Page 172 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
Finally!
“Hard to do that when you’re just standing there, staring at us. Perhaps you could turn around for a moment, and we can gather ourselves?”
Dad grumbles and turns around with my mom.
I whip the blanket off Betty and then stand, pulling her up with me. I don’t have time to apologize before I press her back to my chest and then wrap the blanket around the both of us like a burrito. Covered—hopefully—I say, “We’re, uh, we’re going to make our way upstairs now.”
“Are you decent?” Dad asks.
“We’re covered,” I say. “You can turn around.”
They both turn around together as they take in Betty for the first time. Not just a floating hand and voice now.
Her hair is slightly tousled from the blanket, and her heated body is pressed against mine in all the wrong ways, her ass cheeks gliding against my cock, keeping me harder than I want to be with my parents only fifteen feet away.
“Well, hello.” Dad waves. “Welcome to our home.”
“Yes, welcome to our home,” Mom says with a curt nod as we all awkwardly stand here.
“Thank you for having me,” Betty says, keeping a cheeriness in her voice. She deserves a fucking award after this. “It’s such a beautiful home. Very cozy and inviting.”
“I’m glad you enjoy it,” Mom says, looking like she’s wishing she was still back at the Christmas markets.
I clear my throat, wanting to get a move on with this. “Well, we’re just going to head on upstairs if you’ll excuse us.” We take a few steps forward, only for something to drop to the floor.
What the hell was?—
Wait . . .
Nooooooo.
In an instant, I feel my entire face go red.
My expression grows stark.
My muscles twitch with regret.
Holy.
Shit.
I forgot to take off the fucking garland.
It’s still attached to my goddamn dick.
“What’s that?” Dad asks, pointing to the floor, between my legs. “It’s moving.”
“Moving?” Mom shrieks, clutching Dad like it’s some sort of Christmas snake about to bite her.
Growing sweaty, I say, “That’s, uh, that’s a popcorn garland.”
“Oh.” Dad nods in relief. “It’s just popcorn garland, Ida. Must have fallen when he got up.”
“Oh.” Mom chuckles. “I would have been horrified if it was some sort of mouse. Don’t want our guest thinking our house is infested with mice.”
“I would never,” Betty says. “You have such a beautiful house. Very well kept. I would never consider that mice took residence here.”
Mom smiles sweetly while Dad nods toward the second floor. “Well, go on, get upstairs. Put some clothes on.”
