The Christmas Intruder

The rays of the moon fell softly down though the smog of London. It was reflected by the freshly fallen white snow on roofs and chimneys, but was merely absorbed by the brownish water of the Thames. On Trafalgar square, it gave a cosy yet cold appearance to the tall Christmas tree. A few jolly fellows were stumbling their way past it, singing Christmas carols as they passed. Down a nearby ally, the light of the moon barely reached two ragged old figures huddling together and sharing half a bottle of gin.

A bit further north, the moonlight passed over the cast iron fences of small well-tended gardens, with brick houses standing shoulder by shoulder behind them. One of the houses happened to have a crack in the curtains in a small window at the upper floor, and a ray of moonlight gleefully passed thought it. It fell across the worn floorboards, and hit a small stove, a few embers still smouldering inside it.

Alice turned her head, looking at the moonlight across the floor. She had always had trouble sleeping on Christmas night, and this year was no different. Rolling over in bed, she listened to the slow steady breath of her brother from across the room.

Stepbrother

, a small voice inside her head reminded her. He had moved in a short while before she left for university, and they had not lived together for very long. She pushed the thought away. He was going to be her full brother, no matter what anyone else might say.

After half-dozing for a while, Alice opened her eyes again. There was a sound, like something dragging across the floor, coming from downstairs. She listened intently for a few moments, unsure if the sound had been real or just in her imagination. Then she heard it again, lasting longer this time. Placing her feet on the floor, she felt a cold draft from the window. Knowing exactly which boards creaked, she sneaked across the floor, and gently shook her brother awake. He looked up at her in surprise, so she put a finger over his mouth to keep him quiet.

"Edwyn, do you hear that?" Alice whispered so low it was barely audible. He listened for a moment, before the sound was back. This time Alice could also hear a footstep. Edwyn nodded in response to her question, his expression changing from surprise to fear.

"Is there a burglar?" Edwyn's question hung in the air while Alice grabbed his hand to pull him up into a sitting position. She grabbed the fire poker next to the stove, but he pulled away from it when she tried handing it to him. Thinking better of it, she tightened her grip and turned towards the door.

"Ok, sissy. Just stay behind me," Alice whispered with a sharp undertone in her voice. She could not help feeling a little disappointed in her brother, as she heard him getting to his feet behind her. He was no masculine powerhouse to be sure, but part of her still felt like he should be man enough to face whatever was going on in the living room.

They sneaked out into the hallway and down the stairs as quietly as they could, Alice first with the fire poker held high in front of her and Edwyn behind. As she rounded the corner, Alice froze for a moment. In the dim light of dying embers, she saw the outline of a large man standing next to the fireplace. He looked somewhat overweight, hunching over as he was putting down something big and lumpy on the floor. She noticed her brother peeking out behind her, as she watched the man light a kerosene lamp. Soon, its warm yellow light filled the room, revealing a dishevelled white beard, and red soot-stained clothes.

"Santa!" Alice heard the surprise in Edwyn's voice as she felt him rush past her, into the living room.

"Jesus Edwyn! You are nineteen, you can not to believe in Santa Claus!" Alice sternly reminded him, while trying to grab his shoulder.

"But he's standing in front of us!" Edwyn exclaimed back at her, before immediately giving the man a hug. Alice cautiously followed her brother into the room, seeing him pressing his cheek against the man's chest. As she stepped closer to the man, the smell of cheap liquor and something slightly spicy. After standing perplexed for a moment, the man carefully gently pushing him away. Edwyn took a step back, and looked eagerly up at the man.

"Santa! Santa! Are you Santa? And did you come all the way from the North Pole tonight?" Edwyn looked up at the man with eyes filled with eagerness ad expectation.

"Yes, sure, let's go with that," the man answered after thinking for a moment. He spoke in a scrapy baryton voice, with an accent Alice was unable to place. The smell of liquor became even stronger when he opened his mouth. A second later, she also recognised what the spicy smell had to be; gingerbread.

Alice put her hand on her brother's shoulder and pulled him back to her. Then, maintaining a firm grip on the fire poker, she nodded towards the lumpy sack on the floor. "So,

Santa

, are those all the presents then?"

Alice took a moment to look around the room to see what was missing, while the man cleared his throat. The drawer with silverware did not look like it had been touched, so it seemed they had interrupted him in time.

"Eh, yes, yes they are," The man spoke in a low voice. His expression seemed rather stiff, and Alice was about to ask him a follow-up question when Edwyn pushed her fire poker aside.

"Relax Alice, It's just Santa," Edwyn said, giving her a disappointed look. He picked up a plate with a few biscuits.

"I apologise for my sister's behaviour. Here, have a few biscuits, if you feel so inclined," Edwyn addressed the man while presenting the plate up towards him.

"Well, at least there is one nice boy in this house," the man answered in a grumpy tired voice. He grabbed the plate, and bit into one of the biscuits. Moments later the plate was empty, and Alice watched as he washed them down with a few swigs from a bottle he produced from one of his pockets.

"He needs Christmas treats to stay jolly. I can't believe you don't know this, going to that big university, and everything," Edwyn whispered in Alice' ear, with a smile flickering on his lips.

Alice was not sure if it was really the biscuits that did the trick, but the man did seem considerably jollier when he put the bottle back in his pocket. After lifting his sack up from the floor, he loosened the band around the edge. Sticking his arm inside, he looked at Edwyn.

"I'd normally leave them under the tree, but seen as you are already here ..." He did not finish the sentence, instead handing Edwyn a square box wrapped in brown paper.

"Oh thanks! Can I open it now?" Edwin asked, grabbing the present with glee.

"Sure, it's not my job telling you what to do," the man answered, and Alice thought she could see a hint of mischief in the corner of his eye.

Edwyn looked excitedly at Alice, and after receiving a nod of approval, he started tearing off the paper. Soon after, he was lifting a small pocket watch.

"Wow, that's so nice!" Something about Edwyn's voice did not seem quite genuine, and Alice got a feeling that the watch had not been quite at the top of Edwyn's wish list. The man seemed to notice to. He picked up the paper, and read the label carefully.

"Sorry, that must have been for an Edward," the man mumbled apologetically. He grabbed the watch from Edwyn's hands, and hid it inside his coat. "Hm, I'll fix that later. Here is your actual present."

This time, Edwyn received a soft package. He quickly removed the paper, and let out a little yelp of excitement. To her surprise Alice saw him holding a set of white lingerie, the delicate lace folding gently between his fingers.

"Thanks Santa! That's exactly what I wanted. I have to try them on, don't go anywhere!" Edwyn's voice was filled with gratefulness. He walked out of the room, leaving Alice behind.

Turning her head to look up at the big bearded man in front of her, Alice spoke hesitantly. "So, if you are really Santa Claus, does that mean you travel around to every Christian home in the world, in one night?" She could hear the doubt in her own voice.

"Yes, and it's bloody exhausting," the man answered with a resigned sigh. He, Santa Alice was beginning to suppose, sank down into an armchair. The tired look in his face made her feel a bit ashamed of pointing the fire poker at him, so she put it down by the fireplace. Sitting herself in the chair across from him, it suddenly occurred to her that she was alone with a strange man, wearing nothing but her night gown. She felt her face beginning to heat up at the thought, but tried to maintain a ladylike posture hoping he did not notice her reddening cheeks.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, and Santa had another swig from his bottle before he spoke. "He's a bit of a queer one, isn't he." His words sounded like something halfway between a statement and a question.

"Well, Mr. Claus, I suppose I do not actually know him that well, but he has always been rather, eh, effeminate," Alice spoke, choosing her words carefully.

"I see," Santa hesitated for a moment before he continued, "Truth be told, wishes like his are not quite as uncommon as you might be thinking."

Before they could finish the conversation, Edwyn returned. Prancing graciously into the room, wearing white bustier, garter belt and stockings trimmed with delicate lace. He did a little twirl on the floor, as if to let them see him from all angles. Alice had to admit that she felt rather impressed. If it had not been for his flat chest and the little bump in his G-string, he could almost have passed for a girl.

"Do you like it?" Edwyn sounded both shy and proud at the same time.

"Yes actually, it looks rather good on you," Alice answered, feeling unsure if she should be embarrassed or horny. It felt like something started tingling in her lower abdomen. Santa merely grunted in approval, but Alice thought she could see something gleaming in his eyes. Edwyn seemed to have spotted it to, and took a step forwards, placing his delicate hand gently on Santa's chest.

"Maybe there's something that'll made you even jollier than Christmas sweets?" Edwyn spoke in a soft and sultry voice.

Judging by the way Santa smelled, Alice felt pretty sure that

something

would be whatever was inside the bottle he kept drinking from. Before she could comment however, her brother fell to his knees in front of Santa. She felt stunned as she watched her brother starting to unbutton Santa's trousers. A moment later, she saw him gently licking and kissing the large limb what she realised was Santa's cock. She knew she should look away, that she should feel disgusted at the act of sodomy that her brother was preforming in front of her. And yet, she found herself unable to avert her gaze. Something fascinated her about watching her brother slowly take Santa's cock inside his mouth, watching his jaws being pushed further apart by Santa's growing erection. Soon, her brother's head started bobbing up and down. Santa seemed to be enjoying it to, turning his eyes towards the ceiling, and placing his hands on her brother's head between his thighs. Alice heard Edwyn's breath quickening and some wet slurping sounds presumably emanating from his lips.

"Alice, there's a present you, ah, might want to open it now. Would you be a dear and hand me the sack?" Santa seemed to be concentrating heavily not to blow his load right away, and the sound of his voice groaning made Alice' head clear a bit. Realising she had been foundling her clitoris, she pulled her hand up from her lap.

Alice got up, and grabbed sack. Finding it far too heavy to lift, she was barely able to drag it across the floor, to Santa's chair. The sucking noises continued while Santa put his hand inside the bag. He dug around for a few moments, before handing her a package wrapped in the same brown paper as the one her brother had gotten. She quickly tore off the paper, revealing a cardboard box. As she opened it, she halfway expected a set of lingerie matching her brother's. Instead, she pulled out an elongated object made hard black ebonite. As she felt it in her hands, she realised with a mix shock and fascination how much it resembled the limb currently thrusting into her brother's mouth. Looking back inside the box, she found some sort of leather harness with buckles and metal rings. She sent Santa a curious look.

"Put it on," he grunted, before turning his attention back to Edwyn, who had stopped sucking for a few seconds to catch his breath.

After fumbling around for a few moments, Alice slipped the phallos inside the front ring, and pulled the harness up her legs. She knew Santa could see her underwear when she tightened the buckles, but she was too horny to care. When she had gotten everything to sit right, she let her night gown fall back around her hips. Looking down, she saw the big black phallos pointing obscenely forwards, lifting the delicate folds of her gown. As she took a step towards her brother, she felt its weight pull on the broad leather strap around her waist, and its base pushing against her groin. The sensation made her groan almost as loudly as Santa, and she spit in her hand, rubbing it over the jet-black ebonite. The wetness made her mighty phallos gleam and shine in the flickering light from Santa's kerosene lamp. She grabbed it with her right hand, and sensed the power and virility emanating from the hard black ebonite as she started stroking back and forth.

"What should I do with it?" Alice asked, almost not recognising her own voice. It sounded hoarse and rowdy, not delicate and ladylike.

Santa gave her a curious look before answering, "I think you already know."

Edwyn let go of Santa's cock with an audible plop, an sent Alice a sly smile over his shoulder, before returning to work. His smile was all the confirmation that she needed as she knelt down behind him and grabbed his G-string. Yanking it firmly down, she noticed how small his penis looked, barely a stiff little nub compared to the great black phallos she was about to press against his rosebud. He shivered when the cool tip touched him. She grabbed his hips and leaned forwards, letting her breasts rub against his back as she started to push her hips towards him.

"Prepared to be deflowered?" Alice whispered in her brother's ear, feeling his backdoor resisting the intruder. For a few moments she heard him breathe heavily around Santa's cock, then she felt her hips moving slowly forwards. There was something exhilarating about feeling the hard unyielding ebonite forcing its way into her brother, sodomising his soft tender anus. She dug her fingers deeper into his hips, and with a hard groan she thrust forwards. He let out a muffled yelp in response, and she felt his body wince against hers. The sound enticed her, and she thrust again, harder this time. After a few more thrusts she found a rhythm, and she felt Edwyn starting to thrust back at her. He was hesitant at first, but soon his butt started smacking hard against her thighs.

Leaning forwards, Alice let her cheek rub against her brother's, feeling the warmth of his skin and listening to his quickening breath. From this position she was also looking straight into Santa's crotch, his cock thrusting into her brother's mouth just an inch or two away from her face. It smelled of sweat mixed with something else that she did not recognise.

A few moments later Santa's pushed Edwyn's head back, pulled his cock out. As a result, Alice finally got to see it up close, erect in all its glory. She stretched her neck forwards, and pursed her lips to give it a kiss. It left a salty aftertaste, and as she looked up, she half-expected to receive Santa's pent-up ejaculate alongside her brother. Instead, she heard Santa speak on a raw rowdy voice, "Want to feel Santa entering your chimney, boy?"

"More than anything!" Edwyn answered in an sultry voice, after catching his breath for a few moments.

Despite the submissiveness in Edwyn's voice, Alice thought her brother sounded more eager than she had ever heard him before. Understanding what was about to happen, she pulled herself back, hearing a wet plop and a slurping sound as her phallos left him. She took a step back, looking down at him. His anus did not close up completely. Instead it was gaping obscenely, as if inviting the next invader. The delicate lace of his garter belt and stockings framing his butt only increased the effect. She watched with a strange sense of satisfaction as he wiggled for a moment, before slowly getting to his feet. After turning around to face his sister, he let himself fall backwards into Santa's lap with a soft moan. Alice could see his eyes losing focus while Santa's cock disappeared up between his butt cheeks. She watched as Santa put his hands on her brother's hips, starting to thrust him up and down. It was gentle at first, but the thrusts quickly became harder. Edwyn leaned his back, opening his mouth and moaning loudly towards the ceiling.

"Ah yeah! Sweep my chimney like there's no tomorrow! Ah, I bet Mrs. Santa doesn't let you take her like this!" Edwyn's words came in short bursts, interrupted by loud moans. He spread his legs towards Alice showing off his stiff little nub and jiggling balls as he bounced up and down. Alice found herself stroking her own phallos while she watched her brother playing with one of his nipples through his lacy bustier. The phallos felt slick and warm in her hands. Edwyn had noticed to, and was watching the gleaming black ebonite between her fingers, his eyes shining with lust.

Alice sent him a wicked smile while she spoke, "Well, aren't you happy at least one of us has a real cock? Maybe I'll sweep your chimney to." Alice had never thought words like that would ever leave her mouth, but now they seemed to come naturally.

Alice word made her brother moan even loader in return. He grabbed Santa's coat, pulling himself down trying to impale himself even deeper. "Jesus Christ! I'm cuming!" he half screamed between moans.

Santa's breath brew grew quicker, and he let out a sound midway between a grunt and a howl. The next thing Alice saw was white drops splattering from her brother's nub, flying in all directions as it flopped around in stiff jerky motions. She felt a few drops hitting her in the face, while more soaked into the carpet. As she watched with fascination, her brother slowly calmed down. Once Santa let him go, Edwyn started lifting him up from his lap, and a streak of something white ran down the side of his quivering thigh. Before Alice realised what he was doing, he had turned, and the slurping sounds told her he was cleaning Santa's cock. She could not help feel a little grossed out at the sight of her brothers anus gaping towards her, spilling out a stream of thick white liquid. Santa gently ruffled her brother's hair while looking at her.

"Such a good, naughty boy," Santa spoke gently in a voice that sounded jollier than Alice had heard him all evening, and he looked down at the boy in front of him with a warm smile. Somehow it looked like his beard had become neater and his clothes cleaner and brighter. He turned his attention towards Alice, who was still absentmindedly fondling phallos strapped to her waist. They looked at each other for a moment, before the room was filled with the sound of the wall clock striking twice.

"Good lord! I need to get going. Merry Christmas to both of you!" Santa rose from his chair with a warm smile and a jolly laugh. With surprising speed and enthusiasm he closed his trousers and grabbed sack. The bulge of his diminishing erection was still visible when he stepped into the smouldering embers in the fireplace, and disappeared up the chimney.

Alice spent a few moments looking up into the sooty darkness, wondering how on earth he managed to get up there. Her thoughts were interrupted by her brother.