Chapter 1: Christmas Morning

Leah ran her fingers across Andrew’s cheek, waking him. It was 7:00 in the morning on Christmas Day.

“Good morning, Santa.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Claus. What time is it?”

“I told the kids, leave us alone until 8:00; we have an hour. And they have their stockings.”

“An hour, huh. You have something in mind?”

“Always. Since the North Pole is pushed between my legs, we should celebrate.”

“Milk and cookies?”

“Oh, I’ll get my cookie. Let me lie on my back, yes.”

Already hard, Drew was ready to make love. By mutual agreement, they routinely used anal sex to avoid pregnancy. He skinned back his foreskin, rubbed the head of his cock up and down between her labia for slickness and then pushed into her ass firmly and smoothly.

Just the way she liked it. Anal, but face-to-face.

Her hands were on his butt, urging him on. He had one hand groping her breast while using his other arm to support his weight.

Once he had flooded her inside, he made a little space between them so she could slip her vibrator down between them and buzz her clit. Like always, he stayed fully erect to enjoy her internal reactions while she climaxed two more times. His young body never failed to answer the call.

Once they were calmed down, he was on his back once again beside her and covered by the top sheet and blanket.

Precisely at 8:00, the kids burst into the master bedroom: two boys and two girls. Out of tradition, they were wearing juvenile nightwear. Leah came out of the bathroom in a flannel nightgown, and Drew had pulled some pajamas out of a drawer and dressed for the occasion.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Presents!” Nia, the youngest (a 9-year-old girl), was anxious.

Everything about this Christmas morning was utterly normal. Completely conventional. Except...

Leah and Andrew are 17 years old, and all six people in this master bedroom are each other’s siblings.