Coming for Christmas

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she said, as she hooked her feet behind his legs.

Brandon pumped his cock inside her, driving deeper and deeper. He was fucking her with long strokes of his thick shaft, and knew he wouldn't last long.

"Come inside me," whispered Sarah, and he did. She sighed in pleasure as his warm cum filled her.

When Brandon was spent, he rolled off her and gasped, "Fuck, Sarah...that was incredible."

"You were incredible," she said. "Any girl that ends up with you as a lover is a lucky woman. You're all man, Brandon."

She went to the guest bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth that she used to clean him up. Leaning over to kiss him on the lips, she whispered, "I better get back to bed, Merry Christmas."

When Brandon woke, stretching his arms, he saw it was Christmas morning and looked to his left as Susie burst into the bedroom.

She started to say, "Uncle Brandon, Santa came -- " but stopped and stood there, staring at where his hands used to be.

"Merry Christmas, cutie," said Brandon. Normally he would have hidden his stumps, but this time he left them above the blankets.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, looking at them.

"No, not at all," he said.

And then she reached out and touched the end of the stump with her fingers, as he watched her and saw the curiosity in her eyes.

And then she forgot about them. "Daddy said to wake you up. Santa came, we get to open presents!"

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." He closed his eyes and tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep.

"No, come now!" she said, as she came to the side of the bed and shook his shoulder to get him to open his eyes. "I can't open presents until you get up."

"Okay." Brandon reached over and grabbed his harness with his hooks, and started to put it on.

"Is the Claw gonna get me?" she asked, taking a step back and watching as he put his prosthetics on.

"No, Susie, the Claw isn't coming for Christmas. It's just me, Uncle Brandon."

"Good," she said, grabbing his hook and pulling, trying to get him to hurry up.

"Let me get dressed first. Go open your stocking and I'll be right there."

After she left, Brandon pulled on his pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and wandered upstairs. Sarah and Eric were watching Susie tear open the contents of her stocking.

"Merry Christmas, Brandon," said Eric, and squeezed his shoulder. "I'm really glad you decided to stay."

"Me too," Sarah said, as she handed her brother his stocking and hugged her husband.

Once the stockings were opened, Eric got under the tree and started handing out presents to Susie.

"Didn't Santa get you anything?" she said, looking at her mom.

"Mommy already opened her present," she said, and showed Susie her new necklace.

"What did Santa get you, Uncle Brandon?" said Susie.

"I got the best present of all," he told her, smiling at his sister. "I got to stay overnight and spend Christmas with you!" He scooped his niece up and spun her in a circle, as she squealed for him to put her down so she could see what else Santa had got her.

As she tore open yet another present, Brandon sat on the couch and Sarah sat beside him, hugging his arm.

"Merry Christmas," she said, as she kissed him on his cheek.

"Merry Christmas to you too," said Brandon, "and thanks."

She looked into his eyes and smiled, as she ran her fingers through his hair, trying to straighten it.

"And Sarah?"

"Yeah?"

"I was just wondering, you know, if you invite her to dinner...what does your friend Emma look like?"