My first ever Literotica Contest submission, enjoy!
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All was quiet in Number 7 Greene Drive, the Christmas decor and lights of the Hale family's suburban home nearly identical to that of all the houses in the entire snow covered suburb. All was still but in one of the bedrooms as one of the members of the Hale family undertook his yearly tradition.
His steps were barely audible on the carpet floor, as the man dressed in a red and white Santa costume, replete with black boots, a curly white beard and hat, made his way down the steps from the master bedroom with wrapped gifts tucked under his arms. He made his way to the living room where the Christmas tree stood in the corner, illuminating the rest of the room in a multicolour of lights. After stooping down and placing the gifts under the tree, he stood up and was just about to make his way back up when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. On the small round table next to the armchair where he usually sat to watch TV or read the papers was a plate of fresh oatmeal cookies. Mr Hale decided to indulge himself and reached for one, but just as he finished the first cookie he noticed that the glass beside the plate was empty.
"Santa?"
John Hale nearly yelped at the voice as he spun to where it came from. As his eyes adjusted he recognised his daughter Casey, who had stepped quietly into the living room and now stood before him. She had just turned 18 the week before, and he still couldn't believe how much she had grown up. His little girl had matured dramatically into this gorgeous young lady, her lithe figure attesting to her role in the local high school's cheer squad. Her long golden blonde hair was freed of her usual ponytail and allowed to cascade down past her shoulders. Her once round face and adorable baby cheeks were replaced by sharp cheekbones, a small jaw and narrow chin. John's heart felt a slight pinch as he realised how much she had grown up to look as beautiful as his late wife and Casey's mother, Mary. It wasn't easy to lose his wife, but he had done well with his daughter, raising her to be a sweet, kind and caring person.
He noticed that she was dressed in green leggings that emphasised her long and slender legs, a short red skirt around her wide hips, and she was wearing a tight holiday sweater that she had long outgrown of which exposed her midriff. John couldn't help but notice Casey's massive breasts jutting out from her chest like a pair of over ripe melons as it strained the fabric tight.
"I hope you liked the cookies I made for you, Santa." Casey cooed sweetly.
Mr Hale hadn't expected his daughter to be up this late, not that he imposed curfew in their home. He did dress up as Santa Claus ever since the family started celebrating Christmas, and it had paid off many years ago when he caught sight of little Casey not doing such a good job spying on him as he placed her Christmas presents under the tree. It was a fun tradition he didn't mind doing once every year since he knew how much she loved it.
But now Casey had grown up into a beautiful and pretty young lady, but the fact that she somehow didn't recognise him, or that she still believed in the idea of Santa Claus, Mr Hale decided to follow along with this masquerade.
"They taste wonderful, my child." John replied in his most convincing Santa voice.
"I'm glad you liked it, Santa. I'm just sorry we didn't have any milk."
John was confused. He was certain he had bought a carton of milk yesterday.
Casey walked up to him slowly, her breasts bounced and swayed with each step that involuntarily drew Mr Hale's eyes.
"That's alright, dear. Santa doesn't mind. He's had plenty of milk from visiting other nice children's houses."
Sarah drew closer to Santa, her eyes looking up to his in an innocent but seductive manner, her lips pouty as she tilted her head just slightly to the right.
"But don't you want to taste my milk?"
