Chapter 2 - All I Want for Christmas

December 2261 – Denver, Colorado

My father Dan had an accident and passed away last spring. He had worked at Griswold Station on the moon. My stepmother Linda was trying to make the Christmas season a happy time for me, but I wasn’t having it. I badly missed my father and didn’t like her at all. I wondered how the Hell Dad could marry a woman only eight years older than I was, then quickly realized why. Dad was a bit of a pervo, and had married my real mother when he was 33 and she was only 18.

Linda had been fine with their long-distance relationship nearly four years. I’d overheard her having vidphone sex with him a few times, through her bedroom door. Now that he was gone she dated what seemed to be a different guy every week. School let out for winter break on the 22nd, and she wanted us to act like a happy family. “Kevin, I got all the ingredients. Would you like to make a gingerbread house with me? I had a lot of fun making them when I was a kid, and we can eat it after Christmas.”

“Gingerbread houses are for little kids! I’m 15!” I ran to my room and played a game.

The next morning, she wanted to make Christmas cookies with me. I told her “No” and stayed in my room.

At lunch she said, “There’s an old tradition a lot of families do, letters to Santa. I know you don’t believe in Santa anymore, but it’ll be fun. If you do, I’ll be able to get you something you really want. I know how it stinks to get the wrong toy, or clothes that you don’t like. Would you please?”

I grumpily agreed, “Fine! I’ll send it to you in a little while.” I remembered hearing in history class that hundreds of years ago people didn’t used to have the now-ubiquitous computer brain implants the size of a grain of rice, which made laptops, tablets, and cell phones obsolete. They allowed people to communicate instantly, play games with the video displayed directly in their brain’s visual cortex, with no screen or controller, and write in their minds without paper, pen, or pencils. Life back in the primitive days before brain implants must have been terrible!

I wrote about how much I missed my Dad and wanted him back. My Mom was living in a Mars colony. She had found a nice home near her brother, my Uncle Jacob. I thought it was kind of funny Uncle Jake had bought a game and sent it to me a month before Christmas, as if the download was a box that would take more than a few milliseconds to reach me.

I heard Mom remarried and had two more kids, but I missed her. Even more than my Mom and Dad, I wanted a girlfriend. I wanted one SO BAD! I was too shy to talk to any girls I liked, but desperately wanted to be with one. I wanted somebody to love me. Even more than that, I wanted SEX! I was half-watching a video while I wrote and saw a mildly embarrassing ‘female products’ ad, then one that fully caught my attention. Lollibot Cinnamon was gorgeous, with long red hair, a pretty face, and MASSIVE breasts! She was nearly a woman, slightly shorter than I was, and had a sexy rounded ass too.

I’d LOVE to have her! Screwing such a hottie would be amazing! And even when I wasn’t fucking her, she’d be somebody to hold and talk to. With the size of her boobs, I wouldn’t need pillows on my bed anymore. I added her to my letter to Santa. The things I wanted were Dad, Mom, and Lollibot Cinnamon. Since she was the only thing that was possible, Linda would have to buy Cinnamon for me!

On Christmas Eve, I sat on the sofa with Linda and talked about how much I missed my Mom and Dad. She got a glass of wine from the kitchen and surprised me by offering me one too. We sadly talked about how much we missed Dad and hugged and comforted each other. She explained that she had dated five men in the last three months, but none of them were what she wanted. Part of what she said tugged at my heart, and my dick. “I’m sorry I leave you alone to go on dates, Kevin. I hope I can find a man to talk to and hold. A man I can love, and fu ... a man to keep me from being lonely.”

I saw her adjust the crotch of her pants as she said it. She was HORNY. I decided that maybe she wasn’t a step-monster. She was a person with feelings, like I was. She was a HORNY person, with feelings and a PUSSY! After my first three glasses of wine ever, I weaved back and forth a little as I walked toward the bathroom. She was coming back from the kitchen with cookies and more wine. We met under the mistletoe and I kissed her. She set the glasses and cookies on the kitchen counter and kissed me back. We hugged, and I licked her lips.

After a minute she gently pushed me away. “We can’t do this. Sorry. I’m an adult, and you’re only a boy. It’s wrong, and I could be in a lot of trouble.”