Imper asked Amanda if she had a nice Christmas Eve.

“Pretty good,” Amanda said. “Except when I made the no panty pact with you, I wasn’t remembering that it would be my job to put the star on the top of the tree. I was wearing this short skirt like I promised, and it was quite a stretch to reach the tree top, even with the footstool, and I was sure everyone was looking at my soon-to-be-bare bottom. Then Uncle Göran came over. He’s my father’s little brother. He’s shorter than my dad but stockier, with a large nose and meaty hands.”

“Ha ha,” Imper laughed. “You know what they say about a big nose and meaty hands.”

“I know,” Amanda said. “When he’d arrived earlier I gave him a hug, just like always, and I could feel his thing right through his pants. It felt very meaty. He hugged me for a long time and he felt meatier and meatier. Then at dinner he seemed to be staring at me every time I looked. And one time he dropped a fork, and he bent under the table, and I’m sure he was looking up my skirt.”

“Kind of creepy.”

“Yeah, in a way, but also a little bit of a turn-on. I kept thinking about his meatiness.”

“Amanda, you’re so bad.”

“I know. If I’d been wearing panties there would have been a wet spot. There were lots of candles, so I was pretty sure no one would smell my cunt scent. Pretty sure.”

“I like your cunt scent. If there were a candle called Amanda’s Cunt Scent, I bet everyone would buy it, and you’d be a millionaire.”

“Oh sure.”

“Well, I’d buy it. So you were saying about putting the angel on the tree...”

“Not an angel, a star.”

“Right, a star.”

“I was reaching up, standing on tippy-toe, and I could feel my short skirt lifting, but I couldn’t quite reach.

“Then Uncle Göran came over. He said he would steady me. His hand went to my leg. His meaty paw. And his hand went up up up, between my legs, until it was all the way up.”

“All the way up?”

“Uh huh. I could feel his thumb at my pussy lips, and I was so wet, and I could feel my lips opening.”

“Oh my god.”

“Right. And I was sure everyone was watching, but it was dark except for the tree lights, so maybe they couldn’t see that well.”

“What happened?”

“His thumb went in.”

“In your pussy?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god, Amanda. Your uncle.”

“His thumb was meaty. It went in and in, just like a cock.”

“Wow.”

“And I was trembling so much I couldn’t fit the star over the top of the tree.”

“I can imagine.”

“But then he took his thumb out.”

“So you were able to put the star... ?”

“No, because right away his thumb was at my anus. Stroking me there. Stroking and stroking with little circles around the rim. And I could feel how wet his thumb was from my cunt juice. I could sort of hear the slickness, like tiny smacking licks. And he said, ‘What a sweet little star you have, Amanda,’ and I knew he was talking about my asshole, calling it a star, and his thumb kept caressing me there, and pushing into the tiny tight hole, pushing and pushing, but it wouldn’t go in, and then it went in. Oh God, Imper, his thumb was in my asshole. I was standing on one leg, reaching up, trying to fit the star over the tippy top of the tree, and he had his fat thumb in my asshole and he was finger-fucking me, finger-fucking my ass with his thumb, and I could hear it, the sound of his thumb fucking into me, a suctiony sort of sound, and he whispered, ‘Yes, Amanda, come now. Show me your big girl come. I know you want to. I know you can. Come, honey. Come.’”