Chapter 2: Christmas Morning Gift Opening

So this Christmas I had to make a choice, wear something to bed or close the door. Rather than put up with a nightshirt just so I could leave my door open, I decided to close the door. It was weird, my room seemed so much smaller with it shut! As usual, I woke up horny as hell so my hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved between my legs and started to rub my already wet pussy. I found myself wishing my dad could come in and greet me as he usually did in the mornings but instead I could hear my grandfather out in the hall wishing my dad good morning.

My grandparents, at least those on my dad’s side, had no idea what their son’s family did in the privacy of their home. Just as they had no idea I was masturbating as I imagined what my grandfather would say if he were to walk to the bathroom and see my bedroom door open allowing him a view of his son fucking his granddaughter! It made me cum thinking about it even though I knew it would never happen. Some things just can’t be understood by people and I knew my grandparents would never be able to comprehend my true relationship with my parents.

Knowing I had to get up soon I picked out a light blue dress shirt of my dad’s I kept hidden in my closet so my mom wouldn’t take it, and put it on to serve as my pajamas for Christmas. In what I guess you could call a small act of defiance, I decided not to wear anything else under it, not even a thong. Besides, the shirt tails hung down almost to my knees so as long as I didn’t get too carried away there should not be any danger of flashing my grandparents but it felt incredibly erotic anyway when I stepped out into the hallway to see my grandparents and parents there.

My mom looked at me and I think she could tell from the twinkle in my eye what I was wearing (or rather, NOT wearing) and she shot me a look of disapproval. I just grinned and rolled my eyes for her. After all, it’s not like she could say anything to me at the time!

“So Kelly,” my grandma said, “Are you all ready to open Santa’s presents?”

“Sure grandma!” I exclaimed and I bounded down the stairs ahead of them. I was barefoot and almost slipped about halfway down but I just laughed it off and continued down the next flight into the basement where the family room was. The tree was surrounded by presents just as it had been the night before. My parents had long since given up on hiding anything so it wasn’t like Santa had arrived during the night or anything. The difference was that now I finally got to open them!

My parents and grandparents soon arrived and I served as the gift presenter, handing out the various packages to each recipient. Needless to say almost everything I got was some form of clothing with a few gift cards mixed in. They were outfits I needed for school and as such were all fairly conservative. Ugh ... so boring!

As the morning went on and the last of the gifts were opened, I looked out of the corner of my eye to my dad. He caught my eye and I knew he understood what I was silently questioning him. He silently mouthed a “later” to me and I grinned, wondering just what he had gotten me this year but even more, how he was going to give it to me with his parents here. Grandma and Grandpa were certainly not going to enjoy seeing me in my new outfit - at last I hoped not! My worries were soon answered when my grandma stood up and pulled my grandpa up off the couch next to me.

“C’mon old man,” she teased him, “let’s get cleaned up and dressed so these folks can have their bathroom.

My grandpa pretended to be put off by her statement and replied, “Now who are you calling an old man anyway - old woman!”