“I am so proud of you, Nick. You have turned into a fine man and will be an excellent Santa Claus.”
“Maybe Kris just needs a bit more of your trust, too. Yes, he differs from most here in the village, but he has his own ways. They aren’t necessarily wrong, they just aren’t the way everyone is used to doing them around here.”
Carol nods her understanding as she turns back to the sink, wiping it free of the soapsuds that have gathered.
My heart drops at the thought of Kris, alone and upset, out in the garage working on my sleigh. The sudden pang of need to go and check on him overtaking me.
I grab my jacket and scarf from the back of the kitchen door, wrapping them around me. The sight of his jacket hanging on the hook next to mine had me remembering that Kris had walked out of the house in nothing but a muscle tee earlier.
Despite my father’s Christmas magic heating all the buildings in the village, the outside weather, especially at this time of year, remained bitterly cold.
The overwhelming smell of peppermint and cigarettes hits me as I pull his jacket from the hook. The smell, so intoxicating, I can’t help but bury my nose into the black wool, inhaling deeply. Closing my eyes, I will my dick to not react to his familiar scent. The smell solidifying my resolve to make sure he was okay.
“I’ll be back in a while.” Carol turns at the sink, looking at me, brows furrowing.
“Where are you going?” she questioned, “There is a storm coming later.”
Part of me debates telling her I forgot something at the office, but the other part of me assures my brain that even though I had constant dreams about sucking her son’s dick, there was nothing wrong with my checking on my brother.
“I’m gonna go check on Kris.” I nod and pull the back door open. Opting to walk through the backyard, not wanting to risk bumping into my father on the other side of the house. Carol’s voice had me pausing before I could close the door.
“You’re a good brother, Nick.”
Kris’ scent wrapped around my cock as I stood in the doorway looking back at the same shade of green that has haunted my dreams since I was fifteen.
I didn’t feel like a very good brother.
I find myself taking the long way to the garage. Our little winter village is beautiful, especially at night, when the snow settles after the bustling activity of the day.
The town square with a red and white lamppost in the center marks the Northern most spot of the world. Fairy lights cover every inch of roofing and railing and spreads to the center, meeting in a spiral at the very tip of the post.
As the year gets closer to Christmas, our decorations become more extravagant.
The Christmas tree, a one hundred foot pine, dragged down by the reindeer from the top of the mountains that surround us, marks the start of our holiday season. The tree was a magnificent sight to behold as it stands tall at the heart of the village. Its branches are adorned with countless lights that form a mesmerizing wave of brightness, ending with a dazzling golden star at the very top.
Tinsel and baubles decorate every window, and the constant wafting of hot chocolate and gingerbread fills the air. Even at the end of the holiday season, the lights remain on the buildings all year round, still making this place feel magical long after the snow melts.
I had never realized just how magical this place was in my teens. I was itching to see the world, experience somewhere else.
That was until Kris arrived with his mom. The wonder that crossed his face made me develop a newfound appreciation for the village I had spent my entire life in.
Funny how, now the thought of leaving my home in four days, even if only for one night, made me want to hurl.
With snow crunching underfoot, my focus lands on the garage. It was wrapped in the same Christmas lights as every other building but still a yellow glow poured through the window, like a beacon calling me.
The distant sound of Kris’ metal music reached my ears on the breeze, a clear indication that he was still locked inside, engrossed in his work.
My hands wrap around the handle to pull the door open, but I freeze when a guttural moan cries out through the cold steel. My brain is second guessing what it just heard, but my cock certainly doesn’t as it springs to life, pressing hard against my zipper, causing a small whimper to slip from my mouth.
The side window sits to my right and I move towards it on instinct, using the sleeve of my jacket to wipe away the snow dusting over the windowpane.
My throat bobs, mouth watering at the sight in front of me.
Kris stands half naked, bare ass pressed into the side of the sleigh, head tipped back in pleasure.
I know I should turn away but I can't. This sight isn't meant for me, though I can't deny the heat rising in my body as my hand palms my growing erection.
Biting my lip, I watch him swallow as another groan leaves his lips. He uses one hand to push back the stray curl that has fallen across his face. My eyes track every movement of his muscles down the length of his torso, tensing and flexing as he pushes forward.
That’s when I realize I’ve been too absorbed in my own thoughts to notice that Kris is not alone.
On her knees in front of him is Pepper, one of the line elves from the workshop.
Now I know I should leave. Watching Kris is bad enough but watching him roughly pound into the mouth of one of my employees is definitely not in any of the employer handbooks my father has made me pour over.
Kris leans against the side of the sleigh, his tee still on but his ripped jeans pool at his ankles, one hand presses against the side of the sleigh and the other firmly gripping into Pepper’s hair.
She sits naked in front of him, her arms bound tightly behind her back with tinsel, straddling the life size outdoor snowman that usually stands proudly at the entrance to the garage.
The snowman glows, still lit up from within as Pepper grinds herself back and forth over its smiling face, the inflatable carrot nose rubbing against her clit with each slow grind.
I take a second to get over the shock of seeing one of my employees pleasuring herself on one of the town square decorations, but my attention naturally finds its way back to Kris.
His abs flex every time the base of his cock hits the back of her throat. The sight has me panting, pushing myself up against the wall, desperate for any friction.
He doesn’t even look at her while she goes to town on him, even though her body is on full display for him, clearly eager for him to fuck her.
Instead, he casually leans against my sleigh, running his hand across the gleaming red paint as the four-foot elf sucks his cock with vigor.
