3. Nick
Chapter three
Nick
December 20th
After Kris’ dramatic exit, Carol continued to cry silently next to me. I place a soothing hand on her back before standing and gathering everyone’s dishes as my father coos his apologies in her ear.
Normally, the sight would make me feel jealous, wishing for a love like theirs. Now I felt a burning anger and the need to protect Kris.
I understood the pressure to ensure that everything ran smoothly this week, but calling Kris out implying he was useless, like his deadbeat father, was a low blow.
I clean the dishes in silence, staring out the window at the snow covered paradise that was my village. My father and Carol continue to speak in hushed voices in the other room. My anger simmers with every passing minute.
After what felt like nearly an hour had passed, Carol joins me in the kitchen, eyes now red and blotchy.
“Thank you Nick. I appreciate your help tonight.” She gives me a weak smile as she takes the snowflake covered tea towel from my hands and picks up the last platter from the sink.
“I just don’t know what to do for him. Haven’t we given him everything?” Her voice breaking as she pauses, leaning onto the counter, closing her eyes as her shoulders drop.
“I have been hearing great things about him too, Carol.” She looks back at me with a glimpse of fractured hope. “All reports that have come to me say he is one of the best mechanics we have. If he says the sleigh will be ready on time, I trust him.” That was the truth. I would trust Kris with my entire world if only I had the guts to give it to him.
She quickly gathered me up in the same warm embrace she had given me since I was fifteen. Still grieving for a mother while trying to welcome a new family.
“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.
Though it would be absurd to think that as he closes his eyes, that it’s my mouth he is thinking about, the feeling of my lips wrapped around him. Even though I know it’s not possible, my imagination misses the memo and runs wild with fantasies.
Her moans increase as she nears her peak. By the way he clenches her hair harder, the vibrations of her cries must be helping to build him closer to the edge, too.
As the wind picks up and my cock stiffens to the point of aching, a sudden wave of jealousy builds in my chest.
Before I know what I am doing, I storm towards the garage doors, my cock is about to burst my seams as I throw the door open.
It takes a second for the wind and snow to reach them, alerting them to the fact that they are no longer alone.
Pepper squeals attempting to climb off of the snowman unassisted, as Kris’ eyes lock on me, my chest heaving.
“Shit, Nick! Fuck.” Pepper’s shrill voice is clear even over the pounding music. In her haste to jump off the snowman she trips, face planting on the floor at Kris’ feet, causing him to break our stare first.
He bends helping her up then adeptly unties the knot on her hands, one handed, before those jade green eyes slam back into mine again.
Both of us ignore the muttering Pepper, who is clutching her yellow tinkerer uniform as she tries to slip into her shoes. They jingle as she pauses, half slipping into her dress.
“Ah, Nick, boss. I’m ah … fuck,” She stammered, running past me.
With the door slamming shut behind her, the room suddenly feels too hot.
My cock is still straining in my trousers begging for my attention, or Kris’. That thought has my eyes dropping to where his cock stands, pulsing and on display for me.
Kris doesn’t even bat an eyelid at my perusal or make any attempt to cover himself. If anything, his eyes grow more heated. The jerk of his cock, suggesting he’s more than happy for my eyes to drink him in.
“Well, since you just spoiled my fun for the evening, you can either pick up where she left off or get the fuck out so I can finish myself off.” His tone is huskier than normal, lust coating his words.
With a tilt of his head, he leans back against the sleigh, taking his cock in one hand, showing me his intentions to follow through with his threat if I turn and walk out the door.
But for the first time in my life, I don’t want to walk away and pretend this attraction doesn’t exist.
For once, I’m exactly where I want to be.
His hand tightens around his length. Taking his time to run it up and down his impressive shaft. That one long stroke of his hand has me licking my lips, my cock leaking at the thought of my mouth wrapping around him. How soft his skin would feel, the taste of his cum on my tongue.
I have never touched another man’s cock before, but I’m damn sure I wanted Kris to be the first. The only.
I drift towards him, his eyes widening a fraction is the only tell that he is just as affected as I am as I move closer. This showdown between us tightly gripping us both.
As I step into his space, his fingers release his length and he grabs back onto the side of the sleigh in anticipation. My stomach flutters at the thought of affecting him, half as much as he impacted me.
It was now or never. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for and if I didn’t take it now, it would probably never come again.
I don’t take my eyes from his as I lower to my knees, ignoring the way the cold concrete floor bites into my knees. I don’t want to miss any reaction he gifts me.
His salty aroma greeted me as his cock met my face. Leaning closer, I try to hide the tremble in my fingers and wrap one hand firmly around the base of his thickness, just like I would do for myself.
A hiss of a breath through his lips is enough encouragement to spur me on, praying I’m doing this correctly. I watch him as I open my mouth wide and push my lips over his tip, not stopping till it hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“Oh Fuck,” Kris groaned out, breaking our stare off as his head falls back, slamming hard against the sleigh as he groans deeply. I drink in his reactions, greedy for anything he was willing to give me.
As I pullback, his hand finds its way into my hair, caressing me before gripping tightly, and I moan around his cock, dying for more of his touch.
“Ah Nick, fuck. I didn’t know you were into this.” He breathes out a sigh as my lips slide back off. I run my tongue along the slit before our gazes lock again, his onyx waves falling over his eyes as they bore into mine.
“I’ve never done this before.” I admit. His eyes widen at my admission, but the way I almost ground into the floor gives away my desperate need for him. He releases his grip slightly on my hair, allowing my lips to glide back over the uncut head using my mouth to push back the skin, I eagerly suck him in.
“God, no one would ever be able to fucking guess.” He moans, gently using his hand to guide me further down his length than I thought I could go. “Just breathe, you can take it.”
His words calm me and I release a breath through my nose as he pushes past my gag reflex. A second later the fullness causes me to choke, and he pulls out, stroking my face.
“Good boy.” He coos, shuffling one of his legs forward until it’s pressed in between mine and I whimper at the feel of his foot grazing against my cock.
“Grind on my foot.” His voice was demanding, his molten gaze darkening as he waited for my decision.
I didn’t hesitate. I finally had him and I would take every ounce of pleasure he was willing to give me, even if it was only for tonight.
Without dropping my gaze, I move to unzip my pants.
“Uh-uh,” he tsked. “Pants stay on.”
Swallowing, I lifted myself over the laces of his boot, hovering for a second, then grinding myself down. My eyes flutter shut with the first movement of my hips. The pleasure my cock had been aching for finally within reach.
A whimper leaves me as he raises his foot slightly to add extra pressure to my taint. My mouth wraps around his length, in a desperate need to give him the pleasure I was feeling.
My grip on the base of his shaft tightened as I simultaneously moved my hand to keep in time with my mouth, grinding myself against his foot.
“Ah fuck, yes. Just like that.” His praise has me melting, panting and grinding feverishly, desperate for more.
“Look how well you take my cock.” I suck hard. His soft words and firm grip on my hair has me squirming against his boot, I’m so close to release I can feel the base of my spine tingling as it builds.
“I’m close,” I pant around his cock. “So fucking close.”
“Not without me.” He growls as he pulls his leg away, and I whimper at the loss of friction.
Digging his fingers tighter into my hair, he takes control of my head, using me, owning me. Fucking my face at a pace I struggle to keep up with.
“I’m going to come,” he says as he looks down at me, eyes burning with lust, “and you’re going to swallow every last drop, like a good fucking boy and then I might let you come too, okay?”
I can’t do anything but nod frantically around his cock. The cusp of my pleasure is so close, I could feel it. One more stroke and I would explode in my jeans like a boy with his first orgasm.
“Fuck!” He roars with such force it was surprising the windowpanes didn’t rattle.
Warm streams of cum hit the back of my throat and my first instinct is to spit it out, but with those jade eyes watching me I could only force myself to swallow. His dick still pulsing, leaking salty cum into my mouth.
After the first swallow, it isn’t too bad, and I focus on enjoying a moment we many never repeat. The fear spurs me on as I desperately lick up and down his length, using my fist to squeeze as much as I can get from his tip.
Looking down at me, his eyes darken as he smirks, admiring my handy work before shuffling his boot back between my legs, leaving his cock flexing in my face.
“Good fucking boy.” Shivering at his words, I whimper at the friction his foot provides. My cock weeping, pulsing against his boot, desperate for release, but he watches me intently. “Now, come on my foot.”
I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. His permission to come has me scrambling to push against his leg, grinding against the laces of his greasy work boots.
My release quickly builds deep within me and the base of my spine begins to tingle, my whole body on fire under his instruction.
Fuck, had this been what Pepper was feeling before I interrupted them? I would have to send her a gift basket for ruining the best orgasm of her life.
With a single sweep of his hand across my hair, my spiraling thoughts cease, and I tip into oblivion. My eyes squeeze shut as I convulse against his boot. My forehead drops to his thigh, my hot sticky release fills my trousers, and I groan out his name.
His fingers pull harshly on the strands of my hair, yanking my head back so he can watch me crumble. His eyes narrow and his head tilts, that rogue curl falls across his sweat covered brow as he drinks me in. Watching me grind and whimper against his leg, trying to drag out the last of my release.
When the waves of pleasure finally calm, I sit panting on my knees. My hands fall to the floor, and a wave of guilt crashes into me. What the hell have we just done?
We haven’t just crossed a line as stepbrothers; we jumped right the fuck over it.
Neither of us say anything as I get to my feet. I leave his jacket on the floor next to him. I avoid the knowing glare of the glowing snowman, who now looks at me with his fake smile and Christmas cheer, accusingly.
I don’t even have the nerve to look back at him to try to gauge his reaction to this, because if I look back and see regret or God forbid pity, I would have to drag myself up the mountain and find the nearest cliff to throw myself off of.
So instead of facing the consequences of my actions, I choose to be a coward, and walk away from him.
Not even the blizzard coming from the mountains could cool the shame that burns hot through my chest as I start the long sticky walk home.