The excitement of Christmas Morn

As she looks over at her sister slut kneeling on her on pillow, they share a dreamy smile as they turn back to the door watching Santa leave. Turning back, he winks at the two of them as he touches his nose. The latching of the front door closing behind him breaks the silence as Vyki and Molly are broken from their revere by the adult children giggling and running after each other through the house firing their toy space guns at each other.

“Children!” Vyki shouts out as she struggles to stand up her hand still bound behind her with the red, velvet rope.

“Here, let me help,” Molly says turning around to offer her own hands for assistance.

Vyki is briefly distracted looking up Molly’s pink nightie wondering if her own lavender thong is as wet as Molly’s. “Sorry, thanks, sis,” Vyki says turning around to offer her elbow to Molly as the giggling duo come racing back by them.

Bumping lightly into Molly, Jessie yells “sorry!” as she continues on her way as both Molly and Vyki try to balance themselves on their floor pillows in their high heels; letting out their own giggles once they steady themselves well enough not to fall over.

“I really wish Sir wouldn’t tie these so tight,” Vyki said as she tried to mess with Molly’s knot.

“He wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t keep playing with my pussy,” Molly said as she finished removing her own knot while walking after their kids.

Vyki countered, “but you started it!”

Molly just grinned as she walked away out of view saying, “but we need to open presents.”

“Wait!” Vyki shouted out, “Molly! I’m still tied up!” Near panic as she feels her high heels sinking into the big pillows, she shouts again, “Molly!!!”

As sleep slowly faded and the harsh reality of morning activity crept in, Paul slowly opened his eyes only to feel the harsh sunlight piercing into them. As the haze withdrew from his mind, Paul recognized the familiar laughing teases of his children as they exuded their infectious Christmas energy. Disappointed he wasn’t able to wake them up Christmas morning, Paul shot up in his bed to enthusiastically join his family... only to freeze in his spot.

The waves of red hair falling into his view, the artificial sway of his chest, the puffy hemline and the silky sheen on his thighs, even the fluffy toes of the shoes he stepped on, could feel foreign sensations setting off alarms in his head. Chancing a glance downward, Paul was met with the, by now rather familiar, view of faux breasts exposing a valley of cleavage before retreating under fluffy white neckline a Santa themed, silky negligee. This obscured much of his other view, but the hand brought up to move the hair dangling in his view made it very clear their manicure was firmly in place. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath and cringed realizing how much it was his natural tone.

Somewhat despondent, Paul started looking around his room for some sort of solution. On his nightstand, he saw the familiar handbag he had taken to the photo-shoot yesterday and quickly snatched it up, trying to ensure he made minimal noise. Glancing in the bag, he found his cellphone with plenty of charge. However, sitting next to it was the ‘magic’ inhaler.

Bringing both the phone and inhaler out, holding them in each hand, he knew he only had 3 choices.

1. Use the phone to call Molly, have her get the solvent, and spend precious hours this morning removing the appliances before cleaning up and finally getting to the point of letting his kids spend time with their Dad on Christmas morning; looking at the clock, he thought to himself, ‘or Christmas evening.’

2. He could just forgo it all and go out there looking like their ‘aunt’ but sounding like their ‘dad’ and trying to **** them to not notice the fallacy & try not to laugh at the absurdity of it all day.

3. Or finally, take a few more hits from the inhaler, and rejoin them in all Vyki’s feminine glory for the next several hours.

Paul sighed heavily as a distant voice in him screamed to not show up as a girly slut in front of his son, but a larger part screamed out at missing even more of his limited time with his children. He knew Jessie seemed really excited to see ‘Aunt Vyki’ and Matthew seemed very comfortable with it, but he couldn’t think of putting them through the juxtaposition of Dad’s voice with ‘Aunt’s’ body. He thought it would be hard for them to come to terms with, but more he worried they would find it funny or comical. He couldn’t do that.

Grabbing the inhaler, he looked at it, took a deep breath, braced himself, watched his manicured fingers grip it and pull up to his face. Grasping his lips around the opening, squeezed it, and breathed in. Holding it for a moment. Then breathing it out.

Taking another deep breath in and out, before placing it back up. Squeezing & inhaling to get that signature Vyki tone. Holding it. And then breathing out.

After a few beats, Vyki could hear ruckus in the kitchen again and said, “I guess I better get out there,” sighing a bit hearing the very familiar feminine voice.

Placing her bare feet on the floor, she is quickly reminded of the cold nature of the season and jerked her feet back. Bending over to look over her chest, she sees her slippers as well as the wisp of underwear still over them. Remembering Jessica’s comments last night, Vyki grasped the underwear, found the alignment and pulled them up to at least have a modicum of protection.

Sliding her feet into the low plastic heels with their puffy accent, she slowly stood up. Picking up her handbag, she put her phone and inhaler back in. As she did, she saw her lip-gloss in there, and worried about her makeup after last night. Retrieving her compact mirror, she could definitely see some damage to it. Fixing the smudges with a tissue and applying a fresh coat, she knew she wasn’t ready for a trip out, but it was good enough for family on Christmas morning.

Putting everything away, she turned to face the commotion of the morning. Taking her first few steps in these heels, she was reminded of the shortness and found them almost awkward at this low height. She also felt like they barely moved her hips and without her training aid, she was worried she was going to look like an oaf, so she began making an effort to swing her hips wide and was pleasantly surprised to feel an almost comfortable sway as the hem of her nightie teased against her thighs.

Opening the bedroom door, she could clearly hear the kids fussing about something in the kitchen and she almost dreaded the mess she was about to find. Not seeing anyone in the living room, but all the presents still under the tree, she was glad she hadn’t missed anything. Stepping over to the kitchen, she almost burst into tears.

“Oh my God, you did that on purpose!” shouted Jessica as she looked at the whipped cream on her sleeve.

“Hey, I’m trying to plate this up the way Dad taught! You’re the one over her getting your hands all in the way,” retorted Matthew.

“Ya, you said you’d cook the crepes, and I’d set up the berries & sugar,” Jessica griped.

“And it has to have the finishing touch,” Matthew said holding up an aerosol whipped cream can.

“Ya, but that doesn’t mean to get on my pajamas,” Jessica says grabbing another can and then spraying at her brother.

Trying to dodge back, “Hey, now!” and sprays whipped cream at her forehead.

Gasping, Jessica yells, “ass hole!”

Matthew then quips, “its not on your PJs.”

With a giggling growl, Jessica fires up hitting Matthew in his nose.

Watching this exchange, Vyki can’t help but well up a bit remembering the many times she caught the two teasing each other over the years. However, seeing them in their larger form she can’t help but find it endearingly cute; the sugar and flour coating the counter almost adding to the charm. However, she can’t help but feel the need to stop it, and tries to chide them, “children!” but the harshness of it is lost as she can’t contain the giggle underlying it.

Both of the grown adults turn with shocked guilt on their faces at being caught. However, Jessica is the first to react as her shock turns from guilt to amazement. “Oh my God! Auntie!!!!!” she screams as she runs over to Vyki wrapping her in a big hug.

Vyki can’t help but smile under the warm embrace of her oldest child’s enthusiasm and gladly returns the embrace, hugging her tightly.

Jessica then pulled back a bit and looked down at her ‘aunt’ and admired her attire, “you look so cute in that!!!” she gushes.

“Very stunning outfit,” Matthew says as he walks over and joins in the hug with his sister and ‘aunt’. “Merry Christmas, Aunt Vyki,” he says with true warmth as he wraps an arm around her in a hug.

Vyki then looks down at her children’s flour dusted and cream lined PJs and giggles, “and even though I still can’t trust you two in the kitchen alone, you’re still adorable.” Then dusting off Jessica’s shoulder, Vyki warns, “don’t let your mother see what a mess you’ve already made of your new pajamas....” and then giggling adds, “again.”

“Too late for that,” Molly says padding into the kitchen in her matching PJs having finished her activities in the spare bedroom. “I’m hoping by the smell and your activities your finally done with breakfast and we can feed Sleeping Beauty here?”

“Yup,” Matthew says as he moves over to the plates. “Got them right here,” Jessica adds grabbing two of the plates.

“Merry Christmas, hun,” Molly says walking over to Vyki and giving her a hug as the kids set up the table. Whispering in Vyki’s ear, she says “you look fucking hot!”

Vyki blushes in the quiet adoration feeling the praise makes the situation a little easier feeling dressed more like a romantic evening with her lover while everyone else is dressed for comfort and warmth. “Thanks,” Vyki responds, “still not sure I shouldn’t have changed back.” Then lightly slapping her wife, she admonishes, “why didn’t you get me up before they got here?!?”

Molly playfully slapped her back, “because when they got here at the crack of dawn, I was sound asleep, too.” Molly then continued, “besides, it was your deep sleeping ass, that didn’t wake up from me scurrying around to find these pajamas, so they didn’t find me in the buff. Heck, you didn’t even seem to stir when I was shouting at them to let them know I was coming so they didn’t walk in on us.”

Vyki grimaced at thought of her sleeping through that and then looked at the carnage of their breakfast making, “and I guess I missed them doing all this too?”

“Ya,” Molly said somewhat concerned herself as she looked at the prep area, “I had suggested that to give you a chance to wake up. I was going to get the solvent for you to have a choice, but you got up before I brought it back to you.”

“Well,” Vyki said looking down at her negligee, “I’m here now.”

“Yes,” Molly says looking her up and down with a look that closely resembled hunger, “yes you are.”

“Breakfast is ready,” Jessica said bounding back into the kitchen. Grasping her auntie’s hand, she guided her excitedly, “come sit down and eat,” almost dragging Vyki into the dining area.

Vyki looked back at Molly with a chuckle as she plodded quickly behind Jessica, “guess I’m going this way.”

Molly couldn’t help but stand and stare as the nightie flew up behind Vyki exposing her thong split ass. Thinking about all the times she had something similar from Paul and how timid she felt the first couple of times and holding down her nightie the whole time. However, watching Vyki in a similar predicament, she felt a warmth within herself and remembering last night & thinking of more, she whispered to herself, “God, I’m a perv,” as she followed them out to the dining room.