Coming for ChristmasbySeanathon©
This short story is an entry for the 2013 Winter Holidays Story Contest so, if you like it, please remember to vote! Thanks for taking the time to read, and Merry Christmas to all!
Brandon stood outside in the falling snow, watching through the sliding glass door as his sister sorted presents under the Christmas tree.
After placing a cigarette between his lips, he opened a matchbox, took out a wooden match and dragged the head across the striker. As the match caught, the flame glinted off the metal hooks he called hands.
Brandon took a long drag off his smoke as he tossed the match off the balcony, onto the thick blanket of snow covering the yard below. The cigarette's glow reflected in the glass as he watched his four-year-old niece, Susie, being playfully chased by her dad through the house.
Once he'd finished smoking, shivering from the cold, Brandon used his hook to pull the sliding door open and headed inside the warmth of his sister's home.
Closing the door behind him, he heard his niece running down the hallway toward him, trying to get away from her dad who was telling her it was bedtime.
Brandon jumped out in front of Susie, surprising her, and her eyes went wide with fear when she saw him holding up the twin metal hooks where his hands used to be.
"The Claw's gonna get you!" he said, and growled as he headed toward her.
Susie shrieked in delight as she ran the other way, laughing as she leaped into her father's arms. "Help me, Daddy, the Claw's gonna get me!"
"No more playing, honey, it's bedtime," he said. "You have to go to sleep so Santa can come. Are you going to give Uncle Brandon a hug good night?"
"Yeah, let the Claw give you a hug!" Brandon said, as he headed toward her, menacingly opening and closing the hooks on his prosthetic arms.
"Nooo!" Susie shrieked, as she hugged her dad tightly and hid her face against his shoulder.
As he carried her to bed, Brandon went into the living room where his sister, Sarah, had just finished hanging four stockings over the fireplace. She ran her fingers through his tousled, dark-brown hair.
"Next time you go out for a smoke, let me put your toque on," she said, as she brushed snowflakes from his head. "Don't you ever comb your hair?"
"You try combing your hair by rubbing your head against a brush nailed to the wall, and see how yours looks. I kept telling Mom to just shave it all off."
"Don't you dare," said Sarah, as she combed his locks with her fingers and played with his curls. "You have beautiful hair."
Brandon twisted away from her preening hands and shook his head to make his hair messy again. "Hey, now that Susie's in bed do you mind wrapping her present? It's in the bag I left on your bed."
Sarah brushed one last lock into place behind her brother's ear. "No problem, I'll wrap it now."
She was just finishing the bow on the present when her husband, Eric, crept out of Susie's room to let them know she was finally asleep.
"Is that for me?" said Eric.
"Only if you asked Santa for a Hello Kitty play set," said Sarah. "Brandon got it for Susie, I'm just wrapping it for him."
"Oh, yeah...guess it's tough to wrap presents with..."
"Please," she said, "even when he had both his hands, I still had to wrap all his Christmas presents."
As Sarah placed the gift under the tree, her husband kneeled beside her. "Seeing as how we're putting the presents out, I got you a little something. Open it now."
She smiled as he handed her a small, thin, beautifully wrapped box. "Honey, we should open all the presents together, tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's for Susie. You're allowed to open one present Christmas Eve."
Sarah tore off the wrapping paper and covered her mouth when she saw the gold necklace he'd bought her. "Oh, Eric, its beautiful. Can you put it on me?"
Brandon watched as Eric unclasped the necklace, placed it around Sarah's neck and clasped it together again. She brushed her fingers against it, feeling the cool metal against her soft skin. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered 'thank you' to her husband.
"Merry Christmas, baby," he said, as she pulled him close and kissed him.
Brandon watched the two of them, hugging in front of the Christmas tree, which would soon be buried beneath a pile of presents for Susie. And past them, through the window, he saw the falling snow.
His sister came over, smiling as she showed him her new necklace, and then asked if he needed another drink.
"Actually, I think I'm just gonna go home," said Brandon.
Sarah's smile vanished and, crestfallen, she said, "What are you talking about? You said you were coming for Christmas Eve, and that you'd stay overnight...I got a stocking for you."
"I'll come back for dinner tomorrow with Mom and Dad, I can open it then."
She looked worriedly at her brother. "Brandon, you shouldn't be alone tonight, not on Christmas Eve."
"It's okay, I'm used to being alone."
Sarah turned to her husband for help, and he grabbed Brandon's shoulder as he tried to stand up.
"Hey, bud, the guest room's all made up," said Eric. "And Susie's going to be real sad if you're not here Christmas morning."
"I just...I just want to go," Brandon said, and went to take the mug he'd used for rum and eggnog to the kitchen.
"Hey, I got that," said Eric, and as he reached for it he bumped Brandon's arm, causing the mug to fall and shatter against the hardwood floor.
"Fuck, sorry," said Brandon.
"No, it was my fault, watch out for the broken pieces," said Eric, as he went to get the dustpan.
Sarah went to plead with her brother to stay, but they both turned as they heard Susie coming out of her bedroom.
"Honey, go back to bed," said Sarah.
"I heard a noise, is Santa here?"
"No, honey, not yet," said Sarah, as she scooped her up and took her back to bed.
Eric returned with a dustpan and small broom and tried to pick up the broken pieces. "Why'd you change your mind about staying overnight, Brandon? What's wrong?"
Brandon stared out the window at the falling snow, and saw his reflection looking back at him. "It's just...really hard, always being alone...and seeing you and Sarah..."
"Then let us invite Sarah's friend Emma to dinner, she'd love to meet you."
"What's the point?" said Brandon, turning his hooks and looking at them in contempt. "When I'm stuck with these..."
"Hey, you're still a good-looking guy. Emma will -- "
"You don't understand," said Brandon, and as he turned Eric could see he was crying. "That necklace...seeing you put that necklace on Sarah...showing her how much you love her, and knowing I'll never be able to do that. Because of these fucking hooks...something as simple as putting a necklace around the neck of someone I love...even if I ever find someone, I'll never be able to do that."
"Hey, bud, you're gonna find someone, and when you do there's lots of ways to show them you love them."
"Not for me, I've got nothing. When I got out of high school...and got that job...I thought I had it made. Now...with the disability payments...I couldn't even afford to buy Susie a present. Mom had to buy one for me to give her."
"Brandon, you don't have to buy anyone anything. Just having you here with us at Christmas, that's the best gift you could ever give us."
Sarah had been listening to them as she sat on the edge of Susie's bed, watching her daughter sleep. Wiping her eyes, she went back to the living room.
"You're staying the night," she said, "and that's the end of it. I want you here Christmas morning, and so does Susie."
"Why? I won't be able to help her with any of her presents. If I touch them, I'll probably break them...and I can't even play with her. You see how she looks at me...she's afraid of me, afraid of these," he said, holding up his hooks.
Sarah sighed and pushed his hook down. "You make her scared, always chasing her as the Claw. She runs from you because that's what you want her to do; you want to keep her at a distance. Instead of being the Claw, why don't you try being her uncle for a change? You can hold her, Brandon, you're not going to hurt her."
Brandon nodded, and tried to wipe his tears with his shoulder. After saying good night, he went to the guest room and closed the door, not wanting anyone to see his stumps when he removed his prosthetic arms. He turned off the light, crawled into bed and lay in the dark, alone.
He had the dream again. The snow was falling, and the storm was all around him; he reached for the fallen power line...
When the equipment had broken beneath the force of the storm and a section had fallen across the lines, energizing the one Brandon had been holding, he mercifully hadn't felt a thing as the current coursed through one hand and out the other. The electrocution knocked him unconscious and erased his memory of the whole event, but in his nightmare, he's awake.
He hears himself screaming as the electricity tears through him, burning him. In his nightmares there is fire, and he's unable to look away as it devours his hands, and sometimes his legs...
He sat bolt upright, soaked in sweat, and his sister was beside him, holding him.
"It's okay, Brandon, it's okay," said Sarah. "You were having a nightmare."
He nodded, his heart pounding as he leaned against his sister, while she smoothed his damp hair.
"Is it because of the accident," she said, "because it happened on Christmas Eve?"
"No, I have the nightmares all the time. For five years, they've never stopped. When I woke up, just now...I could feel my hands...feel them burning."
"It's just phantom pain," she whispered. "You don't need to worry about it, you don't need to hurt anymore."
"It's always gonna hurt, Sarah. When I was eighteen, coming out of high school, I thought I had it all. Dating the best-looking girl...making more money than all of my friends...but the accident changed everything. I lost my job...I lost Allison."
"Brandon, don't blame Allison -- "
"I don't blame her at all. After seeing what I was, and what I became..."
"Allison was only eighteen, she didn't know how to handle what happened any more than you did. She loved you, but you don't know how hard it was...for all of us...not knowing if you were going to live or not. Don't be angry at her for not being strong enough."
"I'm not," he said, as he stared into the darkness. "I wouldn't have been able to give her what she needed anyway, not now that I'm so...useless."
"Don't say that. You can still do anything you want to, but the only thing you taught yourself how to do since the accident is light a cigarette."
"I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about...being with someone."
"Then let me invite Emma over to meet you."
"There's no point. I tried going on dates...but once they see those," he said, nodding at his hooks.
"Brandon, any woman who really loves you will see past that."
"Easy for you to say, your husband has hands."
"You think that's why I married him, his hands? You're still the same person inside you were before the accident. You're still the same person here," she said, touching his chest near his heart, "and you're still the same person here." Sarah leaned over and softly kissed his forehead.
"It wouldn't matter," he said, "even if I found someone dumb enough to want to be with me, I wouldn't know what to do."
"What do you mean? I thought you and Allison..."
"We did stuff...but we never went all the way. She wanted to wait until after high school, and after the accident she obviously decided not to wait any more."
"And the dates you said you went on?"
"The girls were always nice, and told me how 'great' I was. But none of them ever wanted a second date...I gave up."
"So when was the last time you were...with someone?"
Brandon hesitated before answering. "The last time was with you."
"With me? But that was five years ago. You haven't done it since?"
"I've...done it myself," he said. "But you were the last one to touch me."
Sarah remembered the night well. It had been Christmas Eve, the one-year anniversary of the accident. She was eighteen at the time, still living at home and had just started dating Eric. At two in the morning, she'd heard her brother crying.
Crawling into Brandon's bed to comfort him, she'd ended up falling asleep hugged against his side. When she woke in the morning, she was lying with her head on his chest and her legs intertwined with his. And pressing against her soft thigh, she felt his hard cock.
He was so swollen, and she knew he couldn't take care of himself, so she did what came natural.
When Brandon woke and realized his little sister had pulled his cock out of his boxers and had her hand wrapped around it, jerking him off, he didn't know what to say. But she whispered for him to close his eyes and relax, so he did. Brandon forgot about the accident, forgot about the pain, forgot about everything as Sarah lay beside him, massaging his balls with one hand while the other stroked his shaft.
He knew he wouldn't last long, and he stifled a moan, hoping his parents wouldn't hear, as cum squirted out of the tip of his cock and splattered across his stomach and chest. His little sister smiled at him approvingly when she saw how much he'd come, and she kept squeezing his balls and milking his cock until she'd drawn out every drop.
Afterward, Brandon had felt awkward, but Sarah acted as if nothing had happened and the two of them never mentioned it again -- until tonight.
"Why won't you let me invite Emma over?" she said. "I know the two of you would hit it off."
"I don't need you inviting your friend over, hoping she'll make me feel better. Stop worrying about me, I'm used to being alone."
Sarah shook her head. "You think amputees are the only ones who get lonely at Christmas? I don't want to invite her over to make you feel better; I want to invite her over so she won't have to spend Christmas alone. She doesn't have anyone either."
"Why, what's wrong with her?"
"Nothing's wrong with her! You don't need to have something wrong with you to be lonely, sometimes life just works out that way."
"Yeah, life's shitty. But even if she...I mean, I wouldn't...you know what, just forget about it."
Sarah watched the shadows on her brother's face in the dimly lit bedroom. But she didn't need to see his face to know what he was thinking, or how he was feeling. She stood to leave, and as she went to the door Brandon turned his back to her.
But when the door shut, he realized she hadn't left. He looked over his shoulder and, by the dim light coming from under the door, saw her lifting the tee shirt she wore as a nightie over her head.
Brandon could tell by her silhouette she wasn't his little sister anymore; Sarah was only twenty-three, but had blossomed into a beautiful, perfectly proportioned woman. As he watched, he saw her bend over, taking her panties off. And as she bent over, he saw the heavy silhouette of her full, firm breasts.
"What are you doing?" he whispered.
She answered by sliding under the blankets. He quickly turned his back to her, not wanting her to feel his stump. He felt naked without his prosthetics.
Sarah hugged herself against his back, and he felt the naked warmth of her breasts pressing against his cool skin.
"What are you doing...what about Eric?"
"He knows where I am," she whispered, and reached her hand around to massage his stiff cock through his boxers.
"Don't," he said. "I don't need my sister to give me another handjob because she feels sorry for me."
"Feels sorry for you? I didn't take care of you that morning because I felt sorry for you, I did it because I love you."
"I can...I can take care of myself."
"That's not what you keep telling me."
Sarah pulled the blankets off the bed, and then straddled her brother as she pulled his boxers off, so they were both completely naked.
"Sarah -- "
"Shh...let me give you your Christmas present."
Brandon closed his eyes and tried to relax as she kissed her way up his body. He felt her soft lips along his hips, across his stomach, over his chest and on his mouth. As she kissed him, her body gyrated slowly against his, and he felt the smooth curves of her flesh against him.
Sarah broke the kiss and trailed her tongue across his chest, back down across his taut midsection. "See," she whispered, "no hands."
Brandon moaned as he felt her soft tongue lap at the tip of his swollen cock and then felt her warm mouth engulf him. Her auburn, shoulder-length hair brushed against his stomach as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. He heard her soft sighs as she worked her wet lips up and down his stiff pole.
Sensing he was about to come, Sarah let his cock pop out of her mouth with a wet smacking sound. "We're not done yet," she whispered, as his thick, purple-headed cock twitched, begging for release, "you have to take care of me, too."
"How?" he said.
She kneeled on his pillow, straddling his face. "You've got a tongue, don't you?"
Brandon's cheek brushed against the inside of his sister's thigh as he lifted his head off the pillow. Her sweet, musky smell filled his senses as he flicked out his tongue and it brushed against the warm, wet folds of her pussy.
Sarah gasped as her brother lapped softly between her thighs, savoring her sweet taste. Her legs trembled as he hit a sensitive spot, and she grabbed the headboard to steady herself. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her pussy back and forth on Brandon's mouth, guiding his tongue to her clit. "Keep it there," she moaned. "Keep it right there."
As he licked where she told him to, he heard her tell him to make his tongue softer, and to go slower. He followed her instructions, and her soft moans let him know he was doing it perfectly. Every once in a while, she'd gasp and have to lift her pussy off his tongue, but she'd soon lower herself and let him get back to work.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered, trembling as he teased her clit, "you're making me come."
Brandon moaned, tasting his sister's sweet juices as they flowed freely across his tongue. And he kept licking as an orgasm coursed through her, like a jolt of electricity.
Needing a breather, she slid down his body until she was straddling his stiff cock, and lay against his chest, listening to his heart pound.
"Are you ready?" she said.
"Uh huh," he moaned, as he felt the heat between her legs pressed against his shaft.
Sarah sat up, rubbing against his cock until it was pressing hard against her pussy. Lifting her hips, she saw his big pole spring erect, and she lowered herself onto it.
"See," she groaned, as his cock filled her, "no hands."
Brandon bit his lip, trying not to come as his shaft slid into his sister's wet hole. He'd never been inside a woman before, and the sensation overwhelmed him. As she enveloped him completely, he could feel how warm, how tight she was. "Don't move," he groaned, "or I'll come."
Sarah sat on his thick cock, feeling his balls pressed against her as his shaft throbbed inside her. When she thought he was ready, she slowly rode up and down on his cock, watching the tortured look on his face as he fought not to come.
"If you're ready to come, just come," she whispered, as she bounced on his stiff pole.
"No...I want to enjoy this...I want to make it last."
Sarah rolled off of him and lay beside him, panting. "Then you take over...get on top of me, that way you can control the pace."
Brandon looked at her. "I can't, I need you to do it."
"Come on, Brandon," his sister said. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
He sat up and she spread her legs as he kneeled between them. Shuffling forward, he placed the tip of his cock against her hole. "Put me in," he whispered.
"I've done enough, you don't need my help."
Brandon lay down on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows. Shifting his hips, he lined up his cock with her hole and, as he thrust forward, he slid back inside her.