I am diabolical. Brilliant, but diabolical. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but I don’t have anyone else to tell now. I mean, why go through all the effort if you’re the only one who gets to enjoy it. You see, my plan was perfect and if it wasn’t for old Saint Nick, I would have gotten away with it. Well, I guess I should tell you the story first, its long and I don’t have much time left now.
It all started nineteen years ago. My wife and I had recently been wed and were living a happy life. There were no complaints from either of us. We made great money, had great sex, and were both young and attractive. That was the life. There was no question in my mind that I was content. It kept going that way, until one year, we went home for Christmas. Although my wife wouldn’t find out, it was the strangest Christmas that I ever could have imagined. I found out that my sisters were having sex with my father.
Honestly, it was a complete accident. I just couldn’t sleep one night with all the excitement of the holidays and went downstairs to get some milk. To my dismay, there were my two beautiful older sisters having sex with my father. They did it for hours, the three of them. He was all dressed up in his red velvet Santa costume for the season and they were busy playing with the package he had for them. My oldest sister, Lucy, was sitting on his head, and Sally, the next in line, was crouched between his fur covered boots giving him a blowjob to celebrate the season.
I had never really thought about my sisters that way or the fact that they might do it with my dad. But honestly, after I saw it, I could think of nothing else. I never could bring myself to approach my sisters. They were just so beautiful and so out of reach for someone like me. I was just little Harold. Little Harold Angel. I screwed my wife for the next three weeks straight in my Santa costume. That weirded her out a bit, but she was glad for the constant lay. Seriously, I had never been so horny. But any time I caught sight of that crimson red, all I could think of was Sally’s fingers diddling in her pussy while she gave my dad head. It was an addiction. Three months later, I got my wife pregnant with twins.
Of course I didn’t know right when I got her pregnant that she was pregnant. We found out in July that we would have twin girls and that they would be born the day after Christmas. We were so thrilled. Christmas babies, twins no less! No parents spent more time preparing for their coming children then we did. And our sex was great even then.
On Thanksgiving, we went home to visit my family. Everyone was there- Mom, Dad, Lucy, and Sally. By this point, my wife was having cravings, didn’t want sex, and was sick or tired most of the time anyways. To shorten that line of thought, I was horny as hell. And there were my sisters; indirectly responsible for my children’s birth and oh, so attractive. One night, after my parents and my wife had gone to bed, I sat up with them.
I had a little bit too much eggnog to drink that night, but the mistake was well worth the reward. I blurted out my obsession with them and their Santa sex session with my dad. Too my dismay they both sincerely replied that it had not been dear old dad, but Saint Nick himself. And they really believed it! I could read my sister’s like a book and they really believed it!
At first the two of them just recounted their encounters with Santa Claus every Christmas Eve since they turned eighteen. But as they drank a little more, they grew a little more explicit. And more horny. And I followed right along. By the time they were talking about how long and hard his dick was, I had my penis in hand and was eagerly stroking off to their dirty gestures and recollections of their experience. The most exciting part about it was how innocent and naïve they were. They still believed that Santa was real and that at midnight on Christmas Eve, he would come down the chimney and give them a taste of his package. Roughly around that point in time, Lucy noticed my penis was in my hand and brought it to Sally’s attention. The two little vixens decided that they would give me an early present since I had been so good the past year. I can still remember as clear as day what happened next.
Sally leaned into Lucy and kissed her softly on the lips. Her hands would move to cradle her face in her hands as their tongues danced freely with the other. I was enchanted as I watched the seeming impossible and fantastical unfold before me. Sally played the aggressor in this game, her hands slipping inside Lucy’s light white blouse and I could hear her breathing switch to a quicker pace. Sally’s nipples were obviously hard through her shirt and they were not lonely for long. Let me tell you, there is nothing hotter than watching twin sisters making out, especially when they are your twin sisters! Sally was obviously rearing to go and she quickly went to work on Lucy’s buttons until her top hung loosely off her shoulders. I couldn’t believe that Lucy had gone the whole night without a bra. But now, with her naked skin glowing warmly beneath the soft kitchen lights, there was no denying it. Sally lowered her head to our sister’s teat and slowly began to suckle it. Her slurping was loud and quite excited. Lucy’s head lulled backward and her mouth hung open as her thighs spread apart, urging Sally to focus on other aspects of her anatomy.
She did not have to wait long as Sally slipped from her chair and hiked Lucy’s black skirt high upon her waist. No panties either! Let me tell you, by this point, I was close to bursting. Two of Sally’s fingers disappeared into the perfectly shaved lips of Lucy’s pussy and began to eagerly fuck in and out. Lucy was writhing in her chair, little moans and groans slipping out of her mouth and into the air. Soon Sally’s tongue joined the attack upon her twat and my nymphomaniac sisters engaged in some intense oral action. I was nearing my own orgasm as was Lucy. She had locked her legs behind her twin’s head to keep her mouth from breaking contact with her sensitive folds. Lucy looked towards me and signaled me closer with a single red painted finger. I leapt from my chair, my penis quite stirring and approached Lucy’s blonde coifed head. As soon as I was close, she pulled my penis into her mouth and swallowed me whole. My sister was quite the deep-throater and she eagerly sucked my dick to its full length. Still Sally strummed her tongue over Lucy’s pussy until she could hold back no longer.
In a convoluted spasm Lucy inhaled sharply and let out a long low cry. The hot air and vibrations through my cock sent me over the edge with her. I sprayed load after load of my fluids into her mouth until there was nothing left to spray. When I was finished she pulled free of my cock with a little pop and a dribble of my semen. Sally slid back up Lucy’s body and they exchanged their brother’s cum from mouth to mouth until there was nothing left. I slumped to the floor exhausted and overwhelmed by the magic I had just witnessed. From that day on, I promised myself on that kitchen floor, I would raise my girls to believe in Santa Claus, and when the day came I would make them believe!
The next four weeks would pass in a strange chaotic realm of new experiences, none of them as positive as my Thanksgiving night. My daughter’s were born at eleven o’clock on Christmas Eve in our local hospital. For the time being, my obsession with Santa Claus was sidelined. I would remember it on New Years when I got a call from a drunk and crying sister. (I am not sure which one it was, even to this day). Apparently Santa had not shown, and had left them each a lump of coal in their stocking. They both blamed me for getting them drunk and tricking them into putting on an incestuous show. We never would speak after that.
Year after year would pass in a whirlwind of activities. My wife became a mother first and a lover second and our relationship struggled. I was oblivious to the changes in her, taking too much time for work and too little time for her. She would disappear into a snowy night on Christmas Eve with the elf from the local mall’s North Pole picture workshop. They had met the year before when she had taken our daughter’s to get their pictures taken. Apparently they had been having an affair ever since. That was when my daughters turned nine. It seemed as if every Christmas brought bad news after that. My parents would die on Christmas day, one year apart, over the next two years. My sister Lucy would commit suicide the following year and Sally the year after. Five years of depression ensued for me and no promise of relief, other than the fact that I didn’t have anyone left who could die.
It was about that time that I learned my daughters still believed in Santa Claus. Their names were Joy and Rosie and they were growing up to be the cutest little buttons ever. At first, in my mind at least, there were no intentions behind sneaking around downstairs in my Santa Claus costume. I knew of a few years in which they would come down and peak at the old man who brought them their gifts. Their silly little giggles would alert me of their presence. So year after year I would creep from the closet beside the fireplace and would unload my large bag of toys for their birthday and Christmas. Then I would creep back into the pantry and make pitter patter noises on the wall until I heard them slink back to their room, content that Santa had come again.
About six months before their eighteenth birthday, during their graduation ceremony, I remembered my long lost promise to myself. Inadvertently (it wasn’t intentional, I swear), I had fulfilled the bulk of the work necessary to carry it through. They were die hard Santa enthusiasts and as far as I could tell, completely naïve to the fact that I was the man in the red suit creeping around at Christmas time. For the next six months I would have a constant erection.
As the fateful day drew near, I readied the preparations for Christmas Eve. I ate lots of junk food and put on about thirty pounds. I hid it beneath increasingly ill-filled suits and sweatshirts. I purchased numerous costumes until I settled on one that was very realistic with genuine sheep’s wool for sleeve and collar lining and a gold thread that wove its way up the crimson velvet sleeves. I bought two bottles of a white hair dye from a costuming shop and got a pair of big black leather boots from a riding supply store. It was perfect!
The night before Christmas Eve, I left two packages under the tree. Inside were identical naughty Mrs. Claus’ outfits. They were see-through teddies with lacy thongs and fur lining at the collar and at the base. I made sure to write on the note card that the gifts were from Santa, for Santa’s little girls. I couldn’t wait to unwrap my daughter’s nubile young bodies in them. The next morning the packages were gone and stashed away, so they would not have to show their daddy what dirty ole Santa had given them for their eighteenth birthday. Little did they know that I had a merry old dirty Christmas planned.
I went up to my room and got dressed for the festivities at eleven after my Rosie and Joy had gone to bed. I took my time fixing all the trappings to the costume just perfectly. I thoroughly dyed my hair white, along with dark beard that I had grown over the last two weeks. I was quite pleased with the results as I snuck downstairs and hid in my customary location beside the fireplace. At midnight, with my daughters securely eighteen, I crept from my hiding place and began to unload the many gifts I had stashed for this particular occasion. I was just fishing the last of the gifts from the bottom of the bag when I heard a little jingle on the stairwell behind me. I whirled, my heart racing, upon the sight of my twins, their outfits perfectly silhouetting their form.
A half-hearted “Ho-ho, ho-ho, Merry Christmas” managed to make it out of my breathless lips. They were gorgeous, their bodies perfect in every way. My erection tented upward in the velvety material of my pants, interrupting the white trappings around the coat’s base. The little minxes sauntered down the stairs, their hips swaying suggestively. I could have sworn I had a multitude of celebratory heart attacks as they came closer and closer. More details were revealed with each step into the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. I could see their full breasts capped by pink nipples pressing into the light materials which constructed their outfits. Rosie held up a little bell with a dangling piece of mistletoe trailing from the end.
“Merry Christmas, Santa Claus. We’ve waited so long for you. And we’ve been oh so very naughty thinking about you. Everyone always said you weren’t real, but we knew better. Now you owe each of us a Christmas kiss.”
A much more courageous jolly laugh pealed through the room. Even up close they didn’t know it was just their father. Their whole life had been designed for this night and now it was finally here. I lowered my large toy bag to the floor and reached an arm around each of my daughters’ bare shoulders and pulled them in close to my rotund belly. Their hands went wandering around its ample girth while they coyly stared up at me. I couldn’t decide which one to kiss first, but they answered for me. Both girls stood on their naked tip toes and leaned in close, their soft lips brushing against the thick stubble of my facial hair. Oh how I reveled in that sensation, the warmth of their bodies so close to mine.
Eager to move things onward I allowed my hands to drop slowly down their spines while they continued to kiss my cheek and jaw and neck. I could see goose bumps forming on their skin as my fingers trailed lower and lower. Soon each of my hands encased the forbidden fruits of their soft youthful ass cheeks. I squeezed and lifted pulling them in closer to my center. They looked up at one another, as their thighs brushed against my erection. In tandem, they dropped to their knees and worked together to undue the massive leather belt sagging below my stomach and then the large buttons holding my pants closed. The heavy material slumped to the floor the moment it was free, exposing my hard cock to my children’s twinkling eyes.
“Oh Santa, how can you go around the North Pole with no underwear on,” Rosie quizzed jokingly.
“Yeah and does this point your way in the dark when you don’t have Rudolph around,” Joy joined in.
I responded coyly to their teasing. “It pointed me right to you girls. Ho, ho, ho, ho!”
An “Oh goody, aren’t we lucky”, squeaked from someplace below my waistline. Then things were quiet again until I felt two pairs of lips press onto opposite sides of my cock in an open mouthed kiss. I peered down over my belly at the sight below. Rosie and Joy were making out with my cock in the middle. Their small little tongues darted over the heavy red head of my dick as their lips sought to reach each other. Rosie had one hand at the base of my cock, while Joy fondled her sister’s breasts through her teddy. Rosie’s spare hand was reaching out to clutch her sister’s naked ass. They continued their kissing and lapping over my cock for several more minutes until Rosie pulled back, her hand still slowly stroking over my length.
“Santa, it looks like you only have one gift to give. Who gets it first?”
I knew exactly what she was asking and I figured that she could have it first, since she was often the most teasing and sexually provocative of the set. When I said so, I noticed a small frown on Joy’s face, but I quickly reassured her that there would be plenty of packages to go around.
Rosie sprawled backwards on the floor, her legs drawn up beneath her butt and spread slightly, allowing me to make out the distinctive cleft of her pussy lips underneath the small swatch of fabric. Joy knelt between her thighs and quickly moved to disrobe her sister. Her small hands worked in a very experienced rhythm to remove the thong, then untie the knots that held the teddy on. Once she was finished she spun from between Rosie’s thighs and looked up at me, waiting for Santa’s response to the gift she had offered. I dropped hurriedly to my knees, worried that the Christmas wet dream might come to an end.
My hand shakingly aimed my eight inch dick at my daughter’s young and barely legal pussy. It was perfectly shaved and I could see the sparkle of a green light on already moist pussy lips. My breathing nearly nonexistent, I leaned forward on one arm and pressed the wide head of my cock against her impossibly tight hole. As I leaned forward I saw her squirm in pain.
“Oh Santa, we’ve saved ourselves for you. No other man in all the world is as wonderful as you and we wanted to give you ourselves as a gift. Be gentle please,” Rosie gasped as I pressed farther into her. Joy was kneeling by my side, one hand on her twin’s knee and the other reaching beneath my legs to caress my heavy ball sack. I could feel the small barrier of her hymen and I knew that they had really saved themselves for dear old imaginary Saint Nick. I reared back and with a final thrust took the gift she had offered to me. Rosie let out a small yelp of pain as my large dick stretched her to unimaginable lengths. Joy, taking pity on her sister, leaned forward and started to kiss her over her neck and collar bone and her breasts. Her soft gentle tongue lashing obviously had a positive effect as I felt Rosie’s youthful thighs start to squirm on my dick.
Taking that as a cue to really start up, I plunged back and forth, in and out. Rosie was gasping quite audibly now, as my dick sent her to previously unexplored heights. I could see a small red ring of her virgin blood forming at the base of my cock as I pounded in and out of her pussy. My hands went down her thighs to her hips and I used her small feminine body to leverage myself deeper into her. Her pussy was extraordinarily hot and wet and its grip was perfect. I could feel sweat forming on my brow as controlling my own pace became more difficult. Rosie was now thrusting back down on my dick, her little butt grinding across the floor and onto my shaft.
Joy had grown tired of being a sidelined participant and decided to get a little more active in our little escapade. She quickly removed her own thong and clambered over her sister’s face, her pussy six inches from the delectably pouting lips of her sister. Rosie finished the motion and ended the suspense for her. Her hands eagerly shot up and grabbed Joy’s thighs and pulled her pussy squarely onto her face. I saw her pink tongue dart out just before the two naked surfaces made contact and Joy’s eyes shot open as she experienced oral sex for the first time. Rosie lapped at her sister’s pussy and kept up a lively hummed Jingle Bells rendition into her folds. Joy’s hips were soon rocking enthusiastically over her sister’s mouth as I continued to hammer into her twin. I could hear the interruptions in Rosie’s tune as my cock reached especially trying depths of her sensitive pussy.
My cock was glistening red and green and blue and yellow in the framing lights of the Christmas tree and Rosie’s pussy offered the same reflections as her juices leaked from her enclosure. Joy’s hands were firmly gripped on her sister’s pert breasts as she rubbed her twat into her face and tongue. I heard a high pitched squeal escape from beneath Joy’s pussy. It was a new noise, but it became quickly apparent that Rosie had reached her first orgasm. The sudden onslaught of muscle spasms and the new flood of hot juices down her chute caught me off guard and I lost control myself. The first shot of my cum flew deep into her pussy and I hastily tried to beat a retreat, but Rosie’s thighs suddenly locking behind my buttocks kept my cock firmly buried in my daughter’s depths as more of my cum spilled into her. She squirmed even more on my cock, drawing as much of my cum from my body as possible. Then she collapsed beneath me in the final spasms of her orgasm.
Joy understood what had taken place and she too came, as the sight of Santa Claus cumming in her twin sister’s pussy proved too much to handle. Visible drops of fluid poured onto Rosie’s face and chin and dripped down to the floor beneath her. For a few more minutes we would remain locked in that position, the last expressions of our orgasms escaping us. Then Joy dismounted and crawled away from Rosie and I, her naked ass wagging in the air as she leaned into the sofa cushions, her pussy ready for the taking. Rosie slipped off my dick and squirmed away, her pussy leaving a trail of juices from a dark spot on the carpet. I crawled after my twins, lured on by the promise of another virgin pussy to be ravaged. God, I loved being Santa!
My dick was limp and covered in the evidence of Rosie and I’s fucking by the time I made it to the couch. Joy grumbled into the couch as Rosie lay beneath her bent form, waiting for my arrival. My dirty incestuous hands roamed over my daughter’s body, my fingers sampling the fleshly wears that she had to offer. While I waited for my cock to recover, I began to finger her juicy twat, trying to keep her ready for my size. Joy seemed somewhat appeased by this, but not satisfied. Rosie understood her sister’s needs and took it upon herself to help.
By now I was straddling Rosie’s chest, with my dick limply hanging just shy of the promises of Joy’s tunnel. Rosie’s head raised from the carpeted floor and her mouth fastened on my balls. The heat of her orifice sucking the full size of my ball into her mouth as her tongue lashed against my ball. A small dainty feminine hand reached up to slowly stroke the length of my flaccid dick. It did not take long of the gentle but steady stimulation from my already fucked daughter to get me standing back at full attention. Joy giggled gleefully as she felt me press my dick into her pussy.
Despite the obvious tightness of her twat, Joy aggressively leaned backwards onto my dick, quickly tearing through her hymen. I was now buried up to my shaft in my second daughter’s pussy. My hands firmly gripped her hips as I began to draw back to plunge back into her. I paused momentarily as I felt Rosie’s tongue rejoin the meeting of Joy and I’s sexes. With her gentle oral stroke to encourage me onward I thrust forward into Joy’s pussy. I built up a steady rhythm of fucking as I watched the small jiggle of the soft flesh of Joy’s ass. I rotated my hips a bit to increase the stimulation on various parts of my cock and in her pussy. Rosie’s tongue was equally covering the sensitive clit and lips of her sister before dodging back down to the exposed underside of my dick.
I leaned back fully with each stroke, my dick nearly popping free, before slamming its soaked surface into Joy’s twat. I glanced over my shoulder and was greeted with the sight of Rosie fingering her own exposed pussy hurriedly. My strategy had evolved into an incestuous orgy and I reveled in it.
Joy pushed her chest up from the couch and leaned back against my large belly. My hand snaked from her hips to her breasts as I sought to change the angle of my thrusts. The new position pressed the head of my cock into the outer wall of her pussy and connected with her G-spot. This new sensation quickly encouraged Joy to a faster more aggressive grind on my cock. Rosie’s tongue continued its assault on the underside of my dick and Joy’s pussy. Our orgy was reaching a fevered pitch as I sensed that the second of my twins was about to have an intense G-spot orgasm. Sure enough with another flick of her sister’s tongue over her clit and one more upward thrust that drug over the length of her sensitive inner stimulus, Joy’s head dropped as her back arched and her pussy clamped down on my cock. Moments later an impossibly large amount of fluids poured from her vagina as she experienced the intensity of euphoria that the orgasm brought on. Her twin sister hastily lapped up as much of the flood of juices as possible, but found herself not fast enough. Much of the fluids covered her face, hair, and floor.
There is no way to explain to you or anyone else how precious that moment was. Just as her orgasmed finished; mine came. A full load of my semen flooded my daughter’s pussy and it hurriedly drank up as much as possible. I couldn’t believe the amount of cum that I generated to fill Joy’s pussy, despite having just filled Rosie up with a full load. Rosie’s tongue lashing caused my cock to spurt shot after shot until I was completely drained. I would sit there, my daughters’ bodies now mine, savoring the closeness and intensity of the emotional and sexual response I experienced.
I was just catching my breath when I heard a heavy thud from behind me. It was strange and caught me off guard. I whirled away from the reclining form of Joy’s body, my cock still inside of her, and saw a heavyset man in a red suit stepping from the chimney, a large bag on his back and an even bigger erection in his pants. My eyes went wide as I realized who it was. I only had a moment to register the glowing red that filled his pudgy face before his heavy bag swung and connected with my head.
The rest of my night would be spent seeing stars and angels and elves and a jolly fat man.
That is the end of the triumphant portion of my tale. The next morning I awoke to a throbbing headache and a loud pounding at my door. I managed to drag myself to my feet and stumbled to the door which I hurriedly yanked open. Much to my surprise, stood two young police officers who reacted in shock to the site I presented. My pants were someplace else in the house and my cock lulled lazily between my naked thighs and above the heavy black leather boots. Apparently a half naked Santa Claus impostor is not as common as one would think. They were quick to put me in handcuffs as they searched the house.
Apparently, my neighbors reported seeing a big old man having sex with my daughters throughout our house during the course of the night. They had been convinced a lecherous individual had broken in and raped them. The police had arrived to find me and my daughters’ DNA all over my penis, my hands, my dyed beard, my stomach, and basically everywhere else. A thorough search by a crime lab turned up plenty of evidence to warrant my prosecution. I tried telling them that it wasn’t me, that old Saint Nick had really been the one they wanted. But I was laughed right to jail.
Old Saint Nick had not been content to frame me for rape. My daughters had disappeared during the night and I was certain that they had been taken to the North Pole workshop to service the old fatty’s whims. Santa Claus had left me a lump of coal and with a heap of charges. The jury had been quick to convict me on all counts. There is no place in society for an admittedly incestuous father who takes advantage of a childhood fantasy to have sex with his kids. They convicted me of two counts of murder, rape, various levels of sexual assault, incest, and more. Death was quickly agreed upon as the necessary method of punishment. My appeals all were equally quick to be shot down. Unbelievable! What happened to being innocent until being proven guilty. My guess is the government knows about Santa and uses him to spy on the Iranians. I might just be part of a cover up.
Now here I am sitting in a cell beside yours. You probably actually killed somebody. Me, I’ve just been victimized by a Yule time fantasy. I hope you understand. On some level it might have been worth it. Joy and Rosie were fantastic. I haven’t forgotten a single detail of their perfect Christmas bodies. Its kind of ironic, but I’m scheduled for the chair on Christmas. Huh. Weird.