Chapter 11

“Fuck me, little brother! Cum inside me, yeah! Come on, I need your cum, I want your cum,” Harley begged me to ejaculate inside her pussy. I don’t think that my sister could see the reluctance on my face or the look of confusion. Harley was deep into the sex- almost trance-like. She wasn’t making eye contact; she was just fucking and reacting as she wallowed in the snow and rode my cock.

She seemed drunk on my dick – like she could only focus on one thing, and that was making me cum. Harley made me feel like she had to have my seed in her pussy, or she’d die. Fucking and gyrating her hips from below me -she rode me with her ass in the snow.

If I had tried to stand up or stop fucking her, I think she would have held me tightly and forced me back down. I was aware of what was happening, but I felt like I was just along for the ride as she begged and mewled for me to jizz in her pussy.

“Please, please, I am on the pill – you can cum inside me, I want you to! Please, Nick! Give it to me; I need cum so badly! Please,” she begged. I had never heard a woman beg for a man’s seed in porn – and I didn’t understand what she got out of a creamy pussy. I wasn’t holding back, but I also wasn’t ready to nut.

I became aware that the other reindeer girls were either masturbating or standing over us and watching as we fucked – or, more aptly, my sister fucked me. She was trying to milk my cock with her pussy. I would never have expected my mild-mannered older sister to be such a cum hound.

Abruptly, Harley stopped and flipped me over – her eyes finally locked with mine. “Cum inside me, now, Nick! If you don’t, this is the last time I will fuck you until next Twatmas!”

Her threat that I wouldn’t be able to fuck her all year turned me on. I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn’t analyze why it did. My sister was basically telling me that I could either cum in her pussy right now or I’d have to wait another year to fuck her.

That meant she felt she could deny me her pussy any time she wanted all year, with the exception of next Christmas Eve – if I came to the party, I could probably fuck her even if she didn’t want to fuck me back.

I had no fantasies about non-consensual sex with any woman – much less my sister. Yet, the idea that she couldn’t tell me no one day out of the year made my dick begin to throb uncontrollably – I was close to orgasm as she slid up and down my cock.

Harley’s amazing pussy was soaking wet, and the look on her face as she spun me around so that she was on top was no longer the vulnerable cum-slut who was dying for my jizz. She was frustrated and warned me that it was better to give it to her now or wait until next year.

The moment that I realized she was saying she’d be open to fucking me BEFORE the next Twatmas Eve is what sent my balls into a tizzy, and I began to shoot a copious load of jizz into her pussy. My body froze in place, my muscles tightened, my toes curled up, and my brain shut off as I flopped with my ass in the snow and writhed under her.

My sister didn’t leap off of me – she could feel the warmth of my jizz, and she continued to hump me so she could drain my balls inside of her. The look on her face was victorious, and I felt conquered and exhausted. I was fortunate enough to have my jeans still on, but my pants were pulled down. I was suddenly aware of how cold snow felt against my ass, and I wanted to get up.

Harley was physically bigger than me; she held me down and shook her head no. She slowly and triumphantly humped me – making sure every last drop of my semen coated the walls of her pink pussy.

My eyes rolled up in the back of my head, and I sighed. Harley offered me a cock sure glance; feeling vindicated, she added, “Did you enjoy that, little brother?”

I wanted to remind her that I wanted to be called Sir, but I couldn’t – the orgasm had fully drained my balls. I rarely came that much. It felt like I had shot a quart of my semen into her pussy. I just wanted to get her off of me and clean up.

Harley wasn’t done with me. She pressed firmly on my chest, and with a satisfied smirk repeated the question about whether I enjoyed it or not.

“Yes, obviously, did you?”

“If you have to ask a woman if she got off, then she didn’t,” my sister continued to slowly ride my dick as it shrunk inside her.

“Hey, that’s MY line,” my Aunt Daisy chided my sister for presumably stealing her line.

“Where do you think I heard it from?” my sister slowly began to slide off of my cock. I suddenly didn’t want her to get up – her pussy was warm and sticky, and now the cold air seemed far more intense without her body heat.

I laid my head in the snow and luxuriated a little. My eyes were glazed over from the intensity of it all. I wanted to wipe my dick off and get moving, but I was exhausted after that explosive orgasm.

“What were you saying about fucking all of us? And what happens if one of us makes you cum?”

I remembered bragging that I could fuck ALL the women, and now I wanted to back out. I had offered to be Rudolph and join the girls if I couldn’t, but only because I thought I could hold out. I was wrong about that and now I didn’t want to pay the piper.

There was something about freshly evacuating my balls that made all the horny thoughts in my brain evaporate with them.

“Relax, we aren’t going to make you be our little bitch,” she offered me her hand. I was reluctant to accept it, but she wasn’t going to let me keep lying there. “I should make you lick out the hot cream from my cunt, but that’s not the spirit of Twatmas.”

That was all my sister said about it – she let the matter drop and seemed to lose interest in me abruptly. It felt as if she had proven her point that she could make me. shoot my load, and she had no further use for me as a sperm donor.

I smiled sheepishly and pulled up my pants without wiping my dick off. I noticed some of the girls snicker at me. The discipline had utterly broken down – a few of them were squatting and masturbating openly while others were talking or playing with each other. Every single one of the reindeer girls was watching for what I’d do or say next.

“Thank you,” I was humbled. I nodded in defeat.

“My husband Gary is a cuckold, he’d love nothing better than to put on his cock cage and lick my asshole every other night,” Prancer told me. “He loves watching me submit to black men but one night out of the year I let him watch me submit to him and a bunch of white guys – it’s a tradition. We aren’t going to make you wear a red reindeer nose, tonight – any other night and I’d love to make you wear one on your dick.”

The girls chuckled and agreed with one another. A few of them asked if I was going to finish what I started and fuck all of them, but I was admittedly far too winded, and my dick didn’t want to stiffen again.

My Aunt took charge while I recovered and got the girls dressed. It was a little like herding cats because the girls weren’t inclined to obey her. They seemed to want to stay here behind the dumpster naked and make out with one another, gossip with one another, or a little of both.

The girls wore bells all over – around their necks, on their garters, even in the butt plugs they wore. They jingled with every step, like court jesters or actual reindeer.

I wasn’t able to look at my sister again in the eye. She had such pretty blue eyes and an effervescent smile. I felt a little ashamed of myself – like I had crossed a boundary. However, my sister ignored me and got dressed, laughed, rubbed her pussy a little and acted like what we did was no big deal.

My Aunt renewed their vigor and had them dressed for Christmas Caroling in about ten minutes. My dick was already starting to recover and twitch again, but my confidence had waned. I wasn’t sure how I fit into things, and I didn’t want to start giving orders and bossing the girls around.

The reindeer marched to a gazebo in the center of a local park near our house. They laughed and joked with one another, but I didn’t feel included. I felt like I was simply walking WITH them. They were hot and sexy, wearing tight little red Santa jackets, reindeer ears, high heels, garters and panties and I was wearing normal street clothes. I definitely didn’t look like I belonged in this merry procession.

A few years earlier, I used to play in this small community park. My house was less than a block away, and even though I didn’t see a soul stirring – not even a mouse. It was entirely possible that someone would catch us outside like this.

The girls seemed oblivious to that possibility and continued straight for the center of the park and the Gazebo. I had so many questions swirling in my head about what they were going to do when they got there, but my main focus was on my sister. Harley seemed completely at ease after sex with me. I assumed even if she was comfortable with casual sex that she’d have some regret about it – after all, we were brother and sister.

Harley was now my first – my big sister had taken my virginity. I expected her to at least ask me if I was okay with that. I felt like I was, but your first is supposed to be meaningful and special. She was marching on, heels leaving prints in the light snow on the sidewalk.

The monkey bars that I used to play on in the small playground were iced over, brittle and gleaming, and the swings hung motionless, chains stiff from the cold: no kids, no dogs, no voices—just the sound of the women and their laughter.

Benches lined the path, each with a light dusting of frost that made them look more decorative than usable. It was the kind of small, tucked-away park you only found in middle America suburbs—quiet, familiar, almost too perfect. A few trees, a worn basketball court, the frozen playground, and the white gazebo up ahead.

That’s where they were. Three men, maybe four, were standing near the gazebo in heavy jackets, hands in pockets, collars turned up. They didn’t speak. Just waited. I adjusted my coat and kept walking toward them, snow crunching underfoot.

“Are you going to wear your panties while you sing?” I finally interrupted.

“Good point,” my Aunt stopped and began to step out of her panties. She lifted her knees and pulled them down completely over her ankles. The other women joined her, and she asked me if I minded holding them until they were done. I noticed each girl had packed her ass with a silver ball that hung from a small chain attached to their butt plug and it popped out for a few of them. They quickly tucked them back in place and hid them between their ass cheeks.

“Uh, sure,” I answered meekly as each girl, in turn, passed me her panties.

“You look like saw the Ghost of Twatmas Past,” Harley giggled as she passed over her panties. “You aren’t still thinking about our little romp in the snow, are you?”

I was, and my silence answered for me.

Harley shifted uncomfortably and reminded me that what happened during Twatmas – stayed in Twatmas. “It was just a little fuck, look don’t make it a big deal and get weird, okay?” she asked me rhetorically before joining the other girls and telling me she had to join them and sing Christmas Carols.

“Can we talk about it after?” I called out.

“I prefer we didn’t,” she replied over her shoulder. The girls pulled their red Jackets down far enough that their pussies and asses were only slightly visible and clearly intended to perform bottomless.

“Sorry that we are late,” my Aunt apologized to the small group of men. They had been waiting a while. They were rubbing their gloved hands together and shivering a little.

“You say that every year,” one of the older men in the group said. I recognized him. He was a neighbor, but I didn’t know his name or exactly where he lived around my community.

“You can’t rush perfection,” my Aunt smiled.

“What’s your Reindeer name this year?” he asked.

“It should be trouble, because that’s all I seem to get into,” she smiled before introducing herself as Cupid and all of the girls – calling them by name like Santa would have before taking off in his sleigh. Each girl curtsied slightly and crowded next to each other in the Gazebo.

It seemed odd that they pulled their jackets down to cover their pussies, when they had intentionally removed their panties – but each of them straightened the jackets and yanked them down a little to cover themselves.

“Who is this guy? You have a male reindeer this year?” the leader of the small group asked my Aunt.

“He’s here to snap pictures and make sure we do what we came to do - which is sing Christmas Carols. You can throw snowballs at us and jeer – but please stop asking me questions. I want to finish up spreading Christmas Cheer, so I can go spread something else, baby,” Daisy kissed him lightly on the lips.

They had other questions, notably, some of them called Blitzen “Sasquatch” because she was so big and tall compared to the other girls. I hadn’t looked at her once since she saw me fuck my sister. I wasn’t sure what she’d think of me.

On the one hand, I felt ashamed because I was HER rider, and I was supposed to BE with her – it may seem disingenuous if I tried to fuck her later after she saw me bang my sister without doing the same to her. I also felt like she may be shocked that I so casually came inside my sister in front of her – that was straight-up incest.

None of the women made eye contact with me or even acknowledged me. Instead, they launched into a song that they must have memorized.

It was a rousing, bawdy song entitled “Jack Off Nipping at Your Nose.”

Jack off nipping at your nose,

Frosty balls wherever he goes.

Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir

Folks dressed up like Eska-Hos!

My Aunt’s voice could be heard crowing over the others – throaty and raspy. The girls were cheerful, and you could hear the smiles in their voices as they sang. That’s why I was shocked when one of the men packed a snowball and tossed it directly at Blitzen’s pretty face.

She stopped singing for a moment – stunned and smiled awkwardly. The rest of the girls kept singing, and Blitzen rejoined them mid-lyric. I wanted to sock the guy in the eye, but soon another one of the men threw a snowball at Prancer’s tits. She didn’t even acknowledge it. She dusted off the snow and kept right on singing.

That’s when I noticed a few signs around the Gazebo that were there when we went there. I hadn’t paid them any attention at first because I assumed they were just normal warnings about not loitering or picking up after your dog.

Instead, they said clearly people might see boobs, butts, and dumb reindeer in this snow. It also clearly invited the audience to throw snowballs if they didn’t like the singing.

The Christmas Carols blended into a medley of naughty lyrics sung to classic Christmas songs.

“Silver balls, silver balls, Ring a ling, hear them ring, soon we’ll be licking a ding-a-ling...” they crooned. A snowball was launched from a short distance at Dancer’s ass – causing her jacket to fly up and expose her ass crack. She jumped slightly and then regained her composure – shifting the jacket back down.

“Santa Claus is cumming to town, you better not pout, you better not frown, because all you are going down on all 12 inches, Oh he sees you when you are ‘baiting, he sees when you are giving head, so for goodness sake; swallow and don’t spit!”

The girls made pronounced self-masturbation gestures, revealing their shaved pussies under their red jackets just a little as they did, and then as they sang “Swallow and don’t spit” they pretended to suck enormous cocks, gag on them and make obvious disgusted faces at the idea of spitting the cum back out.

It was hot, but you had to see it to believe it. It was obvious they had practiced these saucy little dances and songs and none of this was spontaneous.

As the songs got raunchier, a few more people showed up. There were almost a dozen people by the time they reached the one called “Peeing in the snow”

“Peeing in the snow From a one-horse open sleigh Over the fields we go Laughing all the way (ha ha ha ha), wish we could write our names, but all we can do is squat – but we wouldn’t trade all the cocks in the world trade for our twats!”

Once again, they squatted and pretended to pee in unison as they held their bellies and laughed while humping the air three times (one for every HA).

A few guys made the obvious jokes about them being “Ho’s” and not “Ha’s” and the girls seemed to encourage the teasing – smiling as the butt of the men’s jokes.

The girls periodically flashed in unison and smiled – causing the audience to belly laugh and cheer. They pointed and occasionally threw snowballs at the girls. The reindeer didn’t let it slow them down. They continued right on, powering through each of the naughty parodies.

There were very few women in the audience, and they were almost always accompanied by a man. The women grinned wickedly each time one of the girls took a snowball to the face or tits. I think they were a little jealous of the girls but also felt like they were being attention whores and deserved it.

All the while, they were jingling the bells around their necks and attached to their costumes (and in their butts).

They sang the entire twelve days of Christmas with dirty words while people laughed and teased them.

“On the 12th day of Christmas, My true love gave to me...”

12 black dildos,

11 cock rings,

10 gags a-biting,

9 crops a-stinging,

8 ropes for binding,

7 whips a-cracking,

6 plugs for training,

5 golden ... beads!

4 leather cuffs,

3 nipple clamps,

2 furry tails,

And a butt plug up my fat-ass!!”

Every time the women got to the butt plug – they lifted their jackets, jumped, and spread their legs slightly so that their butt plugs could be glanced at for a moment before dropping the jackets back down.

There weren’t many people around my age, but I noticed a few around my sister’s age. I wondered if she was humiliated by the fact that she had probably ridden the school bus and gone to high school with some of these young men. She had moved away to college, but she visited frequently. I would have been mortified to be singing dirty songs, flashing my body, and letting people throw snowballs at me if I were her.

They smiled through it, and the show went on like that. Their cleavage occasionally popped open one of the women flashed the crowd her tits due to a wardrobe malfunction. I noticed my neighbor’s face turn red, but she continued just like the others.

I felt sorry for Mrs. Stephenson. She had to live here, and her husband might find out what she was doing. I didn’t want her to be hassled for just having a little harmless fun by flashing some cheesecake for the neighbors and singing perverted Christmas Carols.

There were probably sixteen people watching by the time the girls reached their finale. They were doing a naughty version of “Oh Silent Night,” except they made sounds like they were orgasming uncontrollably and ashamed they were breaking the silence. I snapped a few photos, but I didn’t engage in throwing snowballs at the girls. I felt like my job was to wait there and just make sure nobody tried to do anything more than that.

“Hey, Nick!”

I recognized one of the guys in the crowd from my school, and he started over to me. He had a big smile on his face.

“Hello, Randy,” I frowned and looked at the ground.

“Your Mom is hot,” he said.

“Huh?” I looked dumbfounded.

He indicated toward my Aunt Daisy, and I explained that he was her twin sister.

“Sure, that’s what I’d say too! Dude, your mom is a slut! She likes flashing her tits every Christmas!” he laughed.

I wanted to punch this guy’s face in – but he wasn’t wrong.

“Your sister is too!” he pointed at Harley. “I used to have a crush on her in high school. Does your mom make her do this?”

Harley was having a grand old time, winking and smiling at the crowd while they ogled her and tossed the occasional snowball at her, she had never once even acknowledged me while she was singing.

“She’s obviously having fun,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, but they can’t really be having fun. People are making fun of them and throwing snowballs at them. I have a theory that your mom blackmails all these women into humiliating themselves. That fat bitch up there – she lives around here,” he indicated to my neighbor. “There is no fucking way she gets off on this.”

“She’s not a bitch,” I countered firmly.

“You have the hots for Sasquatch?” he chuckled, and then he noticed that I was holding their panties. “Dude, what the fuck? Do they let you sniff their panties?”

“No, it’s just a game they play every year, just enjoy it,” I tried to distance myself from him. I was thankful when the girls finished their final song.

They bent over deeply and took a bow, letting everyone see their asses, as the men called out for an encore. A few of them asked for blowjobs, and the girls smiled and waved. The girls rubbed their tummies and pretended they wanted nothing more than to blow every guy in the audience but assured them that they had to get back to Santa’s Workshop for the big gang bang.

“All the elves get laid in exchange for all their hard work all year,” Prancer teased.

The girls were eventually talked into one more song, and this time – they made no secret they didn’t have on bottoms and performed Little Cummy Boy (to the tune of Little Drummer Boy). Each time they sang “Bah-rump-a-bum-bum,” they jiggled their asses and let the silver bell in their ass hang down like a tail.

The audience went ballistic – tossing snowballs, yelling, and laughing at the spectacle as the girls put on their final performance for the night.

Cum on my tits, he said — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

He brought his cock to bed — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

No mistletoe in sight — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Just spit and lube tonight — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Rump-a-bum-bum, rump-a-bum-bum

He dropped his pants for me — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

I took it eagerly.

He stroked his meat with pride — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Said, “Wanna go for a ride?” — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

I said, “You bring the toys” — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Bring all the kinky boys — bah-rump-a-bum-bum

Rump-a-bum-bum, rump-a-bum-bum

They fucked me under a tree - bah-rump-a-bum-bum.

“And with that, we bid you good fuckings, we hope we made you horny this Twatmas, and we wish you all a very Horny Twatmas and a Happy NUDE YEAR!!” my Aunt blew kisses. The girls happily jingled for the audience, but it was obvious the show was over.

A few of them stuck around and watched, but the girls were ready to leave and get back to the party.

“What happened to you?” the girls asked me. I offered them their panties, but they declined, saying they wouldn’t be wearing them for much longer anyway.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You didn’t throw snowballs or tease us at all,” my neighbor seemed disappointed as she tucked her butt plug bell back into her ass cheeks.

“This is why you aren’t supposed to get your nut early,” my Aunt chided me as if I had opened my Christmas present too early, and the surprise was gone. “If we fucked our husband’s brains out early, they’d shoot their shot and want to go to bed.”

I shrugged. I didn’t have any excuse, and there was no point in pretending that I had some master plan.

“What happened to the guy who was going to fuck every single one of us,” my sister teased me.

“Make us blow him, fuck our twats AND our asses,” my Aunt added -clearly disappointed in my unkept promises.

“I wouldn’t have settled for a quickie up the butt – I am so horny,” Prancer fingered her pussy under the jacket. She didn’t seem to care that she was outside. It was starting to get dark, but anyone could have seen her if they looked in our direction.

“You can blame me, I guess I ruined my brother for the night,” my sister declared proudly and patted me on the back to console me. “If you start barking orders at me around the house and trying to make me, get on my knees and admit I am a desperate, horny little cunt, all I have to do is wink this pussy at you and let you have a taste, and you’ll be a gentle little puppy dog for me,” she winked and rubbed me under the chin in a patronizing manner.

I pushed her hand away and frowned, blushed, and looked down at the snow under my sneakers as we marched along. “I just don’t want to be mean, okay?”

My sister stopped in her tracks, and the rest of the group stopped with her. She made me lift my head and look her in the eyes so that I would know she wasn’t teasing. It was the first time she really looked me in the eyes since she started at me wild-eyed and desperately horny while she was grinding on my dick. She seemed so vulnerable and desperate then, and now she seemed wise and confident, and it confused me.

“You aren’t being mean, Nick. You were doing what all the men do at the party – I get off on humiliation almost as much as Mom does. I didn’t think you’d get so weird, or I wouldn’t have fucked your brains out, stop being such a little wussy and go back to how you were before you came.”

I found it hard to believe that my sister would admit that she got off on all of this stuff. I hadn’t thought too much about her motivations. I assumed she just wanted to make mom happy or something – the realization that my big sister was ACTUALLY into humiliation was a little shocking to me. I didn’t even realize that was a “Fetish” until Twatmas Eve.

I thought someone else might have a counterpoint and tell her she was wrong, but no one else spoke up. Mrs. Sanderson remained quiet and looked at the snow -blushing as well. I wasn’t sure why until she spoke.

“Leave your brother alone.” He’s not used to this kind of party, and he is shy and sensitive. He doesn’t understand what motivates us, and he thinks he is doing us a favor by leaving us alone,” she said.

The way that Mrs. Sanderson called me shy and sensitive did not feel like a compliment. She was shy and sensitive, though, and I assumed that she valued that in someone – but it didn’t come across that way. “He’s probably embarrassed because a few of those people at the gazebo know us.”

“Are you worried about it, Blitzen? They could tell your husband,” I said.

“Dave wouldn’t believe them if they told them I was walking around the park with a silver bell up my ass,” she wiggled her butt. “He doesn’t care about me enough to get jealous, anyway,” she seemed so sullen. “I knew some neighbors would see my big fat ass jiggling and laugh at me when I signed up for this. I didn’t expect them to call me Sasquatch,” she admitted with chagrin before saying that I hadn’t been told what to expect and that I needed time to process what I had just seen.

“It didn’t piss you off that they called you Sasquatch?” I asked – still unsure what motivated these women. I knew that all of them were different in some ways, but I was looking for a common reason they participated in these games – and even risked being treated as a public disgrace.

“It does,” she started to say as she searched for the right words and said that she should be deeply offended, and it would have devastated her before she began her training with my mother.

“You learned to just ignore it and not let it bother you?” I asked.

“Heavens, no,” Blitzen looked up with a big smile to indicate quite the opposite was true. “The audacity of the boy who mows my grass and goes to school with my daughter calling me a Sasquatch where I can hear it – well, it’s kind of hot. I like being teased like that, and I didn’t think I’d like the snowballs, but I expected you would definitely throw some at me. My feelings were hurt that you didn’t even throw one at me – I thought maybe I had made you mad or something.”

I wanted to explain that I thought the same thing because Blitzen didn’t look at me during the entire show, but my Aunt said we’d all get our asses spanked if we didn’t hurry back. “Even you, Sir. Are you going to act like a Sir, or should I call you Nick and treat you like I would one of my sons?” she asked.

My response was to chase the girls and throw snowballs at their asses while they laughed and dodged their way back to the house. It was adrenaline-filled fun through the neighborhood – all smiles and snide jokes. When we made it to our backyard – my Dad and Uncle made the girls wait outside, strip nude, and line up while they finished up with my mother.