Uncle Santa's Little Helpers

This is my Christmas contest submission. I hope everyone has as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

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I was sitting in my sorority house room my bag packed, counting down the hours until I would take an Uber to the airport for Christmas vacation. My roommates and I had decorated the room with Christmas decorations, we had Christmas lights strung across the ceiling. Everyone in the sorority had decorated the entire sorority house in Christmas decorations including a tree. It was bitter cold here in New Hampshire, unlike back home in Texas.

I couldn't wait to get back home and see my family! I had been here at college for two years. I hadn't been able to go back home for a break since I had started college. It seemed like some school responsibilities always came up. I had taken summer classes. I had worked intensely through breaks to make the honors roll. I had left home a skinny flat chested girl. Everyone had nicknamed me string bean. Back then I looked like a skinny boy with long blonde hair and no curves to speak of. It's as if my delayed puberty came all at once, I blossomed here at college. Where I had a flat chest, and no behind or hips when I left home, my boobs had steadily grown to a 36C cup while I was here at New Hampshire college. My hips had flared, and my ass had also blossomed. It isn't fat, just round and thick. There must be something in the New Hampshire water, or the fact that I was surrounded by so much estrogen here in the sorority house!

I should probably describe myself. My name is Jennifer. I'm 5'2 and about 120 pounds. I have blonde hair that I usually keep in a ponytail. My belly is flat, even though I've gained so much weight, but that's all in my boobs and ass. I have a button nose and a freckle line across my nose and on my cheekbones just under my eyes. My sorority sisters tease me, telling me I have blowjob lips. I admit they are pouty, but since I had been so driven in my scholastic work, I had no time for boys. I was still a virgin. I hadn't even seen a penis, much less put one in my mouth!

It wasn't like the guys didn't try, but it was always when I was busy, like at the library. They always seemed so clumsy in their approach.

I was wearing a pair of floral print cotton pantie briefs and my favorite red and flannel men's shirt. I had picked it up from a thrift store. It was a large men's shirt and fit me perfectly as a nightgown. Because of the curves of my hips, and my thick fleshy bottom, it draped just under my butt like a mini skirt. The top buttons had long since disappeared. I didn't bother buttoning it up. It was my comfy, and it was just us girls in the sorority house, right? We had all seen each other naked in the shower.

When I had first joined the sorority as a pledge, I had been intimidated by the shower room. There were no stalls. It had a gray diamond non-slip tiled floor. There was a stainless-steel shower pole in the middle of the room. The opposite wall had those square opaque glass panels. I often had naughty mischievous thoughts of the maintenance crews that could see the nude silhouettes from outside as we showered.

As a pledge, I had been subjected to the ritual of bathing the sorority sisters in the shower. It was the rush week. We would have to wash the sorority sisters with washcloths and loofas. Down their backs and hard to reach places.

I remember my first time bathing Michelle. She was an amazon, 6'0 tall with long straight black hair. She was on every sports team. Her legs were tone, and slender. Her hips were slim from playing on both the volleyball and track teams. Her vagina was hidden by her straight dark pubes. Her tummy was flat with a subtle six-pack. She had an A cup. Her ass was tight and compact. She had a dark complexion. She was extremely exotic.

She looked at me and said, "Pledge, get over here and wash my back with this loofa," extending her long arm to me with the loofa at eye level in her hand. I took the loofa and Michelle braced herself against the windowed shower wall. Her breasts pressed against the opaque glass. Her back arched, and her ass inclined in the air. With her ass at the upward incline and her back arched, I could just see the back of her vulva between her ass cheeks. I could hear the sound of a grass mower outside. A thrill ran through me, I could feel a tingling at my clit, gazing at Michelle's ass, and the puffy lips of her vulva. I imagined the display she was presenting to whoever was on that mower outside must have been just as erotic as the one she was presenting me!

"What are you waiting for pledge, get over here and wash my back," Michelle commanded, snapping me out of my semi aroused daydream state. Because Michelle was so much taller than me, and her arched position I was going to have a hard time reaching her shoulders. I approached her and wrapped my arm around her abdomen.

My hand just below her belly button. My fingers at the top of her pubes.

Pressing my Pubis Mons against the cleft of her ass. I began scrubbing her shoulder with the loofa. My hand on her abdomen giving me balance. My hand slipped accidentally down her pubic mound as I slid the loofa down her spine to the small of her back. My fingers had brushed the lips of her vagina. "Make sure to scrub my ass clean, I like a deep clean," Michelle instructed.

I was about to remove my hand from Michelle's vagina when She cupped my hand in hers. Forcing my middle finger between her vagina lips. "Make sure to get my butt hole, I don't want any fudge flakes down there," She directed. I attempted to run the loofa up her ass cheeks to the inside of her ass to her anus in my awkward position. My fingers between her vaginal lips. My flat chest pressed against her back. "No, you goof, not with the loofa, that will scratch my rosebud. Use your finger."

I dropped the loofa to the shower room floor. She ground her ass against my pubic mound. I was getting hot and wet, and it wasn't from the shower! I slid my finger from the top of her ass cleft, down her crack, searching for her anus. My other hand still on her pubic mons. My finger sliding between her lips. "I'm not gay, I'm just performing a pledge task that was required of all the pledges," I thought to myself.

My finger found her anus, and I made a circular motion around its crinkled edges. She moaned as the finger of my other hand slipped, and the first digit of my finger had dipped into her.

I could feel her soft wet folds on my middle finger. I was about to remove my hand embarrassed by this accidental intimate act. She gripped my hand, keeping it firmly in place. "You're supposed to be cleaning my rosebud pledge. Keep going," she said in almost a whisper. I circled her anus with my finger carefully massaging the tender crinkles of her rosebud. My finger slipped inside her hot ring. Now here I was with the first digit of one hand between her vaginal lips, in her love canal; and the first digit of my other hand in the ring of her rosebud! She ground her hips in a circular motion. The tips of both my fingers slipping halfway into both her vaginal canal and her anus ring!

"I'm not gay," I whispered to remind myself, but I was overcome with this sensual moment. I could hear the other girls cheering us on. My clit was throbbing, my own pussy lips were wet and on fire!

I curled both my fingers inside Michelle. I pulled them from both her pussy and her anus. She let out a gasp and turned to face me. Her body was so amazing. Her small A cup breasts with her tiny nipples were fully erect. Her flat stomach heaving, down to her Venus Mons, covered in long black pubic hair. Her vaginal lips were wet and glistening with her juices. I couldn't believe I had just had my fingers in there!

"Clean my titties pledge," Michelle told me. I squatted to retrieve the loofa from the floor. My face at eye level with her pussy where my finger had so recently been. I inhaled deeply

I could smell her musky girl scent. I could see her vaginal lips open and glistening.

The rest of the girls let out a cheer. "Taste it pledge!" Michelle looked down at me smiling and said, "No you goof, that loofa will scratch my titties raw!" She grabbed me by the hair on the top of my head and pulled me to a standing position. My face inches from hers.

"I want you to use your mouth to clean my titties," Michelle whispered to me. I bent my knees until my face was parallel to Michelle's chest. My lips were inches from her erect nipple. It was a perfect nickel-sized cone. "I can't believe I'm doing this, fuck it, I just fingered her, this is just a pledge haze," I thought to myself. I gripped her with both hands on either cheek of her ass to steady myself. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and cupped my lips to her breast. With her nipple in my mouth, I gently gripped it in my teeth, grazing it from side to side, sliding it between my teeth. Michelle gasped arching her back as she wrapped my head in her arms. I dug my fingers into the crack of her ass. I opened my mouth sliding my tongue across her chest to her other nipple. I slid my lips across her chest to her other nipple kissing it. I pulled her ass cheeks apart as I engulfed her entire breast into my mouth.

The other girls were chanting, "Go pledge go! Rush, Rush, Rush!" I was so turned on; I was sopping wet. My clit was pulsing. My pussy lips were burning with desire! I could feel the heat all the way up my love canal. I so wanted to put my fingers down there for some relief, for anyone to put their fingers in me!

"I'm not gay, this is just pledge 'hazing," I reminded myself.

Michelle pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. I was now on my knees face level with her black pubic hair covered mound. Her lips were open, covered in her girl juices. "Clean my pussy with your lips, just like you did with my titties pledge," Michelle commanded. The rest of the girls let out deafening squeals, and chants of, "Lick your sister's pussy clean pledge, rush, rush!"

I was oblivious to everything around me. My own nipples were tingling, my entire vulva was pulsing. My own clit was sending electric volts throughout my body!

I cupped the bottom of Michelle's ass with my palm. Michelle now had her back braced against the glass-windowed wall. She arched her back. Her hips moving forward in the direction of my face, exposing her open vagina to me. I had never had sex with anyone, and here I was performing in front of everyone! "I'm not gay," I said aloud as I opened my mouth flattening my tongue at the bottom of Michelle's vagina lips. I slid my tongue up her lips to her clit which was engorged, and erect. My mouth was covered in her slick woman juices. There was pubic hair on my tongue and in my mouth. I was overcome with the taste of her!

The girls in the room had gone dead silent. "OK, this may be a little gay," I said as I backed off her pussy, pulling the pubic hair from my mouth. "Nonsense, you're merely helping a sorority sister out," Michelle replied her hand on the top of my head as she guided me back to her mound. My nose was buried in her pubic hair. My entire face was covered in her girl syrup. I slid my index and middle fingers past her lips and into her up to the knuckle. I took her clitoris in my lips and sucked on it while butterflying my fingers inside of Michelle. I retracted my fingers until just the tips were inside her. I then started a steady sawing motion rhythm of finger fucking her. I was intent on sucking her clitoris as I finger fucked her. Her legs began to tremble. I pulled my fingers from her and put them fully in my mouth, they were covered in her cum. I loved the taste! Michelle slid down the wall until we were face to face. "OK, that may have been a little gay," she said as she leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue was probing my lips. I opened my mouth, and her tongue explored every corner of my mouth and tongue; sharing and tasting her own cum with me. Being a virgin, this was the most tender erotic experience I had ever experienced!

I looked around the room, some girls were cheering at us, other girls were kissing and starting their own show! "You've been promoted, you're no longer a pledge. You're my charge as a new sister. We can't keep calling you 'pledge now that you're a full-fledged sister what's your name?" Michelle asked.

"Jennifer," I replied.

"Girls, get Jennifer's things and move her into my room!"

That was two years ago when I was a pledge. Now I was a full-fledged sister, and Michelle had taken me as her little sister. I loved Michelle as a big sister, a mentor in the sorority. Of course, we had become much closer than simply sorority sisters. We were best friends and took care of each other's needs. I was grateful to have someone to cuddle with.

I was interrupted from my daydreams when Michelle came through the door, returning from volleyball practice. She threw off her overcoat. She was wearing her winter team uniform underneath. Long yellow pants, and a matching long-sleeved shirt. Michelle took off her shirt and pants standing before me in her sports bra and tomboy sports panties.

I could tell immediately something was wrong with her. "Michelle, what's wrong?" I asked. Michelle turned back to her coat and fished something out of her overcoat pocket then came and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

"Jen, this is my senior year, which means it's also my last year with you. This will be the first time we've been apart in two years. Please don't go home and lay the first boy you see; get pregnant, and I'll never see you again," palming a square foil in my hand. She began openly weeping, her face in her hands. This was so foreign to me. Michelle was always a strong and dominant partner in our relationship. I grabbed her by the shoulders pulling her to me and hugging her close to my bosom. I stroked her jet-black hair as she was sobbing into my shoulder. She wept for at least a solid minute into my shoulder.

"Oh silly, you're so crazy, I'll only be gone two weeks, and then I'll be right back here in your arms," I said as I looked at the foil she had palmed into my hand.

"Really a pack of condoms?" I said looking quizzically at Michelle. Michelle had regained her composure wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Oh Jen, I meant it! I know you've always wanted to try some cock. I know you're going home, and one of those damn cowboys will get to ride you. But please make them wear one of those condoms I gave you. Come back to me!" We both had a good laugh.

We lay down in my bed together and kissed. I was stroking her hair and kissing. This was my favorite time with Michelle, just tender cuddling. I was scheduled for the Southwestern red-eye flight out of New Hampshire airport. Two hours before my flight we got an uber to take me to the airport. Michelle walked me down to the car. We hugged and kissed. "Have a safe flight and come back to me. Don't let any of those cowboys impregnate you," she said wiping tears from her eyes.

"I'll be back before you even miss me," I said as I got into the car.

The flight home was eight grueling hours! At my small 5ft 2in frame I was amazed at how uncomfortable those airline seats were!

When we disembarked from the plane, my back and legs were stiff, sore, and ached from sitting in the tiny seat.

I was so disoriented. It was 9:00 am in the morning. The airport was huge. There were people everywhere moving in all directions. I was looking for mom and dad, debating whether to head outside the terminal area or stay put.

"String Bean, is that you?", I heard from the crowd of people. I looked in the direction, and it was Uncle Nick!

Uncle Nick's real name is Nicholas, but everyone calls him Nick. He is the youngest of seven, my dad is the eldest. There's a huge age gap between them. Nick's almost thirty. He had changed dramatically since I last saw him several years before I left for college.

Uncle Nick had grown! He was easily 6'3 or better. He was dressed in cowboy boots, and hat, jeans, an under-armor muscle shirt, and a duster long coat. He's the picture of Texas masculinity. He has a full beard, and mustache. His full bushy red beard extends to the top button of his shirt. He filled out his muscle shirt with thick pecs, and biceps. His thighs filling his jeans.

I dropped my bag and squealed, "Uncle Nick!" running to him and jumped into his arms. Uncle Nick had to brace himself catching me. He was holding me at his waist by my bottom. His big hands on either of my cheeks.

"You've changed so much Uncle Nick," I said, planting an innocent peck kiss on his lips. My breasts mashed against his chest. I felt his beard on my cheeks. I rubbed my cheeks turning my head from side to side in his beard, my lips grazing his, and his fun mustache! It felt wonderful, not scratchy, but soft! Nick still holding me, his hands on my bottom looked down at me and said, "You've certainly changed too, I certainly can't call you string bean anymore, now can I?" I realized his line of vision was at my chest and giggled when I said, "No, some of me has sprouted!"

We both laughed and Uncle Nick set me down, slapped my butt and said, "Let's get you loaded into the truck and drive out to the house."

He grabbed my bag and threw it over his shoulder. We walked to his truck that was in the airport parking garage.

When we exited the terminal, I was instantly hit with the temperature difference in Dallas. I was acclimated to the bitter cold of New Hampshire. It felt warm, and muggy here in Dallas. I immediately stripped off my winter coat, as we walked to Uncle Nick's Silverado King Club pickup truck. He threw my bag into the back of the club cab, and I threw my coat in with my bag, as we climbed in and drove off for our two-hour-long ride north on I35.

Nick explained that mom and dad hadn't been able to make it to the airport because they had to be at work this week because of year-end processing. It seemed like everyone in my family worked for the same oil service and logistics company. Mom and dad had worked in the corporate finance department in Dallas. Nick worked as a production troubleshooter. I didn't really know what that meant, but it took him everywhere. From the offshore oil rigs in Houston and Louisiana, to all over the states where there were oil rigs.

He said he would be at the house with the family during the holidays. There was no work out at the rigs for him during the holidays. "That's wonderful Uncle Nick, I've got you all to myself," I said as I peeled off my shirt.

Nick's eyes were wide as he said, "Whoa girl, you might have more of me than you can handle if you keep that up. What are you doing?"

"It's so hot, I need to change. It's just a bra and panties; essentially a bathing suit, you've seen plenty of girls in bathing suits," I said as I stripped off my pants." I was still wearing my floral print cotton panties from last night.

I turned and was reaching for my bag in the back of the club cab my torso draped over the console. I had to stretch to get my bag, my head, and arms down to the seat. My panty-clad ass up in the front of the console. I realized my panties had wedged between my cheeks and felt Nick's fingers on the edge of my panties. His fingers lingered between my cheeks in my crack. I said, "Uncle Nick, are you feeling me up?" Uncle Nick replied, "No sweetie, just helping you with this wedgie." I exhaled and froze as I felt his fingers slide down the crack of my ass following my pantie wedgie to the edge of my vulva. His three fingers dipped into my pouty lips, pulling the wedgie free.

It seemed like a delay as he pulled my panties up from my ass crack. "This is Uncle Nick, totally innocent, he's just helping me out," I thought to myself.

I pulled back up and into my seat. I started rummaging through my bag and glanced at Uncle Nick. I giggled He was licking his fingers! "How do I taste?" I asked, knowing full well from the many times Michelle and I had shared that taste! "Not bad, kind of zesty I'd need to go to the source for a proper evaluation," Uncle Nick said teasingly.