A Christmas Gobbling - Sex Stories

A Christmas Gobbling

Since entering her teenage years Fanchesca had steadily become whats best described as an arrogant, self centred bitch. Obssessed with social media, her life was punctuated by pouting, self absorbed selfies, with no time for anyone except her own little clique of equally obnoxious freinds. She considered her family an annoyance, especially her little brother Max. When her parents had gathered them for a big christmas reveal it was not surprising that it was met with familiar distain.

They were going on a family holiday to Lapland so Max could meet Santa before he got too old to enjoy the experience and so the family could have one last holiday together before Fran went to college. This was Frans idea of hell, she knew she would be sharing a room with Max and end up babysitting while her parents went off and explored.

For weeks before they left she had dubbed the trip 'the nightmare before christmas' which seemed to gain sympathy from her friends. In fact the whole journey out there was cataloged in a series of selfies which drew replies like 'OMG' 'Bae' and 'Reebo' reaching a crushendo of accronyms when she sent a photo with her usual fish face standing in a room with twin beds, she was not happy.

A few days passed and as expected Fran thought she'd been sitting her brother far too much, in reality they had done many family orientated things but she was just so self absorbed to notice. Today however would be the worst in Frans eyes, she had to take Max to see Father ...

... Christmas.

They waited in line for what seemed like hours in the snow, her face perminantly glued to her screen while max was getting frustrated as he had no one to share his excitement with. Finally it was their turn and they entered the grotto.

As they walked along the corridor even Fran raised an eyebrow and admitted under her breath that they had done a pretty good job on this one. The grotto walls seemed to sparkle and shimmer as they reflected the burning tourches which dimmly lit their path. The corridor opened up into a cave like room and there sat in front of them was the big guy himself, dressed in his customary red suit. Max raced over to santa and took up the traditional position on his knee, Franchesca carried on texting obliviously until it was apparrent there was no mobile signal in the grotto. With a heavy sigh and a few mumbled curse words she shoved the phone in her pocket and stared at the pair in front of her, who by now had struck up quite the conversation.

After 5 minutes or so Fran interrupted "Come on Max its time to go."

"No,no,no" replied Santa "Max has so many questions, he can stay a while longer."

This was not the reply Fran wanted, she sighed again, her frustration evident, kicking the dirt for a few minutes. "Max we need to go" this time she was blatenly ignored by them both "Max, now!"

"But where do you need to go in such a hurry young lady?" asked santa

"We just need to go" replied Fran, now in the process of dragging Max ...