Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20181223040655/@comment-34904368-20190126131037

I gasp in surprise. Three monsters, all in their twenties, in tight sweaters, all dying to come in for some warmth? I was hestitant, considering one was a literal cock-cage, one was a rabid dom, and one had the potential to be a river stalker.

But times got lonely after that accident with the family. I made rude comments and never really had the gall to come back andapologise, so I sat there wallowing in self pity. Always lonely, the only company for a month being rude online twats yelling at anything that moved.

“Sure, you can come in, I guess,” I murmered. And so I welcomed them to my humble abode.

It was fine-tuned to be my perfect hideaway. The plushest, softest couch, made for gaming marathons into the night, and heated floors of oak. As well as being cozy, it was “comfortable]y messy.” Not creepily sterile, but not a neckbeard’s house either. Mostly some empty plates and a few strewn sweaters. Not much.

The Bunyip, Helen, immediatly dropped onto the floor, stretching out halfway across the length of the room, with a sigh of delight at the heated floors. I turned on a radiator, which the Hellhound, Daniella, dropped her wet clothes on. She gave me a quick slap on the ass, eliciting a squeak to they all chuckled at. The Will’o’wisp, Emily, dropped onto the couch, softly moaning, while Daniella dropped onto Helen’s back while removing her sweater, showing an almost transparent white shirt.

On cue, all began to shed their clothes.

I hid my boner.

“So, uuh...”

Never having any friends outside of school, I never knew what to do with guests. “Want to play some video games? I’ve got CoD, CS:Go, Big Chungus...”

No reply.

“Or we could watch a movie? Or... ah...”

“Don’t worry, sugar,” said Helen, getting up. If you’re not comfortable right now we can leave. I know this was somewhat uninvite-“

The door burst open, as my entire family entered the house at the same time.

“Dad?” I gasped. “DAD! OHMYGOD ITS BEEN FIFTEEN YEARS DAD-“ I yelled, running and burying my head in his chest. “You came here! For me?”

He chuckled, one of those things an adult does when trying to repress overwhelming joy. “I figured since you never visited us, we should come and see you! Merry Christmas!”

“You didn’tell me you had a girlfriend, much less three,” my Banshee mom murmered, stepping in and removing a heavy, black winter coat.

“Pumpkin we haven’t seen him for fifteen years,” my dad remarked. Not that it surprised him. Since my mom was turned into a banshee bea stray demonic energy pulse nothing really fazed him. Except the kids.

“MOM!” I dived into her embrace as she began to weep with joy. “Oh, honey, look how much you’ve grown! Oh, its been too long...”

My older brother entered tossing his coat halfway across the room to hit Daniella and cover her face. “Ey dweeb, didn’t know you were planning a foursome in here,” he chortled.

“Aaron!” yelled my mom. “Watch your language, young man!

“Oh, don’t go throsing your coat at me like that” yelled Daniella, pushing him down onto the couch, making Emily jump up sith a screech.

“Hey~” Aaron mused. “You look pretty good.”

“Not bad yourself, punk,” hissed Daniella, blushing furiously.

My slightly politer older brother came in. “Sorry all, just had to send a text to my sweet.”

Emily’s phone pinged. They both locked eyes.

“EMILY?!”

“MARK?!”

Mark charged across the room and lifted Emily up like a disney princess, the two of them bubbling with joy as Mark pulled her in for a deep kiss.

And soon after that, turkey was roasted, mashed potatoes consumed, sprouts rejected. By the end of the night, everyone was happy. Mom and dad curled up on the couch watching some christmas movie, Mark and Emily excitedly talking about their years apart and what had been happening, Aaron and Daniella roaring with laughter in the middle of cards aginst humanity.

Helen and I got up from out cozy spot on the heated floor. “Helen and I are just gonna go upstairs. Man, I’m spent. See you guys tomorrow!”

Dad turned to me and with a warm smile said,”Merry Christmas, son.”

A chorus of. Erry Christmas came from everyone below, my mom silently weeping happy tears as I went upstairs with Helen.

We both went to my room, and she undressed both lf us at the same time. Crawling into bed, she joined me and we lay there in each other’s company. Her on top of me, slowly feeling the curves of my waist and chest as she coiled around my legs, me as I ran my hands along the muscles in her backand along her impressive ass.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered, kissing me full on the lips, gently, passionately.

And we truly had a merry fucking christmas.

The end,