Little Billy Writes to Santa
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Dear Santa,
If my Sister or my Mother or Father have been in touch with you, don’t believe them. I’ve been a good boy, but my Sister has been mean to me, and she’s always telling me what to do. My Mother and Father are the same way. And when I don’t want to do everything they tell me to do, they say I’m a bad boy, but I’m not.
This year, Santa, I don’t want any presents for Christmas. What I’d really like for Christmas is for my Sister and my Parents not to be so mean to me. I’d like to be able to tell them what to do for a change. Yeah, that’s what I want for Christmas.
Anyway, I hope you have a safe trip Christmas Eve this year, and I’ll leave you a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, unless there’s something else you’d like more. Let me know.
Signed,
Billy Logan, age eight
December 1
P.S. If you can’t get me what I asked for above, I’d like a puppy.
--Ah, ‘Farc#l%’, we have arrived just in time. Our transdimensional modulator-demodulator has brought us to the interesting alternate dimension I was telling you about. This dimension calls itself “Earth” and the inhabitants call themselves “humans.” We have been studying these inhabitants. They have many extraordinary beliefs and behaviors that we do not fully understand. This inhabitant is performing a ritual that is particularly interesting and perplexing to us.--
--So you have communicated previously, ‘Mush@E!’ But being here does not clarify. My dimensional scanner translates the communication units the small bipedal container of dissolved salts and proteins has recorded. If I understand your previous reports correctly, we have identified his species as intelligent, though not as intelligent or advanced as our species. Please clarify this event he describes: Christmas? And why does he present supplications to this being—Santa. Who is this being?--
--Very astute inquiries, your exquisite hollowness. Although we are still studying this “Christmas,” we have determined that it is a cyclical interval of time this species observes for the commemoration of greed and love of material possessions. “Santa” appears to be the individual this species venerates as the originator of this “Christmas.” He is reputed to be a possessor of much material wealth. The individual communicating this supplication is young, a ‘Boer@@g’ of this species. We have determined that many ‘Boer@@gGi’ of this species make similar supplications to “Santa” at this interval of time, in the hope that his greed can be overcome, and he can be persuaded to share his material wealth with them. We have found evidence in this dimension’s “entertainment”—what you would call ‘8mra^#’ in our dimension—that such supplications to this “Santa” can and will be addressed. This culminates at the end of the interval of time when the young supplicants gather to determine if their supplications were successful. Those whose supplications are successful rejoice and feast.--
--And those whose supplications are unsuccessful?--
--We have limited data on this, but apparently they are hung over the domicile’s heating source opening and eaten at the feast.--
--I comprehend the symbolic model you have synthesized. But what of this “Billy?” Will his supplication be addressed?--
--According to our research and analysis of past supplications, it is unlikely. It does not appear to conform to the necessary parameters that would elicit a beneficial response from the quasi-deity Santa.--
--Unfortunate. I find myself intrigued by the ramifications of this Boer@@g’s supplication. Could we not synthesize our own response to his supplication that would satisfy the specifications Billy has enumerated in his communication?--
--While we cannot as yet predict the ramifications of such a synthesis on these beings, with our advanced technology, we are able to interact in this dimension to enact the complete parameters of his graphical request. Of course, we would need to enact this synthesis at the proper chronological terminus to the event. That is, on Christmas morning, when all such supplications are brought to fruition.--
--And what form will this synthesis take?--
--With your exquisite hollowness’ approval, the synthesis will take the form of a ‘glor&h\0p’ contained in a hollow cuboid adorned with cellulose fibers that reflect electromagnetic radiation at 680 nanometers and 500 nanometers in alternating bands. It sounds strange, but that is the proper housing for a “Christmas Present.”--
--Very well. I will leave it to you, ‘Mush@E!’ to enact this plan. I only hope that the ramifications of this synthesis will not lead to the extinction of this dimension’s inhabitants. That always involves so much paperwork…--
--I must warn you, your exquisite hollowness: I calculate a possible variance in the fidelity of the synthesis due to gl*ts>h radiation in this dimension. This variance is ±.245. Such a variance will not significantly impact the existence of species inhabiting this dimension, but it may affect the Boer@@g and those in his immediate domicile.--
By Christmas morning, Billy Logan had forgotten all about what he had written to Santa about his sister and parents. He remembered only asking for what he really wanted—a puppy. He had tried to be as good as he possibly could in the weeks between December 1 and Christmas. He understood the connection between being good and Christmas presents.
As most eight-year-olds do, he woke up early on Christmas morning—long before his parents would be up, earlier even than his twelve-year-old sister would get up. He knew better than to make any noise that would wake his parents before the agreed-upon seven a.m. He occupied himself by inspecting the presents under the tree. He didn’t expect the puppy to be under the tree, but he tried to determine if any of the presents were connected to puppies. He paid little attention to a gaudy little box, decorated in an odd red and green pattern, with a tag that read “To Billy, From Sn@ta.”
After what seemed like hours, his sister woke up, dressed, and came downstairs to join him in inspecting her packages under the tree. Although he would never admit it, he thought his older sister, Mandy, was the prettiest girl in the neighborhood. She was several inches taller than him, with a slim body and long legs. Her blonde hair fell in perfect curls to the middle of her back, framing a pretty face with bright blue eyes, a button nose, and rosy cheeks. At twelve, she had begun experimenting with makeup, but her mother wouldn’t let her go to school with anything more than a little lipstick. On Christmas morning, she looked adorable in a red Christmas sweater and green leggings.
Shortly after seven, Bill and Laura Logan came downstairs in matching Christmas sweaters and pants. Bill had the same curly dark brown hair that Billy had. He was fit and handsome, keeping in shape by running. His wife looked younger than her thirty-three years. She was a petite blonde, as pretty as her daughter, although with much more chest than her daughter currently had.
Laura insisted on fixing the traditional Christmas morning breakfast. By the time she had finished, her parents and her grandmother had arrived.
Billy rushed through his breakfast, then waited as patiently as he could while the rest of the family finished. Soon enough, the family sat around the living room and Bill Logan began handing out presents. Little Billy opened his presents, eager to see any that might suggest that he was getting a puppy. He smiled as he opened the usual underwear from his great-grandmother, the gift card his Aunt Ellen had sent, various clothes and toys from his parents, and a RC car from his sister Mandy. But none of them was what he really wanted.
“Hey Billy, here’s one I almost missed,” his father said as he handed Billy the brightly wrapped box. “And it’s from Santa—well, I think anyway.” He said, confused. He didn’t remember seeing the package before. He held it up to show his wife and the other adults, who shrugged. He tossed it to Billy.
Billy opened the strange box, finding a large black marble inside. He held it up, inspecting it closely. It felt strange in his hand, warm and slightly oily. The color seemed to swirl and change slightly. He turned to his parents, and was going to ask them what it was, but they acted like they had already forgotten about it. He looked at his sister, then his grandparents and great-grandmother but no one seemed to be interested in the object.
Just as he was about to say something, his grandfather stood up and looked at him. “Hey, Billy, why don’t you put on your jacket and come out to the car with me. I’ve got something special for you.”
Making a guess what that “something special” could be, Billy jumped up, yelling “Oh boy,” rushed up to his room, put on his jacket and slippers, and ran back down. As the family followed them out to the front yard, his grandfather opened the back door of his SUV and took out a large dog carrier. To Billy’s delight, it contained a gangly puppy, a brown and white long haired dog that looked like it was part spaniel mixed with several other breeds.
As his grandfather set the carrier down and opened the door, the puppy ambled out, looking at Billy and the others. Billy could contain himself no longer, and rushed to pet and hug the puppy. It responded by barking at him, then sniffing and licking his face.
His mother took this opportunity to explain the responsibilities of pet ownership to her son, who agreed to everything she said, too excited to actually listen. Finally, he led the puppy to the back yard and began playing.
Billy decided to name the puppy “Ranger.” He took the dog out to the backyard to play until dinner time. After Christmas dinner, his grandparents and great-grandmother left after many thanks, hugs, and kisses. After they left, his parents convinced him that the puppy (and he) needed a nap, so he headed upstairs to use the bathroom before his nap. As Billy pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet, he immediately noticed something different. As he tried to pee, it was obvious that his dick and balls were not the same as when he got up this morning. Where before he had no trouble sitting on the toilet and peeing, now his dick barely fit between his legs and the seat. In addition, when he finished peeing, his dick got bigger and stiffer. He touched it, and felt an entirely new sensation. He groaned slightly. He began rubbing it, enjoying the sensations that surged through him. His dick stiffened even more.
For some reason, as he rubbed his erection—his cock as some of the older boys in the neighborhood called it—he thought of the black marble he had gotten that morning. It was still in his pocket. He stopped jerking himself off long enough to take it out of his pocket. As he held it, it felt different this time. It felt softer, and as he held it, it warmed, and softened to a black goo in the palm of his hand. As it spread out over the palm of his hand, it slowly disappeared, as if being absorbed into his skin.
When it was gone, Billy smiled. He began to jerk off again, enjoying the sensation as his cock grew erect again.
While he was doing this, there were some changes to other members of his family. Down the hall his sister turned to the vanity and makeup mirror next to her dresser and began applying makeup. Although the vanity and its contents had not been there five minutes before, as far as she was concerned, she had been wearing makeup for some time now. When she was finished, she looked like a sluttier version of herself.
Downstairs, Billy’s father was watching a football game. As a commercial came on, showing a sexy female celebrity trying to convince the mostly male sports audience to buy an expensive SUV, Bill Logan absently rubbed his cock through his loose lounge pants. He didn’t notice it, but his erection was considerably larger than it had been when he made love to his wife the previous night. As the football game came back on, he ended the idle fantasy he had been jerking off to, and concentrated on the game.
In the kitchen, Laura was washing the dishes that wouldn’t go in the dishwasher. As she worked, the t-shirt she had put on got wet, and her nipples hardened and stood up against the fabric. When she noticed her breasts showing through the wet t-shirt, she absentmindedly rubbed them, enjoying the feeling. It didn’t occur to her that five minutes ago she had been wearing a bra. If she had thought about it at all, she would have remembered that she hadn’t ever worn a bra, and didn’t own one.
When Billy exited the bathroom, he was in no mood to take a nap. Instead, he headed down the hall to his sister’s room. He opened the door and saw his sister sitting on her bed, texting her friends about what she had gotten for Christmas. “Billy, get out of my room,” she scolded. “You’re supposed to knock first anyway.”
“I’ll come in your room any time I want to,” he said.
“Of course, you can come in my room any time you want to,” she replied, not even looking up from her phone.
“Put down the phone, Mandy.” As he said this, she dropped her phone and looked at her little brother. “I always thought you were pretty. Take off your clothes so I can see you better.”
“Thanks, little brother, I’ll be happy to strip for you.” She smiled at him and stood up. She removed her clothes slowly, teasing him as she slowly revealed her body. When she was completely nude, she smiled sexily at him and struck a pose with her hands on her hips. “Like what you see little brother?”
“You’re beautiful, Mandy. I can touch you wherever I want, right?” he said as he stepped toward her.
“Of course, Billy. You can touch me wherever you want.” She stood still as Billy’s hands touched her hips, then tentatively moved between her legs. His right hand moved up and caressed her small tits. She shivered as he ran a finger along her pussy slit. As she stood still, he moved closer and kissed her nipples.
Unexpectedly, she pushed him back. “Billy, you shouldn’t do that,” she said, looking confused. “You’re my brother. It’s all right to touch me, but brothers shouldn’t do that with sisters.”
“Mandy, I can do whatever I want to you. And you’ll never stop me, no matter what. You enjoy it when we do something naughty like that.” His voice sounded annoyed.
“Of course, Billy, you can do anything to your big sister,” she replied, putting her arms down at her sides.
Billy reached up and pinched her left nipple, causing her to gasp. He giggled. While he continued groping her, he began jerking off his cock. When it got hard, he moved around and sat on the bed. He was eager to try something one of his older friends had mentioned.
“Mandy, I want you to suck on my dick. It won’t be gross, in fact, you will enjoy it so much that you’ll want to do it any time I ask you to.”
Her expression went from one of shock to delight. She licked her lips.
“I like sucking your dick, Billy. Sisters should always suck their brothers’ dicks.” Mandy smiled and knelt down in front of him. She licked his dick, then sucked on it. Even hard, it fit easily in her mouth.
She happily slurped and sucked on it, reaching down to massage his balls. The sensation was unlike anything he had felt before, and he decided he really liked it. He also decided he would try some of the other things he had seen when he had had a sleepover at Carlos’ house. Carlos had shown him and the other boys some pictures he had downloaded when he had figured out how to get around his parents’ blocking software on his computer. Although he hadn’t understood the pictures at the time, now those images seemed burnt into his brain in high def.
After a few minutes, he felt the unmistakable sensation of his balls filling, and he came for the first time, Mandy slipping his dick out of her mouth just as he did. He squirted all over her face. Instead of being grossed out, she smiled and licked it up, thinking the white goo tasted wonderful.
“That’s a good sister, Mandy,” he said, leaning back. “Good sisters always do anything their brothers want, and they enjoy anything their brothers tell them to do.”
“Of course, Billy, I want to be a good sister. What do you want me to do now?” She continued wiping cum off her face and licking it off her fingers.
Billy thought for a moment. He didn’t understand why Mandy was doing everything he told her to, but somehow, he knew his parents would be the same way. He thought of all the fun things he could do with his parents and Mandy, now that he could tell them to do anything he wanted. He realized he needed to be careful, so that no one else would catch onto what was going on. But he could still have lots of fun.
“Mandy, I think you should give Daddy a very special Christmas present. Why don’t you put on your Christmas sweater you wore earlier, and come downstairs in a few minutes after I’ve talked to Dad.”
He said a few other things to his sister, so she’d know what kind of present she was going to give her father, then he walked downstairs.
In the living room, Bill Logan was still watching the game, not noticing that every time a commercial came on or they showed the cheerleaders, he was jerking off. When he heard footsteps on the stairs, he straightened up, finding it difficult to hide his larger erection in his pants.
“Hey, Billy, you’re up early from your nap, aren’t you? You wanna watch the game with me?” he said as his son came in the living room.
“Not right now, Dad,” Billy said. His father went back to watching the television. “Dad, show me your cock.”
“Sure, Billy,” the man said, casually sliding his pants down and pulling out his cock.
Billy was surprised that his father’s cock was so big, and hard. Having limited experience, he wondered if all men had cocks that size. The men in the porn magazines Carlos had shown him were the same way.
“Are you hard like that all the time, Dad?”
His father glared at him, although he didn’t put away his cock. “Billy! You shouldn’t ask questions like that!”
“But Dad, I can ask any questions I want, and you’ll answer them, no matter what,” the boy said.
“Of course I will answer any question you ask. No, I’m not hard like that all the time, but for some reason this afternoon my penis has been like this.” He began to stroke it.
“That’s all right, Mandy wants to give you a Christmas present that will help with that,” Billy said just as Mandy came downstairs. She was wearing her Christmas sweater, with nothing else. Her bare crotch was clearly visible.
“Christmas present? I don’t understand.” He looked at his daughter as she came in the living room. “Mandy! Why are you dressed like that! You really should cover yourself up more around your brother and I.”
She just smiled impishly and sat down by her father on the couch.
“No, Dad, Mandy likes showing herself off to you and me around the house, and you are all right with that,” Billy said, looking at his sister’s bare pussy.
At this, his father smiled, looking at his daughter with new eyes. “Yes, I like Mandy showing herself off.”
“Now, Dad, for Christmas, Mandy’s decided to help you with your hard cock, and you’ll like it. Isn’t that nice of her?”
Mandy reached over and put her hand on her father’s erection. “Oh, yes, she gives her daddy the best Christmas presents,” he said, as she began jerking him off.
Billy watched his sister’s actions and began stroking his cock through his pants. “Yes, and not only Christmas. I think you should have fun together all the time, when you’re home. I mean, you’ll always be hard when Mandy’s around, and she’ll be happy to suck or fuck you to make you feel better. That’s what daddies and their little girls do.”
Mandy put her lips on the head of her father’s cock. He groaned. “Oh, yes, Mandy’s a good daughter.”
She began sucking on her father’s cock. He stroked her hair, thoroughly enjoying the preteen’s efforts. His wife rarely gave him blowjobs, and he was looking forward to getting oral sex from his daughter. For some reason, he didn’t see anything wrong with this.
“You two continue enjoying yourselves, but don’t fuck Mandy until I have a chance to. I want to be first,” Billy said, watching his father and sister on the couch. “I’m going to talk to Mom, maybe the four of us can have some fun together later.”
In the kitchen, Billy’s mother was finishing cleaning and putting away everything from the Christmas dinner. Her t-shirt was still wet, and because she had been rubbing her breasts while she worked, her nipples were hard and sensitive. In the past, she had been self-conscious about her breasts. They were small, with prominent nipples and dark areolae. That afternoon, while she worked and kept herself aroused by rubbing them, she had been entertaining fantasies of showing off her breasts.
When she heard Billy coming in the kitchen from the living room, she blushed as she realized he would be able to see her breasts through her wet t-shirt. “I guess you couldn’t sleep,” she said as she moved her arms to cover her breasts. “Did I hear Mandy downstairs? Don’t tell me she’s watching the football game?”
“No, she had a surprise Christmas gift for Dad. She’s giving it to him now,” Billy said, smiling at his private joke.
“Huh. Well, since you’re up, you should start taking care of your dog. He needs to be fed. There’s a bag of food in the pantry. And while you’re out there, clean up his poop,” she said, looking out the window at the back yard.
“But, Mom, you will do all those things—it’s my dog, but you’re going to take care of him—do all the boring stuff. After all, you enjoy doing it so much.”
“Of course, I’ll take care of Ranger. I enjoy it,” she said, suddenly smiling. She walked over to the pantry.
“You can do that later, Mom. I couldn’t help noticing how pretty your breasts are. Why aren’t you wearing a bra?”
“Billy, that’s not an appropriate thing to say!” she scolded, walking toward him.
“But Mom, I can say whatever I want to. And you should answer any question I ask—how else will I learn?”
“Of course, you can say whatever you want. And I don’t wear bras—they-they get in the way.” She sounded a little unsure of her reasoning.
“Oh. Take off your t-shirt so I can see your bare breasts. They’re very pretty. You like to show me your breasts.”
His mother smiled indulgently, then pulled the t-shirt over her head. “Thanks for complementing my breasts, sweetie. I like showing them to you.”
He stepped closer to her. Almost forgetting, he said, “And I can touch you anywhere I want, any way I want. You enjoy it when I touch you.”
As he reached up and groped her breasts, she smiled. “Of course, sweetie. I like it when you touch me.”
She stood still while her son kissed and sucked on her nipples. For some reason, this was turning her on more than she had been in a long time. She felt herself cumming, which she didn’t remember ever doing from just having her breasts sucked.
When he finished, he realized he needed to get her ready before they went in the living room. “Mom, you enjoy being naked and having sex with all of your family—including Mandy and me. You won’t see anything bad or gross about anything we do. You won’t mind if Dad or I have sex with Mandy. Do you understand?”
His mother smiled, not bothering to put her t-shirt back on. “Of course. We’re a close family, and we should do things together. We’ll all enjoy ourselves. Whatever you want, sweetie.”
“Good. I want to put my dick in Mandy’s pussy. I want you to help. Show me how to fuck her,” he said as he led her into the living room.
“Of course. I think she’s a virgin, so you’ll need to be careful—unless you want to hurt her, which I guess would be all right too.” She looked over on the couch and saw Mandy and her husband making out. “Hi, honey, are you having fun with Mandy? Billy and I were having fun in the kitchen. And now, I’m going to help him pop Mandy’s cherry.”
Bill pushed back from Mandy, suddenly looking alarmed. “What—Laura, I don’t understand. Fathers and daughters have fun together, but I don’t think Billy should be doing that kind of thing with Mandy—or you either.” He looked confused, as if realizing his logic was a little warped.
“But Dad, we are a close family and if I want to fuck Mandy or Mom, you won’t mind. Anything we do won’t be wrong or gross, you’ll enjoy it, or at least, enjoy watching it.” Billy interjected. “And Mandy, you’ll enjoy anything we do, and anything Mom and you and me do. We’re a close family, and being naked around each other and having fun together will be great.”
Billy’s father and sister smiled and nodded, now convinced what a close family they were and how great that is.
“All right slugger,” his father said, getting up from the couch. “You ready to pop Mandy’s cherry? I wish I could, it’s really pretty, but I’m glad my boy is getting to.”
Mandy leaned back on the couch and spread her legs. “I always thought I would save myself until I was married, or at least until I had a boyfriend, but I’m glad you’ll be my first, Billy.”
As she rubbed her slit, her mother moved toward her. “Okay Billy, if you want to be gentle with your sister, we need to get her ready. She’s a virgin, so if you just stick it in, you’ll hurt her.”
Billy stared at his sister’s pussy. “Oh, I don’t want to hurt her. I just want to fuck her. I’ll be able to fuck her without hurting her, won’t I?”
His mother laughed at his earnestness. “Yeah, you’ll be able to fuck her, we just need to get her ready. And when you stick your cock in her pussy, take it slow, so you don’t tear her hymen too bad.”
She leaned down and began licking her daughter’s pussy. She spread her lips apart, and slid fingers in as far as she could.
“What’s that? What’s her h-hymen?” Billy asked, looking at his father.
“Her hymen is just a part of her that blocks her pussy before she’s fucked for the first time. You can break it when you fuck her easily, but you have to do it slowly if you don’t want it to hurt. I remember the first time I fucked your mother, I went a little too fast and she was sore afterwards. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen with you and Mandy.”
As they watched, Laura licked her daughter’s pussy until it began to get slick and wet. Billy could clearly see her pussy drooling. Mandy laid her head back and moaned.
His mother raised up and indicated for him to take her place. Billy moved over to the couch, and positioned the head of his slim, hard cock at the lips of Mandy’s pussy. He slid it in slowly, watching for his sister’s reaction. When he felt resistance, he stopped, but his mother encouraged him to keep pushing. Finally, he felt his cock push through, and he heard his sister groan.
He looked at her, worried that he had hurt her, but she just smiled. “Oh, Billy, keep going. It feels so good.”
“That’s it, now push all the way down, then out,” his mother said, as she licked her finger and put it on her daughter’s clit.
Billy got in a rhythm pumping in and out of his sister’s pussy. His sister was encouraging him, cumming with his and his mother’s attentions. After a few minutes, he came, squirting his cum down into her womb.
When he withdrew, he could see pink goo dripping out of her pussy. “I should clean that up,” his mother said.
On New Year’s Eve, Billy and his family were sitting around the living room, watching the parades on television. His mother and sister were naked. His mother had Ranger, the puppy in her lap. Billy sat beside her, petting his puppy. Laura rubbed Ranger’s tummy, and periodically bent over and licked Ranger’s crotch and under his tail.
“I’m so glad we got Ranger!” Billy’s mother said, as she raised up. “He’s such a good puppy, and I enjoy taking care of him. Especially keeping him clean.”
Mandy was sitting next to Billy on the couch. She was giving him a blowjob while her father fucked her from behind. “Yeah, and our family has gotten so much closer. And it’s all thanks to Billy,” his father said, as he pushed his cock all the way into his daughter’s cunt. She groaned around her brother’s cock.
“So, what are we having for dinner, Mom?” Billy said as he got ready to cum down his sister’s throat.
“Your favorite, Macaroni and Cheese, of course,” she said, laughing. Her husband and Billy began laughing too. Mandy couldn’t, of course, since her mouth was full.
--So, ‘Farc#l%’, by my calculations, the cyclical interval of time in that most interesting dimension has passed. Please report on the synthesis of the symbolic model I proposed.--
--Of course, ‘Mush@E!’ the synthesis has been implemented with the dimensional being designated ‘Billy.’ His supplication has been fulfilled. I am proud to say that I was able to reduce the variance to ±.182. The variance was limited to only minor experiential modifications in the familial denizens of his domicile.--
--This is all very well. But how successful was the synthesis? Did we fulfill the Boer@@g’s supplication? Did he avoid the fate of those whose supplications are unsuccessful?--
--Affirmative, your exquisite hollowness. Billy’s supplication was successfully implemented. In acknowledgment of that, I would ask you to join me in the dimensions ritual vocalization of acknowledgment of successful supplication.--
--Ritual vocalization? What ritual vocalization?--
--Switch to atmospheric molecular agitation mode and repeat after me: ‘Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fuck!’--
