Unable to fault this logic and guessing that her parents might have a fun surprise planned, Samantha accepted her stocking with a happy smile. Since the sofa was now made up into a bed for Rob, everyone went and sat at the kitchen table where Josh served up hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows.

“Okay girls, you head up to bed and we’ll be up to tuck you in shortly.” Laura smiled once the bedtime drinks were finished and the three pyjama-clad girls happily scampered off up the stairs clutching their stockings. “Rob, will you be okay down here?” she asked. “You know where our room is, don’t be afraid to disturb us if you need anything. I know the first night somewhere different can be strange, especially if you’re on your own.”

“Thank you.” the young boy smiled, fishing a half-melted marshmallow from the inside of his otherwise empty mug with his finger and popping it into his mouth. “Would you mind leaving the Christmas tree lights on?” he asked a little timidly. “Just so it doesn’t get completely dark?”

“Of course we can do that.” Laura smiled, standing up and kissing him on the forehead. They watched as he got into bed and checked once again that he had everything he needed then Josh and Laura headed upstairs. In Samantha’s bedroom, rather than topping and tailing as Laura had imagined they might, like she and her childhood friends had done on sleepovers, they found all three girls squeezed in beside each other under the duvet with its fresh cover that Laura had changed that morning, along with the rest of the bedding. They checked that the stockings were out, seeing them side by side on the top of a chest of drawers with Samantha’s in the middle, then both kissed all three girls goodnight and went to their own room where they changed into their own festive pyjamas and got into bed.

“They seemed please.” Josh observed, the relief obvious in his voice. “I was so worried we may have misread the situation or something.”

“Me too!” Laura confided. “And I’m so happy they’re happy, and Sammie is too! That was my other worry.”

“I know.” Josh leaned over to kiss his wife. “But our little girl has a big heart. I didn’t think that was ever going to be an issue. What are you doing?” he asked as he saw her setting an alarm on her phone for 5am.

“Santa has to make his rounds while they’re asleep!” she reminded him with a grin, pointing to the the four plastic carrier bags by the side of the bed, discretely labelled with the four children’s names so she’d know which was which in the semi-darkness. “And I’ll be damned if I’m going to wait up for them to go to sleep!”

“Good thinking!” Josh chuckled, kissing her again. “Goodnight!”

After a reasonable amount of sleep, Laura was awoken by the gentle but insistent buzzing of the alarm on her phone. After sitting up and switching it off, she leaned over to kiss Josh and gently shake him awake.

“Morning already?” he asked a little blearily.

“No, just Santa about to make the rounds!” she grinned, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, standing up and stretching.

“You need my help?” Josh asked, puzzled and mildly annoyed at having been woken up so early.

“No, silly!” She leaned down and kissed him again. “You need to wait here to give Sammie her present!”

“Her… Ooh, I see!” Josh chuckled, suddenly realising what his wife had in mind. “Okay, I’ll forgive you for waking me up for that!”

“Glad to hear it!” she teased, sticking out her tongue playfully. “Want a Red Bull or something?”

“Probably a good idea!” Josh chuckled. Quickly, trying to make as little noise as possible, Laura made her way downstairs, happy to hear Rob’s light snoring, confirming that he was still sound asleep as she crept into the kitchen, fetched a chilled can from the fridge and took it back upstairs to her husband. She then tiptoed across the landing to Samantha’s room, leaving the four bags just outside, and opened the door just a crack, wanting to check that nobody was awake. To her amusement, she saw that the girls had somewhat changed formation since she had tucked them in, with Amanda laying on her back across the bed, the bottom corner of the duvet pulled over her, wearing just the trousers of her pyjamas but not the top, her cute little tits rising and falling with her rhythmic breathing, a pair of feet that, by process of elimination, had to be belong to Amelia sticking out from under the duvet next to Samantha’s head and Samantha herself peacefully sleeping on her side, having discarded her pyjamas all together if the pile on the floor next to the bed was anything to go by.

Smiling indulgently, Laura gently shook her daughter’s shoulder, putting her finger to her lips to tell her to keep quiet when she opened her eyes, the same look of mildly-annoyed confusion on her face that her dad had worn when first woken up. Still without saying a word, Laura gestured for Samantha to get up and follow her then led her, still half asleep, across the landing and into her own room where Josh was sat up in bed waiting for her.

“You’re going to spend the rest of the night with your Daddy.” Laura smiled, ushering her forward as Josh lifted the side of the duvet for her to get in. “Have fun. See you in a couple of hours!” With nothing more to say, she gently closed the door and went back to her daughter’s room where she retrieved the three stockings and took them out onto the landing where, by the light on her phone, she filled them from the relevant carrier bags just as she had done for Samantha every year since she was born and intended to keep doing for her new children for as long as they would humour her to do so. Chuckling to herself as she slipped the rolled parchment scroll, tied with red ribbon, into the top of Samantha’s stocking so that it would stick out a little bit, she hoped her daughter would enjoy the fun gift they had come up with for her!

Very carefully, she took the three stockings back into the room and laid them down as near as possible exactly where she had collected them from then took the final bag downstairs. Rob’s stocking was laid over the arm of the sofa and she took it into the kitchen to fill. Her duties completed, she put on a coat and her winter boots and went out into the garden to enjoy the stars in the clear, Christmas Morning sky.

“Just think, Daddy!” Samantha exclaimed dreamily as she snuggled against him. “In just a few hours I’m finally going in the oven! Do you think I’ll be a tasty turkey?”

“I know you’ll be the most delicious turkey ever!” he assured her, kissing her lovingly on the top of her head. “This is your time now,” he smiled, “so whatever you want to do, if you want to go back to sleep or you want to talk about the party or anything else that’s on your mind or if…”

“Silly Daddy!” she cut him off, sitting up and grinning, swinging her leg across to straddle him and putting her hands on his shoulders. “I want to fuck, of course! My last fuck ever!” She made this observation with excitement rather than sadness. Anticipating this choice of pastime, Josh had taken his pyjamas off and was already standing to attention, ready for duty. Biting her lip as she always did when excited, the eager young turkey lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his thick, hard manhood. “Haven’t you heard the expression, Daddy?” she teased as she began to ride him. “As horny as a pre-teen meat-girl on harvest day?” Josh chuckled and caressed her thighs, imagining them roasted as they would be so soon. In a matter of hours, just like the father in last night’s film, he would be carving his roasted daughter and serving out her meat.

He tried to rock his hips in time with Samantha as she bounced energetically on top of him.

“Cum inside me Daddy!” she urged. “Fill me up with your cream!” Josh could feel the tension building inside him. Somehow, the knowledge that his sweet little girl was in her last few hours of life and that he would soon be participating in gutting, stuffing and preparing her for the oven made this session the most exciting yet, even more so than their first! It was not long before Samantha began to cry out, practically sobbing in ecstasy, and Josh shot his hot, thick load inside her. The next two hours were spent with a mixture of cuddling, gentle love-making and increasing excited conversation about the party, especially speculation about how people would react when Samantha was taken out of the oven and served up for them! Although he was drained to the point that he did not think he would be able to ejaculate again for a week, the excitement of the occasion was enough to keep Josh hard enough for Samantha to ride him like her own personal fuck-toy one last time as the rising sun began to peek between the curtains and they knew the others would soon be getting up.

After a few more kisses and gentle caresses, Josh slipped out of the bed and put his pyjama bottoms back on, wanting to be decent for the guests, and gave Samantha his top to wear like an over-sized shirt. Their timing was spot on because only a minute or so later, they heard scurrying feet heading to the bathroom, a flush, then Amelia’s head appeared around the door.

“Can we come in yet?” she asked, grinning, “We’re all awake!”

“Of course!” Josh smiled, “Grab the others and bring your stockings. Can one of you bring Sam’s too?”

“Sure!” Amelia grinned, scampering back to the bedroom.

“I’d better go find your mum and make sure Rob is awake!” Josh observed, taking his robe off the back of the bedroom door and heading downstairs in search of the others.


To be continued...