut tight, and mouth open in a silent "Oh" as my orgasm pulsed in wave after wave. My body was tingling all over. Goosebumps covered my skin as my breath came raggedly back. I was still sitting there with my legs spread wide with the glistening dildo half in my bald slit when I heard a quiet creak. I looked around quickly, but saw no one. I scooped up my belongings and crept back to my room. I peeked in on my parents again and they stilled appeared to be asleep. There was no snoring coming from Daddy though.
Daddy and I decorated the rest of the house and yard over the next couple of days and Christmas Eve arrived with a renewed flurry of activity. We dropped gifts off at the houses of various relatives, spoke on the phone to some, then drove over to the traditional Christmas Eve dinner and Grandma's.
Grandma Evelyn is the best. I always thought she looks like that "Granny" on Looney Tunes; the one that owns Tweety. I could imagine her with a rolling pin if she got mad. Thank God I never saw her mad enough to find out.
Grandma turned as we walked in, "Oh Ben, you look so nice. Wow. You all do."
Dad was looking nice. Dad had on a crisp white polo with a blue band on the collar and sleeves. He also had on a pair of black slacks and his dress shoes. Mom was wearing a long red V neck sweater that showed some impressive cleavage. She had on tiny red Christmas bulbs earrings. Her legs were encased in sexy black leggings and red high heels. It might sound slutty, but the sweater covered her voluptuous body well. Mom looked very pretty and very festive. I dressed cute for the dinner party. I had on a red Christmas "Santa" dress with a fat black belt and white fluff at the bottom, neck, and cuffs. I wore a Santa hat, red flats and white panty-hoes. I wanted to wear my black knee high boots but it didn't look right with the panty-hoes and I didn't have red leggings or stockings. I also had on a cute peppermint striped Christmas thong.
When we got to Grandma Evelyn's, it was only about noon, but all the uncles, aunts and cousins were already there. Everyone had a great time. We ate out fill of Grandma's awesome cooking. We watched a couple of our favorite Christmas movies: It's a Wonderful Life and It Happened on 5th Avenue. I had so much fun. We all picked at the food and desserts everyone had brought.
Soon enough, the younger kids were begging to open presents. We each got one gift. We "oohed" and "ahhed" over each gift. Grandma Evelyn said we had time for one more movie, but that was it or Santa would be forced to skip our houses.
We put in Christmas in Connecticut. Soon, the little ones began drifting off. I knew I would be on "Child Carrying" duty once we started loading cars. I went in to the kitchen to re-fill my pop. I didn't realize Uncle Mike followed me.
"Wow Ash, I didn't say anything earlier but that is a really hot outfit. What's underneath?" Uncle Mike asked from the doorway.
I turned to look at him with a naughty smile on my face. I leaned back against the counter and slowly lifted the skirted bottom, showing him the red and white striped thong.
He smiled, "Looks festive."
"Oh that's not all," I told him. I pulled the panty to the side to show him my bare slit, "Freshly shaved."
"Mmmm. That does look good. It looks good enough to eat," he said, licking his lips.
