XXXmas Knits

Our family has some weird holiday traditions…

Even some holidays that we celebrate, and no-one else. The last one was the Winter Solstice, when we got up to keep a fire going, all night.

I liked that one, but as it happened this year. Some branches fell in the back yard, and one of them had the power cable wrapped around it. Dad had to get up on a rental ladder, it was so high, but that cable had started drooping so low it was nearly touching the ground.

For no reason, that we could figure out. It couldn’t have stretched that much, but rather than call the power company, he just rented a ladder that was long enough to wrap it around a tree branch. Problem solved, until we got an ice storm, but it didn’t even snow.

It sleeted, and frozen rain weighed it down with icicles. Which looked neat until the limb broke, and cut the power to the whole house. That’s when he called the Power Company, but between being short handed from the Virus, power going out all over town from the ice-storm, the roads being icy, and the holidays, they couldn’t reconnect us before Christmas.

However, we still had wood left over from the Solstice fire, so we gathered around the fireplace to open gifts, from under the unlit tree. Mom got underwear, and this nightgown that was see-through. She crumpled up the panties, too late for us not to see they were crotchless, and then when she held up the negligee, I saw the large holes in the top, to expose her nipples.

My sister, Colette was already planning a career in Fashion at thirteen, but she was never one to follow trends. For Halloween, she made a good Witch costume, that some might think was a “Naughty” witch for as little as it covered, except for it being green, and made out of leaves. A lot of people thought she was cosplaying Poison Ivy, but she had a pointy hat, with willow vines draped around it to peer out of mysteriously.

Just to give you some idea of how she dressed, but dad didn’t bother with telling her not to go out “Dressed like that.”

“Like what, mom?” He never complained about how revealing her clothes were, in fact he was proud of her. He went out with her, and he liked the looks from other guys, because he knew they couldn’t touch. Not her, he wasn’t like that. A cuckhold that got off on watching his wife getting pounded by other men, but I guess it wasn’t too far off.

He liked that she teased them, and held up her hand. Palm towards her, so she could show them her rings. “I’m a married woman, and not that kind of married woman.” She was faithful to him, always, but he was even more passionate about her turning them down.

Colette just had to say “I’m a teenager now, and I have nothing to be ashamed of.” Turning around in a tight crop top, with deep cut holes in the sides to show that she didn’t have any bra straps, but still covering her small breast. “That’s what this says, you can look but you can’t touch.” She turned back the other way, dropping her leg so the miniskirt slipped down halfway to the knee. “Right mom?”

“All right, but you know that some boys don’t want to just look, and might not take no for an answer.”

“If they ever get the chance to even get close to me. I can’t even go out dressed like this or anything. Let alone invite boys over here, even with masks on. So, at best they’re going to see me modeling on the Etsy page, where they can’t get their hands on me, even if they want to.”

So, I guess the quarantine settled any question of her Going Out, dressed like that. Not to mention the hypocrisy of mom, or dad complaining about her interest in Cosplay, or Fetish Wear. Making costumes for her friends, and even making a little money at it, to spend on materials, or a sewing machine.

Knitting needles, and a crochet hook she got out when the ice storm cut the power. So, mom, and dad disappeared up the stairs together, into the dark, while mom carried the box from Adam and Eve. I always thought that ironic, Adam and Eve selling clothing, that didn’t cover the naughty bits, and tonight it wasn’t a very warm thing to wear, but of course she had dad in bed with her, and sex to heat her up.

I pulled the screen down, and the pokers to split the logs apart. They flared up a moment when the coals rolled up to the top, but then the flames died down to a warm dim glow. I always liked fire, some might even call me a pyro, though not a Maniac. I don’t want to watch the world burn, on the contrary. I like to contain the raw chaos, but there’s something hypnotic in the random flames, and smoke curling up the chimney to disappear into the darkened flue.

“I made you something else, for your birthday.” Collette pulled out a package, from somewhere. While I wasn’t looking, it was soft, so there was no box in it, but too small to be a sweater. She wore the one she’s knitted herself, with white circles sewn onto it, and brown branches for arms.

2 Snowmen hugging each other, but their heads up on her chest, and black buttons for noses right over her nipples. They didn’t conceal much, in fact they made her breasts look even bigger and rounder not unlike the way eyeliner, and mascara do. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, but she didn’t need to. Her high round cheeks looked even rosier in the dampened firelight.

“It’s not my birthday yet.”

“It’s after midnight, so happy birthday.” We both turned to the grandfather clock, ticking away on the mantle piece, and sure enough. The minute hand was even past the 2 on the bright face. “So, go ahead, and open it.”

“Okay,” I pulled the bow, which turned out to be sewn in place, so I had to pull it out of the ribbon, and feel for the tape on the underside. Unstick it, to save the paper, which is another thing we do, but this one had party hats, and birthday cakes on it. “I had to guess your size.”

She nodded, but that was something, she knew full well. I had a 23″ waist, at least the last time we dressed up, and she knew my inseam. Shoulder width, and everything except for.

How long to make Rudolf’s nose. “Happy birthday, Rudy!” She hugged me, and planted a kiss on my cheek. A big wet sloppy one, so I had to wipe it off, before it turned cold, “Try it on.”

“Well,” I pulled it on over my head, and the short legs hung down the sides. “It doesn’t fit.” Teasing her, knowing that they were a pair of shorts, and not some sort of weird mask, with no holes, but a big red fuzzy ball. Like the snowball on the red toboggan hat she crocheted for Christmas.

She giggled, and pulled it off. “Go ahead, and take off your pajama bottoms, while it’s still warm by the fire.” I stood up, and she grabbed them to pull them down by the legs. “Underwear too.”

“Uh,” I got this hot/cold difference, between the fire behind me, and turned around to warm my privates, while she pulled down my briefs. “Okay,” she held the shorts for me to step into, and even pulled them up, but I had to adjust everything in the pouch, and the padded snout.

I turned around, and let go. Pulling up my pajama top, and looking down to see it hanging. Limp, the end of the snout even flat. “Uh, it’s a little loose, but it’s cold, so. It’s a little shrunken back.”

“I bet you’ll grow into it, but I’m a little hot.” She sat back, and crossed her arms. Holding the bottom of her sweater, “You mind if I take this off?”

“No,” I even stepped aside, so she wasn’t in the shadow of my legs, then gasped when i saw the bodice she had on underneath. “Huh!”

She dropped it, and leaned back. Propped up on her hands, so the dying flames danced over the shiny black midriff. Crisscrossed by laces, and brass grommets, I think? They might have been chrome, and just picking up the color from the embers, but it wasn’t completely cupless. Not quite half cups, ended right under her nipples, that swelled up pale and hard.

Instead of shrinking back in the chill, I turned away, and picked up the screen to fold it back. Triptych, the 2 side pieces hinged to come together, like a Hieronymus Bosch. More specifically The Garden of Earthly Delights, I threw on another log, and a few curls of pine bark to help it catch light.

I didn’t have to tear myself away from the hypnotic flames rising, to look back at her. Up her bare legs, and the crotch covering her privates, then the lacing up the front, gathering her waist, and tummy in over the flare of her hips, her ribs, and the thin crescents supporting her pale breasts.

“Vinyl?” I guessed, feeling the glossy side, when she turned to stick out her hip, and barely covered buttock.

“Corset is!” She laughed, but it wasn’t quite a thong in back. It was more like a heart, with the sides curved in, instead of out, to disappear at a point between her legs. “It doesn’t look very hot.”

I felt the cold bare flesh of her buttock, marveling at hos smooth it was, then slipping my fingers down to follow the rolled edge of pleather to the crotch.

“It isn’t, but I see that I was right.” She touched the red fluffy ball with her thumb, and pushed it down so it stuck straight out. Instead of straight up. “You did grow into it.”

“Huh,” I resisted her. Seductive dress, and undress long enough. Of course, i wasn’t imagining that, but she assured me that she just wanted a boy’s opinion, and she didn’t have any other boys to model for, in person.

She’s not a model, even in the age of “Plus sized” models, she doesn’t look like one, nor even diet to try to fit into that mold. She makes her own clothes, to fit her body perfectly. Show off what she wants to, and tighten up what she doesn’t but it’s not crotchless.

Far from it, the pleather is a little too tight to even push, or pull away enough to get my fingers in. “Actually, it’s a little too tight.” I felt up her back.

“Corset is, that’s the point.” That’s her favorite joke, so she’s said it more than enough times for it to no longer be funny.

“Huh, no.” I pushed her shoulder down gently. “The nose, you better pull them down, before it cuts off the circulation.”

“Okay,” she grinned, and came around in front of me. Biting her lip, and looking down, then following her eyes, and her hands pulling the elastic waistband.

“Uh!” That bent my rock hard cock down almost painfully, and when my balls slipped out of the velvetine pouch, the air hit them so my scrotum shrank back. Then, the elastic bow in front slipped over my sensitive head, and it swung up to hit the front of my shirt.

I’d unbuttoned, in front of the fire, so it was still lose enough to pull off over my head. “Hohahehin!” She giggled, and wiggled her shoulders, so her boobs shook, and rubbed it back, and forth over my pubes. My balls brushed them, then she went back down, and blew on it.

“WhhhhhooahH!” First almost whistling, so her breath was chilly, and fast, then opening wide, so it slowed down, warm, and her moist tongue could hang out. Lap up flat, and wiggle the tip in the sensitive spot. Through the cleft of the head until she could try to dig it in the piss hole. “Oomph!” She boobed her head. “Smup, shlup!”

“Uh fuck, where’d you learned to give head like that?”

She sucked hard, shaming her nose back and forth in my pubes, and sniffed in a gasp through her nose. Then, she pulled back, her cheeks sucked tight in between her teeth, until the rubbed the sides, and the head swelled in the vacuum, rubbing the cleft with her tongue again, until it slipped out with a loud “SWOP! Puh, watching mom, and you know Billy.”

“Billy Bauer?” I guessed, shaking my head.

She giggled, “No, another Billy, but I guess I shouldn’t kiss, and tell, huh?”

I just shook my head, then let it roll back, my eyes drooping, and grunted to choke back a moan. “Uh, huh!” She held onto my buttocks, squeezing them, and shielding them from the fire behind me, but my balls even relaxed, and hung lower.

“Schugh aghlugh guk!” I couldn’t hold back when it squeezed into her throat, so I could feel it contract.

“Uhfugh!” My knees nearly gave out, but as soon as the first hot jet shoot out to splash on her tongue, she pulled out, and let go. Grabbing it with both hands, but not stroking it. her thumbs crossed underneath to feel the thick wads well up through the soft ridge, and aiming it to splash hot sticky, and white all over the tops of her tits.

“Uh, huh! Huh yeah. Imhn!” She let go, so I could sit down on the hot bricks, before I fell down on my shaking knees. Wiping it up with her fingers, smearing it all over her neck to leave it slick, and glistening, then sucking her fingers stuffed greedily into her mouth. “Smuip! Huh.” Her fingers were still sticky when she grabbed my face, pulled me in, and kissed me, then holding her chin up for me to lick down her neck. Her chest, and even find a little she missed collected in between.

“Happy birthday, Rudy.”

“Huh, yeah. Uh, you better go wash up.” I knew there had to be hot water left. Gas Water heater, stove, and burners, so we could still cook, and bathe, but I pulled up the new underwear, and tucked everything in where it goes. My soft drained dick in the snout, and put on my PJs over it, to curl up in the covers.

Listening to the water running in the downstairs tub, and watching the flames die down on the new log, as my eyes slowly fells shut.

“Huh!” Yeah, she made it the happiest birthday so far, but tomorrow wouldn’t be another day. As I drifted off to dream, I had to wonder what else she had planned for me…

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