The fright before Christmas

Posted by the organizer of the story writing contest, on behalf of the author, who wishes to remain anonymous for now.

Story Writing Contest 2023-II - Twins

M/F g/b g/b(todd)/b /M/b M/g M/g/b , spanking, forced, food, bath.
May contain child abuse and other useful parenting advice.

The fright before Christmas

A lewd Krampus tale.

Naughty children

Come children gather round the crackling fire and let me tell you a tale of Christmas of old. You see, before the buzzing of electric lanterns and the droning of automobile engines, Christmas time was a far darker time. People back then feared the dark and the cold. Many still believed in spirits of winter and things that stalked cold snowy nights such as this. People would light fires, and say their prayers. For this particular time of year the veil between this world and what lies beyond grew thin. Our tale begins many years ago in an Austrian village during such a Christmas. Snow fell in sheets, down on a tall dark brooding figure. Behind him trailed two reluctant children, dragged by their wrists.

“We're sorry, we won't do it again.”

The girl begged as the large figure, yanked them along.

“You little brats better learn some goddamn respect!”

The tall dark figure yelled, hoisting the little boy to his feet as he stumbled.
They both sniffled and whined as the tall figure dragged them through the snow-laden cobbled street. Past wooden houses with pointed roofs. Some peaked out from behind curtains and quickly hid themselves again as the somber entourage shuffled past. They came at last to a house on top of a hill. The tall figure reached out a large veiny fist and knocked on the thick wooden door.

The heavy wooden door creaked open. A red-haired woman in a blue dress stood at the entrance. The man stepped into the porchlight revealing a row of shiny buttons.

“Sorry to disturb you madam, but I believe these juvenile delinquents belong to you.”

She scowled at the kids he was hauling behind him.

“What'd they do this time, constable?”

“I caught ‘em tossing rocks at Miss Haegs house, broke some o’er windows too.”

“But mom, she's a creepy witch that eats children!”
Isabelle whined looking up at her mother.

“All the other kids do it too.”
Mathias chimed in, peeking out from behind the constable.

The woman's red hair was tied in a top knot illuminated partly as she leaned out of the doorway.

“I'll have some words with them, and make sure they behave.”

“You better.”

He shoved the two young children forward and their mother ushered them in, giving them both a quick spank on the rear.

“Merry Christmas mam.”
The constable nodded and tipped his hat. Then turned and walked away as she shut the door.

“Why can't you two just be nice?” She sighed and glared at them.

“We're sorry.”
They both squeaked in unison, trying to put on innocent smiles.

She scowled down at the little delinquents, not buying their cute facades one bit as she reached down and twisted both their ears.

“Aw aw aw!”
They both squirmed as she leaned down and started undressing their winter coats.

They were twins, both red haired and freckled. with emerald green blazing eyes. Both, a bit chubby. Had it not been for the girls long braids and slightly pointier chin one could easily mistake one for the other.
“No supper for you, off to bed, both of you!”

They both kicked off their boots and ran quickly upstairs hoping to get past their father before their mother told him.

Their father, a dark-haired, tall, broad man, eyed them as they ran past. He looked over at their mother as he took a big drag off his pipe. The red amber illuminating his frowning face.

Upstairs in their room, the kids were in their bedroom, pulling off thick woolen sweaters and tossing them on to the floor.

“You think dad is gonna come yell at us?”

Mathias whispered watching his sister pull her skirt down, then lift her blouse over her head. He stood looking at her chest. Little lumps that would almost fill the bottom of a wide-brimmed schnapps glass that ended in perky pink nipples.

“We better get into bed and pretend we're asleep then.”

He looked away and continued undressing before she could catch him looking at her. He nodded, catching a last glimpse before her naked chest was hidden by a white floral nightgown. He didn't really know why seeing his sister like that excited him so, only that it did.

He watched her scurry up the small lather leading up to the top bunk. He caught a glimpse underneath her gown. Her white floral panties that hugged her round butt and the lines between her legs, suggesting what lay just beneath. A bulge formed in his trunks, blushing a bit as he stuffed it into his pajama pants. Then slid into bed.

“You think we'll get grounded?” He whispered in the dimly lit room.

“Oh I'm certain of it.”
Isabelle whispered back as she lie still, trying to make out the argument going on down stairs.

“You should have just run dummy!”
Isabelle shifted on the bed above him.

“I couldn't just leave you.”
Mathias sighed, steering up at the planks above him. The wood patterns looked like laughing faces in the pale moonlight.

“If only she hadn't called the damn coppers on us.”

Mathias sighed, looking out the window at the snow falling over sharply angled rooftops and cobbled streets as they both drifted off to sleep.

CREEEK!

CEEEEEEEK!!

The floorboards creaked eerily as heavy footsteps approached.

“Oh shit” Isabelle swallowed hard, pulling the covers close up against her chin.

The door creaked open.

“Children?”

The floorboards creaked again as their fathers heavy frame entered the room.

“I want a word with you two.”

His voice was quiet, discerningly calm. Like the quiet before the storm.

A fast hand ripped the cover off Isabelle, fingers grasped her hair and yanking painfully.

“Get down!”

He pulled her down from the bunk bed by her hair as she squealed and sobbed. Grabbing the chair from a nearby writing desk he spun it around and sat down.

“DAD?!”

Isabelle screamed as he pulled her over his lap and pulled her panties down around her thighs.
Mathias's eyes widened, seeing her round little butt exposed. As well as her puffy little cunny. His arousal quickly turned to fear as their father raised his hand and slammed it hard against his sister’s behind. Shockwaves rippled over her buttocks. Sounding as loud as a gunshot as he spanked her, hurting his ears.

She screamed and cried loudly as he spanked her. Her buttocks turned a light shade of red. He wanted this to stop, hated seeing her cry like that. Even more so he knew just what was in store for him. He pushed her off his lap, leaving her a sobbing pile on the floor. Then reached in after him, grabbing him by the throat and yanking him towards him.

“C'mere you little shit!”
He threw him across his knee and yanked his briefs down to his thighs. His ass and balls exposed to the night air.

“DAD NO!”

His massive hand nearly knocked him over as it exploded against his buttocks, knocking all the air from his lungs. He screamed more than sobbed. The pain was unbearable. His hand rose again, slamming into his buttocks so hard Mathias was sure the skin on his rear had ruptured.

“Spare the rod, spool the child.”

Their father sighed quietly, as he stood him up and pushed him onto the bed. Then sat his sister beside him. They both sat on the edge of the bed whimpering, staring down at the floor. His eyes looked up menacingly, then softened as he struck a match and lit his pipe.

“You won't be chucking no rocks at people's windows no more, now will you?”

“No father!”
They both squeaked in unison.

“Good”
He nodded, taking a deep drag off his pipe.

“I know you may think me strict children. But I'm only trying to show you that choices have consequences. Choices, that may lead you down a path of mischief, mayhem. And ultimately…”

He leaned forward his grim demeanor glistening from the glow of his pipe as he took yet another drag.

“Hell and damnation.”

They both looked up at him, shivering. His words seemed to have struck a serious cord with them.

“You do want presents this Christmas don't you?”
His voice was softer, still stern, but not aggressively so.

They both nodded, tears streaming down their cheeks.

“Then you better be good.”
He waved a finger at them.

“You better be nice”
His face twisted into a grin as he leaned closer.

He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness' sake.”

“Santa!”
Both children squealed, their faces lighting up.

Their father scowled at them.
“The way you two are behaving I think you might get a visit from Krampus!”

“W www… Who's that?”
Both jumped at their fathers sudden shift in tone.

“Oh you see, he’s Santa's dark side.”
He grinned, blowing a puff of smoke.

“Naughty children go on Santa's naughty list, and when they do
Krampus comes and punishes naughty children just like you.”

He peered at them over his spectacles pointing an accusing finger at them.

“You might hear bells jingle, cloven hoofs clatter.
But, this time something's the matter.
There won't be any presents from Santa's sleigh.
Instead, the Christmas devil has come today.
With horns like a demon, he treads on cloven hoof.
If you keep quiet, you can hear him up on the roof.
Down the chimney out the fireplace he will appear.
That's when you best hide somewhere in fear.
He'll stalk and he'll sniff before his attack.
Then stuff you down into a rough sack!
He'll beat you if he smells any bad that lingers!
He'll claw and he'll bite and snapp off your fingers!
He'll claw and he'll cut,
and shove coal up your butt.
So take care children, behave well,
Or Krampus will drag you both off to hell!

And with that, he walked out slamming the door, leaving the two frightened children clutching each other

Isabelle pushed Mathias aside.
“You scared of some silly Christmas ghost story?”

“Nnn No”
Mathias huffed, trying to sound braver than he really was, clutching the comforter around himself.

“I just hope mom and dad aren't too cross with us.”
Isabelle sighed, sitting up and grabbing ahold of the ladder.

“Belle?”
Mathias whispered, his lips trembling as well as his hand he was reaching around hers.

“Can you sleep down here with me tonight?”

“Only if you admit you're scared.”
She crawled closer, smirking at him.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I'm scared.”

She lay down beside him, her arms sliding over his chest and belly as she pulled him close. Her body felt warm as she pressed herself against him.

“Widdle baby needs Mommy to hold him?”
She teased, sliding her hands over his chest and hugging him from behind.

“Quit it! Belle!”
He elbowed her, grunting indignantly.

She let go and started leaning away. He grabbed her hand and pulled it back around himself.

“You're scared of things too!”
He huffed, holding her arm as it sneaked around him again.

“You're such a big baby Matty”
She blew softly into his ear, twisting one of his curls around her finger.

“I'm not a baby.”
He sighed, letting her hold him and play with his hair. Of course he'd never admit it, but he didn't mind the way she touched him. It felt nice.

“Baby.”
She whispered her warm breath into his ear, her hand sliding under his shirt, feeling his soft plump belly.

“I'm not a baby.”
He yawned, as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

A lone kerosene lamp burned dimly keeping the dark of winter at bay. Outside the snow drifted and blew over pointed tiled rooftops. From a distance could be heard soft carrols and the ringing of bells.

Isabelle shifted in her sleep, huffing and groaning, panting and moaning. Mathias leg was between hers. She was grinding herself against it. Not really aware of what she was doing, only that it tingled. It felt nice in a naughty sort of way. The grinding stirred her awake. She looked down at her brother lying next to her. He lay still, his chest rising and lowering slowly.

She lay her head against his chest, listening to his deep long breaths. He felt warm, his skin so soft as she slid her hand under his shirt. Leaning in she steered at him for a bit, making sure he was asleep. Then leaned in gently and kissed his cheek. Her hand moved curiously over his exposed belly, slowly sliding over it. Biting her lower lip nervously, she ran her hand over his little bulge. It twitched in response and she gasped withdrawing her hand.

Her hand trembled as she slowly brought it back. She could feel the shape of it as it rose and made a pop tent in his pajama pants. One last look to check that he was fast asleep. Undoing the knot holding his pants up she leaned down, giggling to herself as she lifted the hem up and peaked down into his pants. It was a boy's weiner, less than half the size of a wiener sausage and about the same thickness. Boys had their pee pees going outwards.

It was strange. She smiled to herself as she very carefully lifted the hem over it. She had seen glimpses of it before, but she wanted to get a proper look. Why were boys pee pees so interesting? She touched it, letting her fingers explore the soft skin around it. She could feel it twitch as her fingers curled around it. She giggled, knowing what she was doing was very naughty. She slowly pulled the foreskin back and peered at the pink tip emerging.

“Boys wieners look so weird.”

She thought as her fingers slid up and down her brother's hard shaft.
He groaned a bit in his sleep. She stopped, looking at his face softening into a smile.

“Bet that feels good huh?”

She giggled softly, stroking his cock, sliding his foreskin up and down. She steered in fascination as her hand slid up and down, feeling it pulse and twitch between her fingers. Then she pulled the skin all the way back and looked at his pink glistening tip.

“Why's it all pink like that?”

She ran her finger across the top. There were a few drops of clear liquid, but it didn't smell like pee. Her finger glided over the tip. It felt so soft, almost like silk. To him it felt too sensitive, too rough.

“Neeehh eeeeh.”
He groaned and whimpered, turning his head and shifting his legs.

She quickly pulled his pants back up and lay down beside him. Holding her breath as she steered at him.

His eyes blinked open. She lay still pretending to be asleep. She could feel him shift his weight as the bed creaked. Then hear his hand scratching against fabric.

“Siss?”

She lay still, just barely daring to take a shallow breath.

“Shit shit shit! Did he notice?”
She lay still, trying to think of what she'd say if he had noticed.

“Belle, are you awake?”

She didn't dare respond, better to pretend to be asleep.

“Belle, I'm hungry.”
He whispered, shaking her shoulder lightly. She blinked her eyes open and looked at him.

“Hungry?”
She tried to hide her nervousness.

“Well I guess we could sneak into the kitchen.”

She rolled on top of him, their faces inches apart as they stared into each others eyes before she rolled off him and slid out of bed.

“Come on dufus!”

“But, what if they catch us?”
Mathias whispered as he got up.

“You'll just have to be very quiet.”
She opened the door, poking her head out. The hallway was mostly dark, only partly lit by moonlight shining through the window at the end.

“Come on, the coast is clear.”

She motioned for him to follow. Slowly, they tippy toed down the hallway and snuck down the stairs.

They skipped past the living room, past the fireplace and into the kitchen.

“I know where they keep the cookies.”

Isabelle smiled, pulling out the drawers and using them as steps to reach the counter. Then stretched up towards the top covers.

“Help me I can't reach.”
She looked back down at him.
“I need you to hold me so I don't fall”.

“Oh, ok.”

He stepped onto an open drawer and held his arms around her legs as she stretched. She leaned forwards, the night gown riding up giving him a close view of her little plump rump.

“You got it?”
He looked away, trying not to stare directly at her rear.

“Aaaaalmooost!”
She strained, stretching, wobbling a bit backwards. Her butt pressing against her brother's face. He wheezed, trying to push her butt off his face. Instead his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks.

“Hey quit it, you creep!”
She yelped as she fished a large tin box down from the shelf.

“You were pushing your stinky butt into my face.”
He hissed back, helping her down.

“You like your sister's butt?”
She teased, wiggling it at him.

“Hmpf, No I don't.”
He scowled at her, despite feeling his little boyhood twitch.

“Just gimme some cookies, I'm starving.”
He reached for the box as she held it away from him and giggling.”

“Come on Belle don't be such a douche, gimme!”
He tried to grab the box from her.

“Admit that you like my butt.”
She giggled and wiggled.

“Siss, stop being gross.”
He stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

“Here dummy.”
She threw him a cookie, landing it perfectly in his mouth. He started munching eagerly on it. She took one too and bit into it.

“Hey Matty?”
She smiled devilishly at him over her shoulder.

“What?”
He turned to look at her, annoyed by her teasing.

“Why do you like your sister's butt?”
She grinned and pulled her panty down, mooning him.

“Nn nn no I dd don't.”
He stammered, blushing as he steered back at his sister's butt. His eyes tracing the crack down to the tiny folds of her cunny.

“Just uhm, just gimme another cookie!”
He stammered, feeling his breath get heavy, palms sweaty.

“You want a cookie hm?”
She teased, looking over her shoulder, licking one. Sounding more seductive than any girl that age had the right too.

“Belle, stop fooling around.”
He whined, reaching for the cookie as she held it away from him.

“I wanna know if you really like my butt first.”
She teased, taking a small bite of her cookie.

“I don't, stop being icky!”
He hissed at her, wanting to hit her, but he knew their parents would hear them if he did.

“You have a boner don't you?”
She giggled sitting on the counter with her legs spread, eating her cookie.

“Pfft eeew, no I don't.”
He scoffed, trying to hide his blush and turning his lower body away from her gaze.

“Prove it then.”
She teased, leaning forward with a wide mischievous grin.

“Le'mme see and I'll give you the box.”
She ran her hand over the round cookie box.

“You're such a poopyhead.”
He sighed, reluctantly pulling his pajama pants and boxers down.

His little boyhood, not quite so little anymore, stood to full attention. He looked away, blushing embarrassed. Her eyes widened as she leaned forward, taking in the view of her brother's little erect cock. So hard, the foreskin had peeled back revealing the glistening tip. She breathed heavily, feeling all strange and tingly.

“You have a boner”
She meant for it to sound mocking, but it came out more like a lustful moan.

“Gimme that box!”
He hissed, snatching it from her and pulling his pants back up.

“Why'd ya wanna see my pee pee anyway?”
Mathias, scoffed, chewing on a cookie.

“Cause boys get stiffys when they see butts they like.”
She giggled, munching happily on her cookie. Feet dangling off the counter.

“I don't like your butt it's icky and stinky!”
Mathias huffed, elbowing her.

“Then why do you have a stiffy hm?”
She leaned over and looked at the pop tent in his pants and giggled more.

“Quit it!”
He shoved her away from him, while she giggled mockingly.

“Come on” he sighed, “We need to get back to bed before they catch us.”

With their nightly shenanigans done for the night, they made their way up the stairs, step by creaking step. Stepping lightly over the loose floorboards so as not to make a sound.

“What was that?”
Isabelle whispered, stopping in her tracks to listen.
Mathias stood behind her, crouching low to keep the boards from creaking. From down the hallway, there came a groan or a moan or maybe a yawn. There were more soft moans. The sound of skin sliding against skin. The wet sloshing sound of a wet kiss or perhaps something else.

Isabelle snuck closer, ever so quietly, then peered through the open door crack. She gasped. Their parents were sitting naked on the edge of the bed.

“Oh yeah, that feels nice.”
Their father moaned as he looked down at their mother stroking his cock.

“What are they doing?!”
Mathias gasped, his eyes widening with disbelief. He didn't understand what he was seeing, neither did his sister.

Their mother continued to stroke their fathers cock, pumping her fist up and down his massive throbbing shaft.

“Why is she rubbing his weiner?”
Mathias whispered, unable to take his eyes off the strange spectacle.

“I think dad likes it.”
Isabelle whispered, watching nervously.

“Honey, mmmh, could you?”
Their father moaned as their mother stroked his shaft up and down, up and down.

“Eeew that's gross.”
Mathias, winced. Watching his mother lean down and lick the tip of their fathers cocock. Her tongue swirling around the tip, before kissing it. Sucking on the tip, then slowly sucking her way down as she took his large cock into her mouth.

“She's putting it in her mouth?”
Isabelle gasped, steering intensely.
“Why is mom sucking on it like a lollipop?”

“Eeew, but boys pee from there.”
Mathias watched, as his mothers head bobbed up and down his fathers throbbing cock.

They could see their mothers butt as she leaned over. Their fathers hand sneaked over it, groping and fondling her. He gave her a little spank, making her butt wobble. Then snuck his hand between her legs and wiggled a finger into her dripping wet pussy.

Isabelle watched as she felt that tingling sensation spark up from between her legs. She huffed, quietly, reaching a hand down to ease the ache and rubbed over her panties.

“He's touching moms pee pee.”

Mathias huffed, feeling awkward and confused. Knowing he was watching something he wasn't supposed to. His eyes followed as he watched his fathers fingers part his mothers pussy, slipping and sliding in and out of her.

She moaned into his cock, bobbing up and down as she sucked. Making wet sucking, slurping sounds. He moaned and lent back. His cock bouncing in her mouth. Something white leaked down the corner of her mouth. She sat up and swallowed something.

“Eeeew, did he pee in her mouth?”
Isabelle whispered.

Their mother smiled, wiping her mouth
As she lay down.

“Mmmh come here.”
Their father whispered softly, grabbing her by the legs and pulling her towards him. She giggled as she spread her legs for him. He kissed her inner thigh passionately. Then kissed and licked up towards her pussy. He rubbed his hand over her pussy, then rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit. She moaned and arched her back. His fingers slid into her, parting her pussy lips as he leaned closer.

“Why is he licking her tt there?!”
Mathias watched, but couldn't take his eyes away.

Their father licked their mothers pussy up and down while she wiggled and moaned. His fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Mathias felt himself growing hard, his little boyhood throbbing. Straining against the fabric of his pajama pants.

“Dad?”
Isabelle huffed, not sure if from shock or arousal she didn't even understand.

They both watched as their parents were doing something naughty. Their father licking faster up and down their mothers pussy.

She grabbed his head, pressing his face into her pussy as her whole body shook. Legs wrapping around his head.

“Yes I'm cumming aaah!”
She moaned, throwing her head back. Her long copper red locks whipping behind her. Her legs twitched as he got up.

“That was amazing honey.”
She said pulling him in for a kiss.

Isabelle, grabbed Mathias.
“We gotta get outa here before they catch us.”

Mathias nodded, noticing a wet patch on the floor where she stood. But, now was not the time, nor the place to ask questions. They both snuck back to their room and carefully pushed the door closed.

“What were they doing?”
Mathias asked, thinking back on what they had both just witnessed. Images of their parents' naked bodies sliding over each other.

“Well uhm… it looked like they were really enjoying it”.
Isabelle, huffed, stepping on to the ladder leading up to her bunk.

He couldn't help but look at her butt again under her nightgown as she climbed up. He imagined what it would feel like to touch it. Feel her soft skin and poke his fingers inside her little wet cunny. Like his dad had done with his mother. He shook his head, trying to push the naughty thoughts out of his head.

He drew in a deep breath and lay down on his bed. The bed above him creaked as his sister settled in. The images of what they had just witnessed bubbling and boiling in his head. He turned on his side feeling restless. The moon was still hanging over the village, darted with multicolored Christmas lights.

Isabelle lay on the top bunk, also restless. The tingling feeling between her legs wouldn't go away. She reached down and to her embarrassment she felt she was wet. She took the blanket and stuffed it between her legs, trying to ignore it. Then slid her hand under her pillow and retrieved a candy cane she had stashed there and began sucking on it. Sweet and minty.

Mathias still couldn't sleep. Not with that throbbing aching feeling down there. He reached a hand down and felt his own bulge. It was hard and stiff. Touching it only made it feel even tighter. Like his dick was getting inflated and it was going to burst. He had touched himself before, what little boy hadn't. He slid his fingers down under the hem of his pants, squeezing his dick between his fingers. It seemed to relieve the throbbing a bit, but he needed more. Listening for a while and hearing no sounds other than his sister shifting in her sleep, he pulled his little dick out of his pants. He groaned softly, his fingers running up and down his shaft clumsily like he had previously. But mom had gripped his fathers dick.

How was it like this? No, more like holding a…

“Haah.”

He moaned softly, trying to stifle it. He looked down as he nervously peeled the foreskin of his cock back, then slowly slid it back up. It felt good, it felt really good.

Maybe if I?

He slid it down further, then back up, his little dick throbbing and bouncing as his hand slid up and down his little shaft. Yeah, this feels much better. Like Mom had done. He closed his eyes and lay his head back, just enjoying the heightened pleasure he could get from touching himself like that.

Fap fap fap…

Isabelle heard the strange sound coming from the bottom bunk. What is he doing? She crept closer to the edge and looked over it.

She gasped, covering her mouth, her eyes snapping to full alertness. Her brother was lying in bed with his eyes closed, stroking his cock.

“Oh my…”

She huffed watching her brother's hand slide up and down his bouncing cock. The tingling between her legs pulsated up her belly. Unable to resist she slid a hand down her panties and rubbed her demp cunny. Sliding a finger between her wet folds. She continued to watch, mesmerized by the sight of her brothers throbbing, bouncing dick.

She moaned softly, not really understanding why this was making her feel so… .So warm, so tingly, so mmmmh goood. A spot inside her felt like it was itching, no matter how far she pushed her finger she couldn't quite reach it.

Without thinking she slid her panties to one side and slid two fingers inside herself. Spreading them, then sliding the slippery candy cane into her even more slippery and wet cunny. Ah yes there! She moaned softly, the tip of the candy cane she had just been sucking on rubbing up against that sensitive itchy spot inside her. She watched him jerk his stiff little boyhood while she slid the candy cane in and out of herself.

They both moaned, pleasuring themselves finding new sensations to rub poke and prod.

“Aaah!”
Mathias gasped seeing his sister look over the edge of the bunk bed at what he was doing. In a panic, he quickly hid his boyhood under the blanket.

“Belle!?”
He looked up at her, face flushed red.

“What'cha dooooin?”
She teased, smirking down at him, with a wide mocking grin.

“Nnn nuffi'n.”
He stammered, voice cracking from sheer embarrassment.

“Don't like nuffi'n to me.” She smirked, it's not that small.”
Mathias, flinched, biting his lower lip.

“I… It's nn not nice to stare.” He stammered.

“It's not nice to touch yourself.” She grinned.

“Perv.”

He winced, at the embarrassing accucation.

“I won't tell,” she drew a deep breath. “Hey Matty?”

“Yeah?” He finally managed to push his embarrassment aside and look up at her.

“Can I… uhm…” She swallowed heavily, “Can I see it again?”

“Why?”
He gasped, eying her nervously as she smiled back at him.

“Cause I wanna dummy,” her voice soft and sweet.

“It's embarrassing.” He turned over, steering at the wall.

“Please? I'll show you mine.”

His heart fluttered, images of all the times he had snuck a glimpse of her panties running through his mind. Mixing with the images of what he had seen his parents do. His dick throbbed again.

She groaned, dislodging the candy cane from her cunny with a light pop.

“I'll let you have this.”

She held out the candy cane.
She smiled. Both at the thought of seeing his dick and tricking him into eating it when she knew where it had just been filled her with a naughty bubbling feeling. It would be a funny prank.

“Oh-kay.”
Mathias nodded, eyeing the candy cane.

She climbed down, the bed creaked as she sat down beside him.

“Soooo,”
she grinned looking down at the pop tent in his pants while he blushed and tried to avoid eye contact.

“Here, you can have this if I can have a look.”

She smiled and handed him the candy cane. Her smile was so warm and infectious, he couldn't help but smile back.

He took the candy cane she offered and sucked on it blissfully, and blissfully unaware where it had just been. Isabelle couldn't help but smirk and giggle.

He drew a deep breath and with shaking hands began to pull down his pajama pants. With a final tug his little penis sprung up, stiff and erect.

She leaned closer, admiring it. It twitched as he involuntarily clenched out of nervousness. He looked up at her smiling awkwardly.

“Why'd ya wanna look at my pee pee anyway?”
He huffed, looking down at his dick. He wanted to cover it, but he had promised to let her see it.

“Can uhm can I… ehh heh.”
He tried to force the words out, but he felt so embarrassed, so wrong even asking. But after all he had shown her his, why shouldn't he get a peek?.

“Can i uhm… see yours?”

He finally managed to ask. She still had her head cocked to one side, leaning over him, looking at his privates.

“Sure.”

She smiled awkwardly, one of her missing front teeth becoming apparent. Mathias' eyes widened as she slowly lifted her nightgown. Her little round belly came into view. Then her puffy little cunny as she slid her panties down and let them drop to her ankles.

“Ya like it?”

She smiled up at him, trying to hide her own awkwardness.
“I mean you really did like looking at my butt earlier.”
She teased, trying to break the tension.

“Yeah.”

Mathias sighed, without thinking, his mouth hanging open, eyes glazing over, feelings bubbling up inside him. He couldn't name them all, but they were hard and soft at the same time, warm, bubbling and tingling.

Isabelle looked up at him, barely managing to take her eyes from his penis.

“You perv!”
She blushed, feeling a bit vulnerable by the way he was staring at her nakedness. Then again she was staring at him.

“Can I”
She huffed, leaning closer and stretching her hand towards his dick.

“Can I touch it?”
She grinned, her fingers nearly touching the tip.

“Uhm… sure.”

He sighed heavily, watching as her fingers slid up the side of his shaft and explored it. His dick twitched as her soft fingers wrapped themselves around it. He let out a soft moan, feeling her pull the foreskin back, ever so gently. It throbbed and jerked.

“Heh, it moved.”

She giggled, feeling the soft skin of his cock as she pulled the foreskin down. The pink tip popped out. He moaned softly, it felt way better than touching it by himself.

“Why's it pink at the tip like that?”
She touched it with her finger

“Gaaah, watch it!”
Mathias gasped and moaned, his hips bucking.

“Oh sorry, did it hurt?”
She moved her finger down the shaft instead.

“A bit yeah.”
He huffed nervously, relaxing a bit more after tensing up. He sighed, enjoying the sensation of her soft fingers sliding over his twitching little boyhood.

He squirmed and wiggled, looking down at her puffy cunny.

“Well, you're touching mine so I get to touch yours right?”
He looked up at her smiling.

“Sure uhm… I guess.”

She parted her thighs and slid a hand over her cunny, leaning back a bit.
With a gleeful grin, he lent over and touched her cunny. She gasped. He looked up at her as if for approval. She nodded. His fingers slid over the soft skin of her cunny, touching and feeling it. Then he spread it open with a wet soggy sound and peered inside She blushed and bit her lower lip as he held her little cunny open. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. Not to mention embarrassed. No one had ever looked inside her like that. At the same time, it felt exhilarating and naughty.

“Your pee pee is a bit wet.”

He curiously poked his finger between her tiny folds and slid a finger inside her, feeling her soft ruffled insides. She moaned, stroking her brother's shaft a bit faster.

Spurred on by her little soft moans and squeals, he slid a curious finger between her little slit. Then slid it carefully up and down till he hit her little clit.

“Why's there like a little bean at the top there? ”

“I donˋt know, but keep rubbing there.”

She moaned, leaning back, spreading her legs more. His fingers sliding around her little clitt in circles, sending tingling jolts throughout her body.
She kept stroking her brother's cock while he rubbed her. He moaned, trying to keep his attention on rubbing his sister's wet cunny. His cock started throbbing, bouncing up and down in her little fingers feeling the heat waft off every throbbing vein.

“Wait, stop, stop!”
Mathias moaned, reaching for her hand to slow her down.

“My pee pee feels like it's going to go popp.”
He moaned, arching his back, while she pumped her little fingers up and down his pulsating cock. It bobbed up and down in her fingers and a few drops of clear liquid spat from it.

At the same time she could feel the tingling sensation between her legs throbbed. Then contract around his fingers as she groaned and squirted onto the floor. She held onto him and squealed.

They both held onto each other, panting slowly, regaining their breath. There was a long moment of silence, both blushing and looking away awkwardly.

“That was kinda … awesome.”
Mathias huffed nervously, leaning carefully towards her.

“M-hm.”
She hummed back leaning against him, his hand sliding up her back and over her shoulder. She cuddled against him, her chin brushing against his.

“So…”

They lay down together, her hands returning the gesture and sliding over his chest.
It felt weird being this close to his sister. Usually when they were this close they would be fighting or teasing each other. Now they were laying next to each other enjoying an intimate moment together

“Does this mean we're like uhm.. boyfriend girlfriend, but, how does that work when you're my sister?”

He, snuggled against her while sucking on the candy cane she had given him, enjoying the sweet flavor.

“Well I mean, if you wanna”
She slid her leg over his and looked up at him.

“But, boyfriends and girlfriends hafta kiss”
She smiled climbing over him, pushing him down and puckering her lips.

“Ew, that's icky”
He squirmed as she sat on top of him and made kissy faces at him.

“After I just rubbed your pee pee you think that's icky?”

She smirked, grabbing his wrists pushing them down into the mattress. He wiggled beneath her struggling to turn his face away from her.

“If you wanna be my boyfriend you have to kiss me.”
She teased, trying to kiss him, but instead landing a kiss on his cheek as he turned away.

“Fine, since you put it that way, I guess.”
He blushed, looking up at her with a crooked smile.

She planted a big fat kiss right on his lips which made him flinch and blush. Their fingers intertwined as their tongues curiously slid over each other. She slid off him and curled next to him and they both drifted off to sleep.

The bad touch

The next morning the family were all gathered around the breakfast table. Their mother was frying eggs in a big cast iron frying pan, humming to herself.

“Eat up,”
She scooped the fried eggs and bacon on to their plates and sat down with them around the table.

“Mom, can we go out and play after breakfast?”
Isabelle asked, trying to put on her cutest voice.

“Well, if you behave yourselves and don't get into any trouble”
Their mother waved a finger at them.

“Remember what we talked about last evening.” Their father looked at them over the newspaper he was reading.

“You better be nice or he'll come get ya!”
He teased making a claw-like gesture, startling them both.
After they finished eating their mother helped dress them. Honestly she was glad to be rid of the little rascals for a few hours, which is why she had let them go out and play in the first place.

For Isabelle, she picked out a red skirt with a white fur trim, thick woolen stockings, wool mittens and a red woolen cap. She had done her hair up in pretty braids with a red bow tie at the end.

Mathias, she helped into a thick woolen overcoat and matching woolen pants with thick snow boots and a matching blue woolen cap.

Now properly dressed they made their way out into the snowy weather. Each with a little sled in tow. The village was all alight with Christmas lights and various decorations. Lights shone from all the windows. Some of them had multicolored lights up, others were adorned with stars. From the light poles hung Christmas lights in the shape of snowflakes and reindeer. A choir was singing Christmas carols down by the market square as they made their way down the snow covered cobblestone street.

In the market square there were various booths and carriages each selling everything from fresh fish, Christmas decorations and fresh baked goods. Isabelle eyed one of the sweet rolls and breathed in the cinnamon and nutty scents.

“Oh I'd really love one of those, but we haven't any money.”

Mathias smiled slyly.
“Just distract the lady and I'll do the rest.”

She went up to the lady selling them, complimenting her wares and wishing her a merry Christmas. In the meantime Mathias snatched some of the cinnamon buns and sweet rolls and hid them under his thick jacket.

Once they were past a row of houses and walking up a hill Mathias giggled and handed her a cinnamon and bun.

“He he, that was naughty.”
Isabelle giggled and took a bite and Mathias took one out for himself and began eating it.

At the top of the hill stood another boy, dressed in a red wool cap and a green jacket. He was blond, much younger than they were.

“Hi.”
He waved at them, his little round face smiling at them.

“Hi there, out sledding too huh?”
She smiled at the younger boy.

“Hh-huh, My name’s Timmy, can I join you?”
He smiled back at them holding up the rains to his sled.

“Sure.”

They all sled down the hill, slipping and sliding, zooming down the hill as the wind blew past them. Once down one of the sweet rolls fell out of Mathias’s jacket. He giggled at the thought of having snatched it so easily and took a bite.

“Hey, gimme one.”
Isabelle reached for his jacket.
“Sure sure,” he handed her one and she sank her teeth into it.

“Can I have one too?”
Timmy looked up at her with big pleading eyes, pulling at her coat.
“Well we have plenty left.”
Mathias grinned, looking over at his sister. Her face contorted into a wicked smile as she knelt down to the boy.

“Well if you do me a teensy tinsy iddy biddy favor I'll let you have one.”

Mathias knew that tone in her voice. He raised an eyebrow wondering what sort of mischief she had cooked up this time.
“Uhm… Oh- kay.”
Timmy looked up at her, his big blue eyes glistening and mouth hanging slightly open at the anticipation of tasting a tasty baked treat.

Isabelle giggled, leaned down and whispered in his ear. His eyes grew big as he blushed.

“But… but that's nnn naughty.”
He squirmed up at her holding his hands over his crotch and bending his knees inward.

“Well, I suppose you don't want this then?” She smirked as she took out a cinnamon bun and waved it in front of him, letting its sweet scent fill his nostrils.

“Alright, alright. I'll do it.”
He squirmed nervously fiddling with the button on his pants.

“Come on, let me see.”
She smirked, watching intensely as the younger boy struggled undoing the button holding his pants together. She giggled as he slid his pants slowly down, then his trunks. His little pecker coming into view.

“My what an adorable little pee pee you have.”
She giggled, leaning closer to look at it as he blushed and shivered. it was still limp and small, like most boys that age.

Mathias couldn't help but lean in and look at it too as Timmy stood there nervously. He looked like he was about to cry. He felt naughty for being part of this and letting his sister do this to that little boy. At the same time he was curious. He hadn't seen that many other boys' penises.
“Can I have my treat nnn now?”
Timmy's voice was shaking, both from nervousness and the cold.

“Sure cutie.”
Isabelle handed him a cinnamon roll.

“Why'd ya wanna see my pee pee anyway?”
Timmy squirmed nervously, looking up at her, taking a bite from the cinnamon roll.

“Cause I like looking at boys, pee pees,” she smirked, steering at his little nub.

He started pulling his pants back up as he dug into the cinnamon roll.

“Uh-uuh.” Isabelle, hummed. “I didn't say you could pull your pants back up yet.

“Tell you what, I'll give you another one if you let me touch it.”

“Uhm. I dunno, that's kinda icky.” He squirmed and swayed his hips nervously.

Isabelle fished out another roll,
“I'm sure you want another one don'cha?, just let me touch it for a bit and I'll let you have another one.”
She smiled at him, holding the roll out for him.

“Uhm, oh-kay.”
He nodded, his breath becoming heavier. He took the roll she handed her and stuffed it in his pocket and continued to munch on the one he already had.

Timmy flinched, squirming a bit as her fingers slid along the sides of his little penis. He looked down nervously as she felt along his little shaft. she lifted his twitching pecker up, feeling up and down along it. She fondled his little balls and slowly began stroking his little pecker until it twitched and became stiffer.

“It feels icky.”
Timmy squealed, shivering nervously as she pulled the foreskin back, making the tip of his penis pop out.

“Well, you said you’d let me touch it”
Isabelle smirked down at him while her fingers curled around his shaft as she started jerking him.

“No no no, I dun wanna!”
Timmy squeaked in panic, pushing her hand away. He started running, but she grabbed him by the wrist and held him.

“Hold him for me.”
Isabelle smirked over at her brother.

“Isabelle this is very naughty”
Mathias hesitated, then grabbed the little boy's wrists as he struggled.

“You didn't complain when I stroked yours, I just wanna see if it's any different.”
Isabelle, smirked as she looked down at Timmy who was now on the brink of tears.

“No, don't!”
Timmy squirmed and shifted around, but Mathias held him in place.

“Don't what?”
Isabelle teased as she grabbed his little penis and resumed stroking him.

“Don't do that, it's icky, stop it”
Timmy cried, trying to wiggle his lower body away from her grasp as her hand slid up and down his twitching little shaft.

“Don't do what hm?”
Isabelle teased as she continued to molest the little boy.

“Don't pull my pee pee, No stop it, stop it!”
Timmy whined, his breath catching in his throat as he started to tear up.

“Why not? Boys love having their pee pees pulled like this,”
She giggled, stroking his little dick faster, squeezing it harder between her fingers.

“Sure you don't wanna play a bit with him too hm, brother?”
She grinned maniacally over at her brother as she jerked the little boy off. His little hips bucked as he twisted and turned, trying to get away.

Mathias felt conflicted, he knew what they were doing was wrong, so very wrong. He looked down at the little boy's round little butt and reached a hand down and felt it. It was soft and warm. He huffed curiously, feeling him twitch and try to pull away from his touch. Biting his lower lips, he traced a finger down over the little boy's buttcrack.

“NOOO!”

Timmy screamed as he felt a finger wiggle its way inside his butt, his puckered hole clenching around Mathias’ finger. Mathias pressed it further in, wiggling it inside his warm body.
Timmy tried to wiggle free, tears running down his face as they both continued molesting him. Mathias slid his finger back and forth in his hole. He couldn't help but clench around his invading finger. Isabelle kept stroking his little penis up and down, faster and faster.

“Stop it!”

Timmy sobbed as he fingered his butthole and she jerked him off, his hips bucking back and forth involuntarily. Gasping for breath as his hips bucked involuntarily. Isabelle's hand slid up and down his little shaft while Mathias's fingers dipped inn and out of his butthole.

“Oh I think he's gonna go pop.”

Isabelle smirked feeling his little penis started to throb. She smirked down at it, watching it bounce in between her fingers.

“NO NO NO STOP IT!”

Timmy screamed and sobbed, his little nob pulsating in her hand.

Mathias let go of his wrists and she held his hands over his pulsating little member, huffing, moaning and sobbing.

“Maybe we should stop now?”
Mathias said quietly, realizing how much they were scaring the little boy and feeling guilty about it.

“I guess you're right,” she sighed.

“Here, now no telling mommy and daddy ok?”
She handed Timmy another cinnamon roll. He took it, despite still sobbing. Then quickly pulled his pants back up. Then turned and ran, sobbing and crying hysterically.

“Yeah, we should get outta here.”
Isabelle, sighed nervously watching the squealing little boy run towards the tree line.

“That was very very naughty.”
Mathias, huffed, watching the little boy disappear amongst the trees in the distance.

“Come on!”
Isabell grabbed his hand and began leading him back towards the town square.

“Uhm, Belle?”
Mathias whispered as they walked underneath the shining Christmas lights towards their house on the hill.

Yeah?”
Isabelle held his hand as they walked.
“We really scared that kid.”

“Feel bad for it?”
She glanced back at him, her expression was hard to read.

“Yeah kinda.” He bit his lower lip. “I mean he started crying, I don't think he liked it.”

“Well you liked it when I did it to you, right?”

“Yeah, but, that was different, besides he was just a little kid, probably still in kindergarten.”

“Well, I think he was just nervous about showing his wiener. All boys love having their wieners stroked.”

Once home their mother greeted them at the door and helped them out of their winter clothes,

“Now have you two been behaving?”
She asked scowling down at them.

“Yes mother.”
they answered in unison, smiling innocently up at her.

Later they all gathered around the kitchen table for supper. They told their parents they had been out sledding, but left out all the mayhem and mischief they had been up to. Night fell and their mother tucked them in for the night.

First night: something wicked this way comes

CREEEK…

“Did you hear that?”
Isabelle sat up in bed, listening quietly.

“I think so.”
Mathias, sat up and listened too. There was a soft jingle as if from something metal clanking, possibly bells jingling. Then, another creek and a thump on the roof.

“I definitely heard that.”
Mathias swung his legs down onto the floor and looked up at the ceiling. He could hear the tip tapping of something moving around up there, then another jingle.

“It's Santa!”
Isabelle squirmed, quickly hurrying down the ladder from the top bunk. They both slowly snuck towards their bedroom door and out into the hallway. As they snuck ever so quietly, they could hear a fomp from the living room. As they crept down stairs, peering through the railings they could see big black boots stepping carefully onto the carpet. The lights from the Christmas tree illuminated a figure in red. Creeping closer quietly down the stairs. There stood a jolly old man, with a beard white as snow, dressed in red with a red cap.

“Santa!”
They both gasped, daring to step closer. Their little faces lighting up with joy and disbelief.

The jolly old man turned from the sack he was rummaging through to look at the two children standing by the staircase.

“Oh, what are you two doing out of bed,” he mumbled. “Don't you know it's naughty to stay up past your bedtime? Especially before Christmas

“We're sorry santa.” Isabelle tried to put on her most innocent smile. “We just wanted to see you Santa.”

“Hm Isabelle, isn't it?”

She nodded.

“And you must be little Mathias”
He leaned down to them and smiled as he took out a long roll of parchment from his sack.

“Let's see now if you have been naughty or nice.”
He gasped, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a pair of glasses.

“Oh my, oh my my.”
His expression grew stern as he looked at them over his glasses.

“What is it Santa?”
Mathias steered back nervously, clutching his sister's hand.
“Well you've been very very naughty this year.”
His expression grew even more stern as he slid his finger over the list.

Breaking windows, sneaking up at night, watching your parents uhm, well you know. Incest! Doing sexual things, you're far from old enough to do.”
His eyes narrowed, reading the last part again, not quite believing it.
“Stealing, playing pranks on people and, oh, oh dear. Molesting a young boy.”

“My dear children”
He sighed, folding away his glasses and leaning down to them as they shivered nervously.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Does that mean we don't get any presents?”
Mathias croaked, his voice catching in his throat.

“PRESENTS?!”
Santa glared back at them, his face turning red and eyebrows frowning.

“I should bend you over my knee and spank both of you!”

He shook his head and fished out a little tin hip flask, unscrewed it and took a big gulp.

“Of all the insufferable, naughty, delinquents!

He took a deep breath, rubbing his temples as he slid the hip flask back into his back pocket.

“Well, that would depend on whether or not you learn your lesson or not.”

“Lesson?”
Mathias gasped, holding on to the railing as his eyes began to tear up, realizing how bad they had been.

“Oh yes, dear children, but that is not for me to give. Oh no, that's my brother's affairs. You'll meet him soon alright, and he won't be none too happy about it.

“Three nights!”
He held up three fingers as they looked up at him shivering, clutching each other.

“You’ll have three nights to med your wicked ways, or he will whisk you off.”

With that he ducked into the fireplace and up the chimney he went.

There was a deafening silence, the kind that left a ringing in your ears. The living room grew darker, as all the lights dimmed and flickered. They both stood besides the Christmas tree, silent, shivering.

THUMP!

The sound came from the roof, followed by the jingling and clanking of something metallic.

“What's happening?!”
Mathias squealed, looking around and noticing that the snow that had been falling now hung strangely suspended in mid air.

THUMP!

Another footstep on the roof, more clanking of metal and rattling of bells.

“Someone's coming.”
Isabelle whispered, grabbing her brother by the arm and running up stairs.

All the while the steppes and the rattling of metal grew louder. A creature snarled like an angry dog. They ran up stairs, bolting down the hallway, pushing open the door to their parents bedroom.

“Mom, Dad! Wake up there's something coming.”

Their parents lay still in their beds, not moving.

“I can't wake them up!”
Mathias yelled, panicking.

THUMP

THUMP!

THUMP!!

Someone or something was making its way up the stairs. A sound like hooves scraping against the hardwood floor and the rattling of chains, the jingling of bells.

“Hide, it's coming.”
Isabelle gasped, shoving her brother inn front of her.

He ran down the hallway into their room and dived under the bed. She ran after him.
Her head was yanked backwards, clawed fingers gripped her hair. She screamed. As she was pulled up she saw the creature. It had long twisted horns that hooked backwards, a snout like some sort of goat. It was all covered in gray and white fur. It wore a red robe with white fur trim. Around his muscled body hung chains and bells. But, worst of all were its eyes. Red, glowing, like ambers of coal steering back at her as it lifted her up to look at her.

“Please, please don't hurt me.”
She squirmed, her breath only shallow raspy gasps. Her body shivered as she pissed herself. It streamed down between her dangling legs patted onto the floor. She grabbed onto his arms, her scalp searing with pain, threatening to be ripped from its roots.

“WHERE IS THE OTHER ONE?!”

The creature snarled at her, its voice booming, deep and rasping.

She was panicking, her breath heaving, tears welling up.

He gripped her by the chin and forced her face up to look at him. She started to scream, but he pressed her cheeks together so all that came out were gargled gurgles.

“WHERE, IS, THE, OTHER, ONE, CHILD?!”

The creature scowled at her as she shivered, sobbing uncontrollably. In her panic, her eyes darted towards their bedroom.

“Oh, a little game of hide and seek is it?”
He lowered her to the floor, dragging her kicking and screaming behind him. He pushed the door to their bedroom open, then stopped and sniffed the air. Isabelle whimpered, holding onto her aching head. He pushed her into a corner of the room, leaving her a sobbing heaving mess.

“Come out, come out wherever you are”
The creature cooed wickedly, his tail snapping behind him, bells jingling and chains rattling.

“Where oh, where could you be.

“Mmmh… Matias”

He kneeled down, sniffing the air again, his large nostrils flaring. Mathias screamed at the top of his lungs as the creature's claw crushed around his ankle and pulled him out from under the bed.

“Ah there you are.”
He hauled him up by his leg and held him up so his face was close to his and grinned evilly at him. Mathias shivered, gasping for breath in between sobs. The creature flung him down besides his shivering sister, then squatted down to them.

“Y.. You're Krampus, the Christmas devil.”
Mathias gasped through ragged breaths, pushing himself up against the wall.

“Oh so you have heard of me, I'm flattered.”
Krampus grinned at him with fanged teeth.

“What have you done to our parents?!”
Mathias yelled, finding the courage to look at the creature.

“Oh child, How do you think Santa delivers all those gifts in time?. Why we've simply stopped time. So we have all the time in the world.”

“Are you ggg gonna pp punish us?”
Isabelle whimpered, barely daring to look up at him.

“Well, you've been so naughty.”
He gleed in his raspy voice, reaching a claw out and caressing her leg. She quickly pulled it towards her, scooting as far back against the wall as she could.

“And I do so love naughty children.” He hummed.

“You both brought this punishment on yourselves. Stand up, both of you!”
He motioned to them with a bundle of birch wood he drew from a sack tied to the rope holding his robe closed. They both slowly got to their feet and stood staring at the floor, not daring to meet the creature's sinister gaze.

“Now what ever shall I do with you?”
Krampus smirked, tapping the bundle of birch wood against his palm.
“You're both such nasty dirty naughty little children. Especially you.”
He giggled, glancing over at Isabelle with her wet panties. She covered herself with her hands.

“Oh I know, how about you little brats clean up hm?”

They both looked at him confused and frightened.
“Down stairs, both of you! I'll have you scrub the floors for starters,”

He whacked them both with his bundle of sticks, herding them out the room and down the stairs. Whacking them across the rear as they ran to get away from his lashings.

“Now go get mops and buckets, you know where your mother keeps those right?”
He glared at them, patting the bundle of sticks against his palm.”

“Yessir”
Mathias bolted off towards the washroom.

“Mmm Mister Krampus sir?”
Isabelle, stood holding her hands over her wet panties.

“What is it now, child?”
Krampus snorted annoyedly, looking down at her.

“My panties are wet, can I go get new ones?”

“Come here child, let me help you”
Krampus smirked at her as he sat down in their fathers chair.
Isabelle didn't dare do anything else but step forward. Krampus lent forward, pulling her towards him by her waist. His claws sliding over her back and down over her rump as he hooked his thumbs in the hem of her pants. She didn't dare move in fear of getting another wack. instead she watched as he pulled her soggy panties down.

“There, now they're not a problem anymore are they?”
Krampus smirked as he slid his claw over her bare butt and squeezed it.
She gasped, breathing erratically as he fondled her.

“In fact you can wash the floors naked.”
He smirked, pulling her nightgown over her head, leaving her shivering and naked.

“Ppp Please don't”
She whimpered, feeling his claws slide over her naked body as he groped her butt and felt her flat little chest.

“Please, don't.” He mocked. “I bet the boy you bullied said something similar didn't he?”

Krampus smirked as he continued to fondle her, then pushed her onto the floor and stood up.

“Say where does your old man keep the good stuff?”

“The what?”
She stood on the floor trying her best to cover her nakedness.

“You know the booze, the liquor, the good shit.”
Krampus waved his claws around impatiently.

“By the cabinet there,”
Isabelle pointed, awkwardly, still trying to hold her hand in front of her groin.

Krampus, skipped merrily over to the cabinet and flung it open. He grabbed a bottle then bit into the cork, uncorking it with his teeth. Then he spat the cork out, hitting Isabelle square on the head. She flinched as the cork rolled away on the floor.

“Why is my sister naked?!”
Mathias blurted out as he came back with a bucket and two mops.

Krampus turned to look at him as he swallowed down a big gulp then belched loudly.

“Ah glad you asked m'boy”
He pranced over to him, on his cloven hooves and put his arm around him.

“I've decided you're washing the floors naked.”
He smirked down at him as he began tugging at his clothes.

“But I don't wanna please don't make me”
Mathias squirmed, as Krampus pulled off his shirt.

“I could always give you another spanking with the birch wood.” He smirked, patting his butt.

“Now take off the rest, these clothes need washing anyway.

He nervously pulled his pants down as Krampus smirked, watching as his little cock and balls came into view. He ran his hand down over his butt, groping him and squeezing his buttock.

“Mmmh, now get to cleaning the floor you two”
He smirked, giving Mathias a little spank on his rear, sending him tumbling towards the bucket.

“Now get to it.”
He yelled, beating them with the bundle of birch wood.

They both squirmed, each grabbing a mop and dipping it in the bucket, then proceeding to mop the floor.
“Some discipline will make you good children, and think of how glad your parents will be.”

He smirked at them, eyeing their little succulent naked bodies as they mopped the floor.
Then he sat down in the big leather chair and watched with lustful eyes as he made the children work. He took a swig of the bottle he had snatched, then undid the rope holding his robe together.

He was naked underneath, his cock slid out of his furry sheath. It wasn't even human, It looked more like an animal's cock than a humans, red and glistening. He reached down and stroked himself, looking at the children's butts as they bent over to mop the floor.

“That's it children, get all the spots, doesn't it feel good to do some good work for once?”
He smirked, stroking himself and taking another swig as he watched them slide their mops across the floor.
Isabelle eyed him over her shoulder, the way he was watching her made her feel even more uncomfortable and exposed. Her eyes slid down his chest. Defined muscles under soft fur. She gasped, he was stroking himself. She watched his claw slide up and down his erect shaft. It looked weird, she had seen a goat's penis before, it looked sort of like that only more pointy. It grossed her out, at the same time, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Mathias stopped to look at what she was looking at and equally gasped.

“Oh what are you naughty children looking at?”
Krampus smirked, taking delight in their startled expressions.

“That will do for now” he grinned, “Why don't you come over here children?”

They both backed away slowly, lips quivering, eyes wide open. Both steering at what this foul creature sitting in their father's chair was doing.

“I said come here.”
He grinned maniacally. His voice, low, and seductive.

“Or do you little bastards need another flogging?”
He caressed his claw over the bundle of sticks.

Fearing further reprisals, Isabelle and Mathias reluctantly stepped closer. Both of them held their hands over their crotches as they stood before the Christmas devil.

He snorted, eyeing them with glee.
Isabelle winced as his claw slid over her bare shoulders, feeling along her arms before pulling her hands away from her crotch.

“Nnn Nooo!”
She whined looking down nervously at her own exposed cunny and wanting so desperately to cover her embarrassment. Her breath quickened as she felt his fingers slide between her legs. They slid over her little slit and wiggled in between her little folds.

“Nn no please don't!”
She could feel that familiar equally icky, equally tingling feeling as he wiggled his finger inside her little cunny. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan and a squeal. Despite her resistance and shame she could feel her cunny clenching around his finger as she became wetter and wetter.

“Hey, leave my sister alone.”
Mathias yelled, stepping forward, unable to bear watching his sister's discomfort any more.

The creature's face snapped towards him baring his fangs.

“Oh, I'm sorry, you want some attention too don't you hmm?”

“Huh?”
Mathias stumbled backwards.

Fingers quickly gripped his penis. He whined and squealed as he was pulled upright by his penis. He gripped his groin and whimpered in pain as Ktampus pulled him close. His other claw sliding down to grope his little round butt. Mathias whimpers were replaced by gasps, then by moans as Krampus slowly stroked his stiffening penis.

“Nuuh uuuhh.”

Mathias moaned and whimpered, unable to keep quiet. His fingers felt surprisingly soft. He seemed to know just how to touch him to make his little penis throb. His hips bucked involuntarily as he held on to Krampus’s arms.

“Oh myyyy, such a mmmmh, horny little boy”
Krampus cooed softly, his voice a low rumble.

Isabelle couldn't tear her eyes away. She steered with complete fascination as Krampus’s fingers curled around her brother's penis. Pumping up and down his throbbing shaft as he squealed and moaned.

Krampus grinned at her, licking his lips. Isabelle didn't even resist as his claw slid between her legs and slithered into her dripping wet cunny. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. Pressing herself against his wiggling fingers as she watched her brother's cock being stroked.

“You like that don't you, naughty children?”
Krampus teased and cooed softly, as he kept molesting both of them.

“Nuuh.”
Mathias squirmed through gritted teeth, shaking his head as his penis throbbed and twitched between Krampus’ fingers.

Isabelle moaned, unable to hold back, gripping his harms and pressing against his fingers wiggling inside her. Her tiny cunny, contracting around his fingers as juices dripped onto the floor.

Krampus' eyes widened, the little slut was actually enjoying it? She was rubbing herself against his soaked fingers, squirting all over them as he held onto him.

“Siss?!”

Mathias looked at her, lips shivering as his penis began to throb even more under his gentle onslaught. His sister threw her head back and moaned, closing her eyes. He looked down to see her cunny leaking onto the floor as Krampus kept fingering her.

He wanted so much to touch her. It was all too much. He squealed and squeezed his eyes shut as a pleasurable sensation buzzed from his penis throughout his body. His little penis throbbing and bouncing as he moaned and squealed.

“That's it Matty.” Krampus smiled at him, “let it all out.”

Mathias moaned and squirmed, trying to push his hands away, his legs shaking, threatening to buckle beneath him. A few drops of clear liquid dripped from his pulsating penis.

“My my, what naughty little children.”
Krampus mocked and giggled as he leaned back in the leather chair.

Isabelle gasped, looking down at the wet stains running down her thighs. She quickly covered herself, blushing so hard her cheeks hurt. She felt like she might die of embarrassment.

Mathias, stood covering his own groin, steering down at the floor, shivering with fright and awkwardness.

“Oh, why so embarrassed?”
Krampus grinned wickedly, reaching out to caress the shivering naked children.

“Can we put on some clothes?”
Mathias whimpered, looking up at him, not lifting his head. He stood shivering with his hands covering his crotch.
“I don't wanna do this anymore.”

Isabelle whined softly, shivering as she stood naked, trying to cover herself and rubbing her thighs together wanting the icky, sticky sensation to stop.

Krampus looked down at them, his brow furrowing as he leaned back, stroking his long pointy cock.

“You've probably heard the stories of what they say I sometimes do to naughty children?”
Both children looked up at him and shivered, steering down at his claw stroking his red throbbing cock.

“So far I've not punished you much,” Krampus grinned leaning forward.
“Please, mm mister Krampus sir.” Mathias breathed heavily, “please don't hurt us.”

“No?”
Krampus grinned wickedly as he took them by their hands and guided them towards his groin.

“Tell you what, stroke my cock and I'll let you go.”
Krampus grinned, pressing their reluctant little hands against his cock.

“You know how it's done don't you Belle?”
He smirked looking down at her as he curled her little fingers around his cock.

“After all you've jerked off your brother. Oh and that little boy. You love stroking cock, don't you Belle?” He leaned in as she tried to lean away then licked across her cheek.

Isabelle gasped and Mathias looked away ashamed, while he spoke.

“You made that poor little boy cry, but you just kept going. Didn't you? And you, my naughty little boy”
He smirked, licking Mathias’ neck and cheek. His claw grabbing his little hand and curling it around his throbbing red cock.

“You shoved your finger up his butt and fingered that little boy”

“How? How do you know?” Mathias winced, feeling the creature's hard cock against his trembling fingers.

Krampus licked his lips and smiled.
“I see you when you're sleeping. I know when you're awake know if you've been good or bad. And you, my delightful little children, have been sooo bah-baaad.”

“We're ss sorry!”
Both whined, eyes watering as they steered at the floor.

“Is that so children?” his snarling voice deep and rumbling. “I don't belieeeve youuuu.”

“Honestly we are mister Krampus ss sir.”
Mathias choked, trying to stifle a sob.

“Baah, humbug!” Krampus hissed back.

“You can both start making amends, you both know what to do, now get to it”.
He pulled them both down closer to his groin. They could both see his red throbbing cock and smell the bittersweet cinnamon musk that wafted off it.

Isabelle swallowed hard and began stroking his shaft up and down with both of her trembling fingers. Mathias reluctantly joined in. They could feel each ridge and bump, the heat radiating off every pulsating vein.
“Mmmmh Yes, good children”
Krampus huffed in his deep rumbling voice as he took another swig of the bottle.

“Noo please I don't wanna!” Isabelle squealed

“Noo please, weeh weeh weeh.” Krampus mocked.

“Wasn't that what that little boy had cried while you touched him, hm?”
Krampus grunted, holding her by her hair as she squirmed and tried to turn her head away.

“Oh you're not gonna let your sister do all the hard work, are you now Matty?”
He whispered softly, placing Mathias’ head back on his cock.

“Ppp please Mister Krampus sir, don't make me.”
He gulped, feeling a sickening lump lodge itself in his throat.
“I'm sure that little boy said something similar when you fingered his little ass.”
Krampus smirked, patting his cheek.

Tears welled up in Mathias's eyes, thinking back on what they had done. The lump in his throat giving his guilt and shame a visceral quality.

“No please don't ” Mathias screamed as Krampus's finger pressed inside his butthole.

“But you didn't stop, did you Matty?” He smirked as he slid his middle finger in and out of him.

“I won't do it again, I swear,” Mathias screamed, tears running down his cheeks. His anus squeezing together, trying to push the invading finger out. Krampus put Mathias's hand back on his cock.

Krampus groaned in perverted pleasure as the two young children kept stroking his shaft on either side, making it bounce back and forth.

“Mmh I might make good obedient children out of you yet.”

A finger ran up Isabelle's inner thigh, flicking off her wet cunny as she gasped.

“Oh my, someone's excited.”
Krampus giggled, grabbing her by her waist and spinning her around to face him.

“I, I…”
She swallowed hard as he lifted her up under her arms and sat her down on the chair. He then pushed her legs apart. She winced, looking away, breathing heavily. His claw gently caressed her puffy little cunny.

“Oh you look quite ready, my dear”
He held one of her dripping wet folds open with his thumb and tapped his cock against her cunny.

“NO!” Isabelle screamed, trying to push his claw away.

“No, don't hurt my sister you devil!”
Mathias, beat his little hands against Krampus's side, not having much of an effect.

“Oh how thoughtless of me.”
Krampus grinned down at him, snatching him in his claws and pulling him close.

“You two had almost gotten to this part hadn’t you?”
He grinned down at him, this time caressing him more gently. He trembled in his grip as he groped and fondled him.

“No don’t touch me, let me go”
Mathias, squirmed, trying to push his claw away as he fondled him.

Isabelle watched curiously as Krampus slid his hand over her brother's belly, caressing it gently almost like a lover would. Reaching down, he lifted his half erect cock up and began stroking it. Mathias struggled a bit, then moaned softly, leaning back against Kramus’ belly as he kept stroking his cock harder.

His claw sliding gently over his chest, caressing and fondling him. Isabelle couldn't take her eyes off it, while she thought they weren't looking she carefully slid a hand down between her legs and touched herself. nibbling at her lip as she stared at her brothers being pumped.

“Mmmh” Krampus moaned softly, licking Mathias’ cheek and whispering into his ear. “You love your sister don't you, hm? Think she's really pretty, don't cha?”

Isabelle pulled her hand away, flicking some of her juices into the air, as she covered her groin and steered up at them with wide eyes as they looked back at her.

“Uh-huh.”
Mathias moaned, giving himself over to the sensations, looking down at his sister.

“Bet you wanna fuck her.”
Krampus whispered seductively, pushing him closer to her. His own throbbing member, sliding in between the little boy's buttocks.

“Fff Fuck?”
Mathias muttered, not quite understanding. He steered down as Krampus pulled his sister's hands away from her groin. Her eyes grew large and she started hyperventilating, not understanding what was happening.

Their eyes met for a moment, before drifting down at their groins. Isabelle gasped and Mathias moaned as his Krampus held and guided his twitching little penis towards her wet little opening. it stopped against her slit, started to curl as Krampus pushed from behind. It plopped into her cunny, sliding in between her little folds.

Both of them gasped and moaned as he slowly slid inside her. There was a brief moment of pain. Isabelle cried out, feeling something deep inside her snap. Mathias gasped, looking down at her as she squeezed her eyes together and grit her teeth.

“Siss?! Siss, I'm so sorry!”

He squealed, feeling himself slide deeper inside her as the devil behind him pushed him onward. He couldn't help but moan, feeling her warm wet cunny clamp down around his throbbing penis. She made a fist and bit her knuckle, shivering. She could feel every bump and fold as it slid against her insides. Unable to hold back any more she gasped and moaned loudly.

“Siss?!”
Mathias gasped, seeing her, buck and twitch in front of him as he felt himself pulled back and thrust back into her.

“Yes fuck her”
Krampus moaned softly, grinding his cock between Mathias's buttocks, pushing him back and forth in a rhythmic motion. making his penis slide in and out of her sister's wet warm cunny.

Isabelle moaned, gripping the arms of the chair, widening her legs more, giving him easier access. The initial pain was replaced by an overwhelming tingling sensation that peaked as the tip of his cock bumped against a sensitive spot deep inside her.

Mathias's hips bucked into her, making wet squishy sounds. He moaned and squealed, unable to stop himself from thrusting into her, it felt so warm and tight. So incredibly good, he was overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Fuuuuck heeeer.” Krampus cooed into his ear.

Lost in the overwhelming sensation he continued to squeal and moan as he gripped onto her waist. Pretty soon he was thrusting into her without anyone pushing. He knew it was dirty, he knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn't be doing this to his sister. But, he was unable to stop himself, it just felt too good.

Krampus watched, smiling at the two little children fucking. He reached down and brushed Mathias's back and head as he stepped around them.

Mathias was too lost in the overwhelming sensations of fucking his sister to even notice. Isabelle squealed and moaned, her chest heaving as he bumped against her. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly. At that moment something slid into her mouth. She was too overwhelmed to notice at first, but threw her eyes open as she saw Krampus's cock slide into her mouth.

Mathias watched as he grabbed her head and showed his cock in and out of her moaning mouth. He felt guilty for not stopping this, but he just couldn't help himself. He thrust into his sister while Krampus thrust into her mouth.

“Oh siss.”
He whimpered and moaned, sliding his cock back and forth in her cunny and watching as Krampus did the same to her mouth. As if in reply her hand reached up, pulling him closer to her, her legs wrapped around him. His penis burying itself deep inside her as he felt her clamp down around him.

She moaned, actively sucking on Krampus’ cock. He moaned loudly in response, his legs shaking. Her nails dug into Mathias's back as he felt her clamp down hard. His penis pulsating inside her as her pelvic muscles milked him of what little liquid he could squirt into her.

Soon after Krampus gave off a growling moan. Isabelle's cheeks ballooned outward, then cum sprayed around her mouth. The pressure, too much to keep back. Krampus pulled out of her mouth, thick creamy cum spraying across her face. He tumbled backwards moaning, nearly losing his balance as he threw his head back.

“Siss?!”
Mathias looked down at her nervously, realizing what he had done. Her head lay resting against the backrest, hery eyes rolled up in the back of her head. Cum dripped from the corner of her mouth as her mouth hung open.

“Belle?!” He shook her by her shoulders.

“Oh my God Belle, I'm so sorry!” He sniffled as he hugged her tight.

“Mah ahh Matty?”
She groaned, spitting out a clump of cum and looked up at him blushing. Her eyes strained to focus as they looked at eachother.

“Are you oh kk kay??!
Mathias stammered, rubbing her shoulder gently.

She nodded slowly, wincing as she wiped a white stain off her cheek.

“She's fine”
Krampus's voice was hoarse, his breath heaving and huffing as he leaned against the wall.

“Let us go, you promised!”
Mathias, scowled up at him.

“Yes yes, of course.” Krampus sighed reluctantly. “You've both been such good obedient children. In fact I even have presents for you.” He smiled down at them.

“Presents?!”
Their little faces lit up.
“Why yes of course, you didn't think I just ran around punishing children did you?”
He reached into a bag he had sat down beside the chair and rummaged around in it.

“Now both of you turn around, close your eyes”
He chuckled, smiling widely as the children did as they were told.

“Ah- aaah no peeking, turn around.”

They both turned to face the wall curious as to what they might get.

Krampus's claw slid over Isabelle's chest holding her still. Then he parted her little buttocks and spat into it. Then he forced a lump of coal up her butthole. She screamed and thrashed about as he shoved it deeper into her.

“Aw aw aw, no don't!” she screamed, wiggling as she felt the lump stretch her out as he shoved it in.

“Huh what are you…?”
Mathias squealed as he tried to run, but Krampus held him firm, forced his buttocks apart then spat in his butthole.

Awie!” Mathias cried, as Krampus stuffed a lump of coal up his little ass.

“There,” Krampus smirked at them as they whined and sobbed, shifting uncomfortably.

“That's what naughty children get.” He chuckled, “Come along now.
He ushered them upstairs, cracking his bundle of birch wood behind them as they ran.

“Now put on your jammies and get ready for bed.”

Isabelle opened a drawer, pulled out a nightgown and panties then began dressing herself quickly.

“But Mr Krampus sir, my butt hurts!” Mathias, whined and sobbed.

“Yes, punishment should sting shouldn't it. Now that lump of coal stays up your hole until you learn to be nice.” He giggled and helped him put on his pajamas.

He then tucked them into bed and kissed their blushing cheeks.

“Now, do try to behave children, good night”
With that, he backed out the door and gently closed it.

There were some footsteps creaking down the stairs. Soon they could hear hooves clanking on the roof. Then a great big whoosh. The snow outside began to fall again and the bustling noises of the town below resumed.

They both lay awake in their beds, trying to come to terms with what had just happened.
Isabelle, reaching down whimpering, trying to grasp the lump of coal, lodged up her rectum. She grunted as her fingers slid past it, deeper up her butthole. With tremendous effort she managed to slowly pull it out.

“Belle?”
Mathias sniffled.

“Uhm… could you help me with something?”
Mathias squirmed, reaching around his rear, gabbing the lump of coal lodged in his butt.

Isabelle climbed down, grunting as she carefully sat down beside him. Her brother whined, eyes welling up as he looked at her pleadingly. She reached around his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

“My butt hurts.” He whimpered. “Could you try…?”

Isabelle looked at him, her own cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and concern.
She winced as she felt the coal inside Mathias's anus, her fingers trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the discomfort and focus on helping her brother.

Okay, just relax,"
she whispered, lubricating her fingers with a small amount of spit before pressing against his puckered hole.

"We'll get this out together."

Mathias bit his lip, trying to remain calm despite the intense pain and humiliation. He nodded weakly, feeling her finger slide past the coal's edge, causing fresh tears to well up in his eyes.

“Almost.”
Isabelle tried to comfort him.
He bit his teeth and shivered. Her fingers slid past the lump of coal and pulled it out. Mathias's body trembled with both pain and exhaustion. Isabelle quickly pulled her fingers out of his gaping hole, the sight making her stomach churn. She could see deep inside him. She hurriedly wrapped her arms around his trembling body as best she could.

“Thanks Belle.”

He whimpered, squeezing her tight.
Mathias, still in pain but more relieved than before, looked up at Isabelle. He couldn't help but notice the way her body trembled slightly as she tried to comfort him.

"I'm... I'm okay, Isabelle," he managed huffed between breaths. "

Isabelle looked at him for a moment, searching his face for any sign of lie or exaggeration.

"Really, Mathias? Because you don't look okay to me." Her voice was soft, but he couldn't help the underlying worry in her words.

"I'm sorry, Isabelle," Mathias sighed softly, his voice barely a whisper. "I never wanted to hurt you like that." He closed his eyes, feeling the tears sting at his eyes.

"I just…”

"It's alright, Mathias," Her voice was shaky but steady.

"I know Krampus made you do it." She swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to continue.

"At first, it hurt...,”

But then..." She hesitated, feeling a blush creep up her neck.

"Then it felt... strange. And kind of good." She bit her lip, looking down at her hands in her lap.

Mathias looked at her, startled by her admission. He bit his lip, trying to repress the stirrings of arousal that arose at her words.

"Isabelle..." He started to say something else, but couldn't quite find the words.

Isabelle looked up at him, her eyes wide.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything," she whispered softly.

"I know how it sounds. But that's how it felt." She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest.

Isabelle leaned forward embracing Mathias, wanting nothing more than to take away the hurt and shame that she could feel radiating off of him. She squeezed him tightly, hoping that her touch would bring him some comfort. Isabelle held him tighter, his small body shaking slightly.

“Sssh, It's ok. Matty, it's ok.” She whispered as they slowly fell asleep in each others arms.

The next day their mother was delighted to see all the floors had been scrubbed clean. The children both explained they had been up at night cleaning because they felt guilty about what they had done the other night and wanted to do something nice.

None of them dared mention what lewd things had been going on during the night, nor the Christmas devil or what he had done to them. Their mother hugged them both thight and they spent all day hanging up Christmas decorations and preparing for Christmas.

2. Night: Cleanliness

Mathias was jolted awake by the sound of his door creaking open. His heart raced as he recognized the dark figure standing in the doorway. The floorboards creaked and a menacing horned shadow crept along the floor.

“No”

“No no no!”

Mathias sat up, scrambling up against the wall. His screams startled Isabelle awake, she also screamed.

“Hello children.”
The creature grinned, as he reached a claw, chains rattling odiously.

“Oh you didn't think we were done did you?”

He reached up and grabbed Isabelle by her arm and pulled her down, while she was kicking and
screaming.

“You dirty little children need to get cleaned up.”
He leaned over them, his sharp fangs showing as the children trembled in fear.

“This way children” Krampus grinned, twirling a stick of birch wood as he gestured towards the door leading to the hallway. He ushered them down, whacking them gleefully across their behinds as they hurried down.

“Now then,” He began pacing back and forth with the stick over his shoulder.
“You little shit go get some firewood and you little shit, fill up this here pot with water.”

“Well snap to it!”
He raised his flexible stick using it like a horsewhip, whacking them as they yelled and whimpered.

“Are you gonna eat us, Mr. Krampus?”
Isabelle gasped seeing, the large pot of water heating on the stove, as Mathias chugged more logs into the burning chamber.

Krampus smiled, pinching her little cheek.

“Not today children,” Krampus hummed amused. ”Although you're both sweet little tasty treats.”

“Now take this to the washroom and fill the wash basin, then bring it back.
He sat the large pot of water down.

After some time they had filled up the wash basin with warm water, Krampus had ushered them into the washroom. It was a small room, with a large washbasin. Beside it stood a bathtub made of wood, large enough to fit at least two adults. Around the room lay piles of clothes he had made them fetch. There were also all manner of cleaning supplies, mops brooms and of course plenty of soap.

“We need to wash these too.”

Isabelle gasped, feeling his claw slide over her belly and grab her chest. His fingers sliding in between her opening. He lifted the straps of her nightgown off as he continued to grope and undress her. She let him, whimpering quietly as he pulled her nightgown down and continued to undress her. She knew if she resisted she would only receive more whacks from his stick.

“This too.” He grinned.

Isabelle winced as she felt his fingers pressing the fabric into her little slit. He yanked it down, leaving a long sticky strand from her cunny that broke off as her panties slid down her ankles leaving her feeling violated and helpless. She stood staring at the wall. Was this how that boy had felt when I… she bit her lip not wanting to think about it.

He then shoved a piece of fabric in her hands, and rubbed them together in the warm soapy water.

He forced Isabelle to wash her clothes. Her naked body shivered as he groped her while she tried to complete the task. She sobbed in humiliation and desperation, unable to stop him from continuing his disgusting actions.

After tormenting Isabelle, Krampus turned his attention back to Mathias, who looked back at him nervously.

“You too Matty:”
Krampus purred wickedly, helping him unbutton his pajamas. His claws sliding against his soft silky skin as he peeled his clothes off and tossed them in the washbasin. He guided him besides his sister and groped his round little butt.
“Now help your sister clean, you dirty little boy.”
He huffed his claws, slid over his belly and groped his cock and massaged his balls while he squirmed and wiggled.

As Mathias and Isabelle tried desperately to wash their clothes, Krampus stood behind them, undeterred by their pleas for mercy. He groped and molested both of them, taking advantage of their vulnerability and terror. His fingers sliding over their naked trembling bodies, splashing them with soap and water. Fingers slipping and sliding, invading their shivering unwilling holes.
He made them wash pile after pile of dirty clothes, while he squeezed their bottoms, pinched their nipples and fondled them all over.

“I think this one is clean.”
Isabelle sighed holding up a white dress.

“Good now hang it on the clothing rack there.”
He pointed to it and gave her little butt a quick pat and pushed her towards it.
Please, can we stop!?"
Mathias cried out, his voice cracking with desperation.

“My fingers are all wrinkly.”
He whined holding up his hands, showing them to him.

But, Krampus only chuckled darkly, seemingly unmoved by their pleas for mercy.

“Not 'til we're done.”
Krampus disrobed until he was naked and shoved the robe in his wet hands.

Krampus watched them toil, admiring their little naked bodies as they worked. Their plump little round buttocks were exposed as they bent over to scrubb. Their little cherubic faces occasionally looked nervously over their shoulders as he watched them. Each time he stepped back into the washroom with a pot of warm water to fill the bathtub. What felt like hours went by until the last sock was scrubbed, washed and hung up to dry.

“Gooood, good good good, little children.”
He cooed, sliding his claws up along their bare backs and ruffling their little heads.

“Now, time to clean you dirty little sluts, erm… I mean children.”

He lifted first Mathias into the bathtub, then Isabelle. It had been some years since last they had been naked together in that very same thub. That time they may have glanced curiously at one another, but this time it felt a lot more awkward. Especially when Krampus stepped in and joined them.

“ C'mere!”

Krampus ordered, grabbing a brush and pulling Isabelle towards him. He started scrubbing her all over, while she whined and squirmed. He scrubbed hard while she wiggled and tried to turn away.

“Stand still you little brat!”

Krampus yelled, batting her across her butt with the brush, making her squeal out in pain.
Mathias couldn't help but chuckle, seeing her pouting, covered in soap.

“I'll get to you soon, you dirty little pervert.”

Krampus warned, pointing the brush at his little nob that poked out at all the commotion. He held Isabelle firm while he scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin became bright red while she sobbed and struggled.

Krampus smiled down at Mathias's stiff little pecker, between his fingers as he tried to hide it.

“Oh my, You like seeing your sister naked, don't you Matty?”

He grinned, sliding the brush down over Isabelle's puffy little cunny. Mathias was too embarrassed to reply. He watched as she struggled in his grasp, wanting to say something. Instead he watched as the bristles rubbed their way back and forth over her wet cunny. Isabelle squirmed and turned while he brushed back and forth over her slit. He held her wrists over her head with one hand. The brush kept going round over her wet folds, faster until she bit her teeth and finally let out a reluctant moan. Mathias watched with guilty eyes as she squirted into the bathwater.

“Dirty little girl”
Krampus, Whispered into her ear while licking her neck and cheek.

He coughed and spat, tasting the soap in his mouth. Holding her wrists together, he dipped the brush in the bath water and rubbed it against her girlhood while she wiggled and squirmed. Water dripped in large sheets from her groin as he washed between her legs.

“There we go, all nice and clean.” He grinned at her.

“And now for you.” He grabbed Mathias and held his arms up while he began scrubbing.

“My my what's got you so excited, little Matty?”
Krapus breathed into his ear while scrubbing the brush hard over his back and over his butt.

“Nn nothin’.” Mathias winced, trying to cover his little erection.

“Naughty, dirty little boy.”
Krampus grinned, grabbing him and scrubbing the brush hard against his skin. Mathias Squirmed in his arms as Krampus continued to scrub till his skin too was red and sore.
Mathias winced and gasped as the brush slid down over his belly and between his legs. Krampus grinned as he stroked it back and forth against the little boy's dangling balls. Mathias squirmed, as he felt his fingers slide down around his little nub.

“Noooo” Mathias gasped, trying to turn away from the creature's strong grasp.

Krampus grinned up at Isabelle who sat on the other side of the bathtub watching them.
“You like to watch little boys get their dicks jerked, don't you Belle?”
Krampus grinned, lifting Mathias's ’ little pecker up and stroking it. He squirmed and moaned, trying to wiggle his hips away from him.

“No.” Isabelle looked away frowning, blushing uncomfortably. “Let my brother go.”

“Why?” Krampus grinned back at her, while pumping Mathias's dick which had grown throbbing hard. He whined and squirmed as Krampus pumped his fingers up and down over his boyhood.

“You loved jerking that little boy and you loved jerking your brother, didn't you Belle?”
Krampus smirked.

Isabelle, looked down at his claw pumping up and down her brother's cock. She tried to deny the weird sensations bubbling up from her groin, lodging itself in the back of her mind.
The mix of lust and guilt welling up inside her.

“And you, Matty.” He slid a claw over his little butt and squirted soap onto his other claw.
“You liked touching that little boy too”.

Mathias, mind went back to what they both had done, he swallowed heavily.

“What did you do to that little boy Matty, hm? Krampus hummed into his ear while he groped his little buttock.

“I …” Mathias's voice caught in his throat and his eyes began to tear up.

“Let me remind you Matty,” Krampus whispered seductively in his ear as he lifted one of his buttocks.

Mathias clenched his teeth as he felt a slippery soapy finger rub against his little clenched butthole.

“No please!” He wheezed through clenched teeth as a finger pressed against his anus, pushing it inwards till eventually it parted it and began to slowly slide inside him.

“This is how it felt like for that boy.”
Krampus teased as he began sliding his soapy finger inn and out of his tight little ass.

“No, aaah! I'm sorry.”
Mathias squirmed while his wet finger wiggled inside him.

“No, he doesn't like it!”
Isabelle yelled, beating her little fists uselessly against Krampus's side.

“I bet that little boy didn't either, but that's ok,” Krampus giggled, pushing Isabelle back down in the bathtub.
“You might wanna brace yourself, kid.” Krampus leaned over whispering in his ear.

Something warm and stiff slapped against his buttocks.

“Hey what are you? Gaaaah!” He gasped feeling something poke against his tiny little hole.

Krampus held on to his hips, pulling hard as he pressed against him. Mathias screamed as the tip of Krampus's cock pressed and forced its way inside him.

“What are you doing to him?!” Isabelle yelled, steering at them with wide eyes. He continued pressing his big red cock slowly into his butthole, stretching it tight around his shaft.

“No please stop, it hurts!” Mathias whimpered and screamed before a claw clasped around his mouth.

Krampus held on tight as he pressed his cock deeper into the boy's clenching hole while he whimpered.

“It will hurt less if you just let me inside you.” Krampus huffed, pinching his buttock.

His eyes began to tear up as the vile creature pumped his cock in and out of his little butthole, making his butt jiggle.

“No, don't hurt my brother!”
Isabelle screamed, distressed seeing him squeal and whimper as he was rocked back and forth. She tried to push Krampus off, but she was too little and him so much larger than them.

“Don't you worry, I'm just making him feel good,” He leaned down to Mathias.
“Isn't that right Matty?”

“His pee pee is in my butt!”
Mathias gasped and moaned, not quite able to believe, nor comprehend what was happening.

“What are you doing to him?”
Isabelle watched in shock as she leaned forward to see closer as his cock slid in and out of her brother's butt.
His anus was pulled out, gripping tight onto his throbbing cock before he plunged it back in.

“Why I'm fucking him, my dear, and he loves it.” He kept humping into his butt. “Don't you, you dirty little boy?”

Mathias could only moan loudly in reply as he gripped onto the edge of the bathtub. His entire body wobbled back and forth as Krampus's thighs slammed against his chubby little buttocks. Isabelle gasped, she couldn't take her eyes off what she was seeing. More than that she couldn't help the hot tingly feeling from bubbling up and making her head warm and fuzzy too. She knew this was very naughty, it just wasn't right.

Despite that she couldn't stop her hand from sliding down between her legs and touching herself. Her mind was screaming at her to do something, say something, but she just couldn't help herself. Her arousal eventually won her internal struggle with her conscience. Her eyes grew large as she watched Krampus stand him up and reach down around his little nub, stroking it whilst he kept fucking him. He gasped and moaned, arching his back and leaning his head against Krampus's chest.

“Yes, fuck him.”
Isabelle whispered to herself, biting her lip nervously as she rubbed herself.

Krampus’s claw pumped up and down Mathias's throbbing little cock. It began to pulsate and bounce in his fist, spitting out a few drops of clear liquid into the bathwater. Krampus groaned, his cock twitching deep inside Mathias as he began pumping him full of thick creamy cum.

“You like to watch huh?”
He huffed at her, almost out of breath. Mathias's butt clamped down around his cock and milked the last drops out of him. Isabelle's face turned bright red in embarrassment. Her legs clamped around her hand, trying to stop the inevitable. She clenched both her teeth and her groin. She couldn't hold back her rhythmic contractions and squirted, making juices pour down her shaking legs.

“You really get off watching your own brother get fucked?”

Krampus raised an eyebrow, grunting as he yanked his cock out of Mathias's gaping asshole. It throbbed and began to shrink back down as cum poured out of him and leaked down his legs.
Mathias sobbed, twitching and moaning softly as he sank down into the soapy water.

Isabelle didn't know what to say and just looked away ashamedly.
Mathias flinched as Krampus began shampooing his hair while he hummed jingle bells.

“Ssssh relax boy, I'm done fucking you, for now.”
He whispered almost sweetly as he rinsed his hair with a bucket of water.

Mathias was still sobbing quietly, breathing heavily and steering at the wall. His anus ached. He was still trying to comprehend what had just happened.

After washing Mathias he washed Isabelle too, humming merrily to himself as if nothing had happened. Isabelle was too caught up with her guilt and embarrassment to resist, so she let him wash her. Krampus then dried and dressed them both in their sleep attire. All the while grinning and humming. His touch was gentle, almost caring as he led them up to their bedroom.

“There, all clean.”
He smiled as he tucked them both in and gave them both a kiss on the cheek which they flinched at.

“Good night children.” He whispered softly and closed the door behind him.

The next day their mother made them a hearty breakfast and praised them for being such good children and helping with the laundry. They all sat around the kitchen table eating. Their father remarked that although they had been very good children they shouldn’t stay up all night. He puffed on his pipe and continued to read the newspaper, pleased that the children had responded to his scolding the other day, or so he thought.

3. night: Sweet treats

There was a rustling sound at the entrance of their room.

“He’s coming.” Isabelle scooted down the ladder down to her brother and shook him awake.

They both sat curled up together against the corner of the bed. Isabelle looked up, her heart racing as she saw Krampus standing there in only his chains and an apron, his eyes glowing red and menacing.

She could see he was only wearing chains and an apron.
“Hello children, we're gonna have so much fun today.”

He smirked, Leaning down towards them.

“Come along now.” He grabbed their little hands and yanked them both out of bed.

As she walked behind him Isabelle couldn't help but notice Krampus's bare butt and wagging tail. He was naked except for a white frilly apron.
"Come now, children, undress," he commanded, his voice a dark growl.

"I don't want your clothes to get dirty." His smile at odds with his demonic appearance.

Isabelle and Mathias did as she was told, trembling as she stripped down to their underwear.

“Those too,” Krampus smirked, nodding down at their groins.

Knowing what punishment they would get if they didn't They both reluctantly slid down their underwear. Krampus threw them each a pair of aprons and pranced around them. He hummed merrily, fastening them both with the ribbons he tied into bows.

“Mister Krampus sir” Mathias whimpered looking up at him. “Are you gonna do icky stuff to us again?”

“Well that would depend if you're well behaved or not.”

Krampus smirked, sliding his claw over Mathias's buttocks and groping him. Mathias squealed, running behind his sister and holding his hands over his butt nervously, remembering what he had done the last time.
“Now, let's get started with some baking."
His voice was almost cheerful as he led them into the kitchen, where he had already mixed up a batch of dough. The smell of flour and sugar filled the air. Krampus put the dough on a flat surface, then turned to the children.

"Now, roll it out into little cakes,"
he instructed, handing them each a rolling pin.

No, not like that,"
he snapped, grabbing Isabelle's hand and forcing it to move the dough around.
“Like this, you need to squeeze and roll them just like this.”

He groped and rolled her little flat breasts around in his palms. her as he showed her how to roll the dough. She shivered, trying to concentrate on rolling the dough into round little cakes instead of his claw rolling her little breasts, if they even could be called breasts.

"Now, put some fillings in the middle."

He murmured, groping Isabelle's butt, then, handing them some chocolate shavings he had chopped up. His voice was still stern but with an underlying tone of menace. The children were terrified but complied, their trembling hands adding chocolate chips to the dough.

As they worked, Krampus moved closer to each child, his hands wandering over their bodies under the guise of "helping".

As Mathias was working, he absentmindedly took a bite of the dough and let some drip down his chest.
"No eating 'til we're done,"
Krampus snapped, playfully swatting Mathias' hand. Mathias gasped as Krampus leaned down to him, squeezing his eyes shut thinking he was about to bite him. Instead he giggled and laughed as Krampus licked the dough of his chest, teasing his little nipple.

“Mmmh, yes, that's quite sweet.”
Krampus, licked his lips.

SPLAT!

Isabelle gasped, as Mathias playfully threw a glob of dough at her cheek.
“Mathias!”
She yelled at him, as he giggled back at her.

She picked up a fistful of dough and threw it back at him.
SPLAT!

It hit him square in the face.

“Children!” Krampus shouted angrily, “Behave!”

They both gasped seeing his eyes flash angrily. His expression softened a bit as he sighed, then leaned over to lick the dough off Mathias's cheek and chest as he giggled.

“He started it.”
Isabelle pouted and pointed at her brother, squirming when Krampus used his long tongue to lick the dough off her cheek and neck.

“Oh you little brats like playing with your food, ey?”

Krampus smirked, Lifting Isabelle's apron up and pouring hot chocolate over her belly.

“Hey, wadda ya doing?!”
She squirmed as she watched it pour down over her belly, groin and down her thighs.

Krampus giggled as he knelt down and began licking the chocolate off her trembling thighs as she gasped.

“Hey, quit it.”
Isabelle squealed, nervously as he licked the chocolate off her inner thigh.

“You want a taste?”
Krampus smirked, scraping some chocolate off Isabelle's thigh and plunging his finger into Mathias's mouth. Mathias was startled at first, but hummed in delight tasting the delicious chocolate. Krampus pulled him closer as he chuckled and licked more off Isabelle's thigh.

“Come on, help me lick it off her.”
Mathias hesitated, then leaned down and began licking her other thigh.

“Hey?!”
Isabelle squirmed as Mathias giggled, lapping up the chocolate along her thigh, not realizing how sexual the act was. She watched nervously and bit her lip as Krampus began licking away the chocolate hiding her puffy little cunny. Mathias swallowed nervously as he pushed him closer to her chocolate-drenched groin.

“Come on, I know you want a taste.”

Krampus teased licking one side of her chocolate laden fold as he smirked back at Mathias.
Isabelle squirmed and moaned, trying to stay calm.

“But it's dirty.” Mathias whined and protested.

“Well, then we better help her clean up then.” Krampus giggled.

Slowly, Mathias leaned forward and licked the other side of her puffy cunny, slowly giving in. Isabelle squirmed as Krampus held her little cunny open and licked up and down between her folds. Mathias nervously leaned in and licked along the other side of her folds, lapping up the sweet chocolate. Isabelle, huffed, nibbling on her knuckle, trying her best to stifle her moans as the fun game took a more naughty turn.

Krampus and Mathias both lapped frantically at her wet little folds. She squirmed and spread her legs more, unable to do anything but give in to the overwhelming sensation. Their tongues licked up and down her slit, 'til Mathias sucked the chocolate off her throbbing clit. She squirmed, letting out the long held moan she tried to hold back. Her whole pelvis shaking and her cunny convulsing unable to hold back an explosive orgasm that sent shockwaves throughout her entire body.

“Oh my god siss are you ok?”
Mathias gasped, realizing what Krampus had tricked him into doing.

“Ah, Yeah.”
was all Isabelle was able to moan back, still twitching from her strong orgasm.

“Oooh, I think she liked that a lot.”
Krampus, giggled, licking her juices off his lips and smirking down at Mathias.

Isabelle gasped, her eyes wide with shock as Krampus pulled her down onto his lap, his cock already hard against her girlhood. Mathias watched in horror, his heart pounding in his chest.

“No, please.”
Isabelle gasped, feeling his hard pulsating cock press against her all too little opening. Mathias stood paralyzed in shock although there was a wholly conflicting sensation throbbing up from his hard little knob.

“No, don't hurt her!
Mathias yelled, pulling Krampus's, arm but he was easily pushed aside. He watched as Krampus slowly pressed his cock against Isabelle's slit and the head slowly popped in. Isabelle's eyes and lips flinched open, gasping as Krampus's member slid against her soft innards deeper inside her.

“I'll be gentle with her” He smirked “More gentle than you were when you fucked her.”

Mathias, blushed, clenching his teeth as he felt an icy ball of guilt gulp up from his stomach and lodge itself in his throat. Isabelle git her teeth, groaning as she looked down at his member stretching her cunny out.

“No please,” she grunted, blinking away tears as her eyes began to water.

He held his claws around her hips pulling her onto him, slowly stretching her out.

“Sssh, just relax, don't clench.”

Krampus cooed softly as he petted her back and held his cock in her, giving her time to adjust. Isabelle squirmed and twitched, her eyes and teeth clenched tight as she whimpered.
Mathias could only watch as his sister's sweet moans filled the room, a mixture of pain and pleasure blurring together. To his shame, he felt himself grow hard while he watched.
Slowly Krampus began to slide in and out her as her cunny gradually released her hard grip on his cock.

Mathias's heart was racing, his breathing ragged as he watched his sister being violated before his very eyes. He had never felt so helpless, so scared, so aroused. He could feel his own cock straining against the apron. She threw her head back, half moaning, half screaming as his cock slid back and forth in her wet cunny.

Mathias's mind flashed back to the previous night when he had taken advantage of Isabelle, his lust clouding his judgment. He couldn't help but recall how good it felt to be inside her, the tightness of her virginity giving way under his relentless thrusts.

“No, stop it," Mathias whispered to himself, trying to push away the thoughts that were clouding his mind. But, it was too late. He found himself growing harder, his jealousy and guilt mixing with his arousal until he could no longer ignore it.

“Oh you wanna fuck her too huh?”
Krampus smirked at him, seeing the little pop tent that poked out on the apron.

Isabelle was lost in the sensation, moaning loudly as she held onto Krampus's shoulders. His thick cock, slurping in and out of her wet slit.

Mathias nodded ashamedly.

“Come here.” Krampus motioned with his finger.

As Mathias stepped closer. Krampus pulled off his apron revealing his rock hard boyhood and began stroking it gently. He moaned, welcoming the relief, lost in his lust.

“Hand me that stick of butter,” Krampus smirked.

Mathias grabbed it and handed it to him, not really understanding what he wanted with it.

Krampus, chuckled, smearing it against Isabelle's butthole. She gasped. With a gleeful grin he tilted Isabelle back and held her buttocks.

“There's room for more.”
Krampus smirked, holding Isabelle's buttocks apart, showing him her little pink star.

“I'm sorry siss.”
Mathias swallowed hard, grabbing his cock and pressing it against her little butthole as it twitched.

“Mathias?!” Isabelle moaned, her body quivering as he slid into her pink little star.

“Mathias, what are you doing?!”

Mathias trembling fingers reached out to hold her, feeling her little warm body grind against his once again. His lips quivered as he started thrusting into her ass, sliding in as Krampus slid out of her pussy.
Isabelle moaned, drool dripping down the side of her mouth, her mind going all gooey from the overstimulation.

“That's it, fuck her.”
Krampus groaned, while thrusting into her.

“I should stop”
Mathias, huffed, starting to pull away.

“It's ok, Mathias.” Isabelle moaned.

To his shock she felt her pressing against him, sliding down on his cock. Needing no further encouragement, Mathias thrust his cock up her tight little hole. Isabelle moaned and squealed as Krampus and her brother slid in and out of her. She groaned, grinding against them. Her breath came in short heavy gasps. Mathias moaned as he slid in and out of her sisters ass, feeling so warm and tight around his throbbing cock. Krampus likewise pumped his larger cock in and out of her wet velvety cunny.

They all groaned and made lewd noises as their bodies slid against each other. Isabelle’s eyes rolled back as she felt herself cramp up. Her butthole and cunny gripping tight onto their cocks as they slid in and out of her from either side. Her pelvis shook as her cunny convulsed violently around Krampus’s cock. He groaned as she milked his cock of its warm gooey semen. Mathias feeling her clamp down around his cock squirted what little he could into her rear. His cock throbbing and pulsating inside her as he moaned. Krampus pulled out of her, cum spilling onto the floor. He sank down against the cupboards, exhausted.

“Such haaah such naughty haaah children.”
He panted heavily, sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to catch his breath.

“Siss?”
Mathias reached out, Isabelle lay on the floor with her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her groin was smeared in chocolate and cum, eyes closed and head tilted back.

“Siss are you ok?”
He gasped horrified at what they had done to her.
She grinned back at him, still in a daze and nodded. Her eyes still unable to focus properly.

“We made a little mess didn’t we Matty?”
Krampus chuckled, grabbing a washcloth and began washing away the stains.

By the end of the night they had baked dozens of different Christmas cookies and cakes. Mathias helped put icing on the cakes and cookies. Isabelle being both embarrassed and tired sat by the kitchen table and was put in charge of putting all the cookies in tin boxes.

She sat quietly working, steering down at the box. Her expression was somber and perplexed. Shivering nervously after what they had just done to her.

Mathias shot her a few nervous glances as he painted the cookies with glaze. All the while Krampus hummed and slid more cookies out from the oven tray as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

With all the cakes and cookies put away, Krampus ushered them back upstairs. He helped them back into their sleep attire while they both shivered nervously.

“Now I hope you’ll both be good little children.”
He said, smiling down at them as he tucked them both into their beds.

They both nodded nervously, eyes twitching. Krampus smiled back his fanged teeth showing.

“Merry Christmas children.“
He leaned in and kissed their cheeks.

“See you next Christmas, good night.”
With that he slowly snuck out of the room and gently closed the door behind him.

They both lay still, steering at the ceiling, trying to come to terms with all that had happened. Guilt mixed with forbidden desire. What they had done to that little boy. To each other. What Krampus had done to them.
Soon they both fell asleep and the snow outside started falling again.

Isabelle and Mathias slowly opened their eyes, the sun streaming through their window. They had slept late into the morning, their bodies still exhausted from the events of the previous night.

As the twins, Isabelle and Mathias, found themselves alone in their room as they got dressed they couldn't help but recall the chilling encounter with Krampus. Their hearts racing, they noticed a small, unassuming gift box with a bowtie hidden behind the door.

They carefully opened the box, they found a fabric condom with strings attached and a chilling note tucked inside: 'Try not to get knocked up. Merry Christmas from Krampus', Along with instructions. Isabelle and Mathias froze, realizing that this was a warning from Krampus, a reminder of the consequences of their actions.

“We can try that later.”
Isabelle kissed Mathias's cheek and he blushed.
Merry Christmas!"
Their parents cheerfully greeted them as they entered the living room, their faces lit up with joy and anticipation. The twins forced themselves to smile back, trying to pretend that everything was normal.

“Did you make all this?!”
Their mother gasped, seeing all the cakes and cookies they had baked the previous night. She hugged them both tight.

“Oh you are good little children after all.”

“I suppose you've learned the true meaning of Christmas.”

Their father smiled down at them puffing happily on his pipe.
The morning passed in a blur of holiday cheer and forced jollity as they opened presents and shared breakfast with their parents. The twins did their best to ignore the memories of the previous nights, but they were never far from the surface.

So take care children and heed my advice.
Next year be sure to be nice.
Remember this tale throughout the year.
Don't be naughty or Krampus will fuck you in the rear.

Merry Christmas.