There IS most definitely incest in this chapter - hot, steamy, feral incest - driven by years of denial.

You have been warned.

Enjoy

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~~~ Christmas Eve ~~~

My grandson, Max, was two years old. He and the rest of the littles were in their beds - scattered throughout the Moore House. They had visions of sugarplums - and a fat man with a giant bag of toys bursting at its seams - dancing in their heads.

I (and one or two elves) had already assembled every single item that needed to be put together before Christmas morning. All of the batteries had been purchased and every gift that...