Page 40 of A Raging Merry Christmas
“Those are some lucky women,” Carly muttered, gazing at our packages again.
Rock’s scowl darkened as Carly patted him. “And you’re doing this halfway through? I need you to keep that costume. We’re going to get kinky.”
Rock perked up a little, but I don’t think he’d grasped what we four just had. All the women and any old enough kid would be staring at our cocks. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. But… I did wonder if Summer and Irish would like a naughty elf tonight.
Phoe
I huddled in the sleigh with Drake, covered with thick fur blankets, and thoroughly enjoyed the ride through the lit forest. It looked magical. Peyton, Dante, Timmy, and Scout were loving it. It was moments like this that mattered. The Santa village looked amazing as we approached, and I was busy getting the kids organised before we lost a curious fucker somewhere.
When I finally made sure they were all present, the others had followed in the sleighs behind, and I turned to Santa’s home and gaped. The first thing that caught my eye was the huge cocksstuffed into tights. There was no mistaking what they were. The next was a pair of tight-muscled buns, which belonged to Ace.
“Oh no. Tell me you didn’t make them come out here like that,” I whispered, horrified, but that still did not stop me from admiring the scene.
Drake was looking pretty pleased with himself. His brothers looked embarrassed, but Drake hadn’t realised the ramifications.
“Drake, this is indecent, and they’d be arrested in public,” I hissed as we ushered some of the older children in to see Axel.
“What is?”
“All those wonderful large cocks on display and those tight buns. Shit, I want to bite Ace's ass and see if it’s as juicy as it looks,” I said, and Drake stopped mid-step.
He turned to stare at his four brothers, who were glaring at him.
“See that! That’s the reaction we’ve had off any female over the age of twelve,” Apache snarled.
I couldn’t take my eyes off their groins and licked my lips. My fellow old ladies were lucky bitches.
Drake growled, but I was enjoying the view too much. As was Ali-kat, who Blaze was desperately trying to distract.
“I think Blaze needs one of those next year,” Ali-kat said.
“I’m thinking the same,” I agreed.
“What? That Blaze needs one?” Drake yelled.
“No. You do. And I’ll get a naughty elf costume, too,” I replied, my eyes still focussed on the four packages lined up in front of me.
“Where are the damn shorts?” Drake growled. “The picture showed they came with them. Where are they?”
One of the moving snowmen laughed, and we all turned to it.
“Tye!” I warned, knowing my own son’s laughter.
“Honestly, I don’t know. But this is some funny shit. Dad planned to punish them, and instead, he’s the one being punished.”
“True,” I agreed. “But we should do something because of the kids.”
Finally, Jared gave up where the shorts were, and the wonderful images of those groins were hidden away. Although the old ladies insisted on an elf parade, once the children were all in bed. Those who hadn’t seen them felt ever so cheated.
Drake
Surely, someone knew I was missing by now. I reckoned an hour had passed since I’d informed Ace and Phoe that I was coming down the chimney. They’d all been in the music hall for the singsong, which had gone perfectly when I’d snuck out and dressed as Santa.
I had got stuck just a few feet from the bottom. I heard the door open, and somebody enter the drawing room.
“Help!” I yelled.
Silence met me, and then there was a scuffling noise.