The Night Before Christmas 5

Chapter 5

Eddie was insistent that my aunt wouldn’t get any “lube,” and from the grins on the other girls’ faces, that didn’t sound good for her. Either she didn’t care, or she didn’t think he was serious.

“No one’s going to sit here and let you milk yourself like the cow you are to get wet! You should’ve shown up greased up like the other reindeer. Now, if there are no questions, get into two lines—single file. Men on this side, reindeer on the other. As a reindeer gets pinned or works through all eight men, she moves to the winner’s circle—or the loser’s pit.”

Eddie made it clear that “winning” meant getting pinned, while “losing” meant squatting off to the side with no attention at all.

“It’s Candy Cane time! Let the games begin!”

Evan raised his hand, looking genuinely confused. “So … do we all go for the same girl, or is it one guy, one girl, and they’re done?”

Eddie smirked and cocked his head. “What do you think, Evan? Do these look like the kind of wanton trollops that would let an entire line of men have a go at them before they’re satisfied?”

The guys lined up, and I slipped to the back of the line, unsure how to play. I figured I’d watch and figure it out by the time it was my turn. “Uptown Funk” was blasting through the speakers, and the beat had everyone moving. The reindeer swayed and laughed in their line, their energy electric. Blitzen had taken a spot at the back, too, probably for the same reason I did—trying to stay low-key while figuring things out.

Evan’s awkward silence answered that question, and Eddie clapped his hands. “if the reindeer makes it past eight tries, she heads to the loser’s circle and can’t play in the next game. That’s the rule. I don’t make ‘em up! Oh wait, I did make that one up!” Eddie laughed. “Alright! Reindeer games – eight guys have a chance to pin the tail on the reindeer. If she gets tailed, she’s done – and waits in the winner’s circle, shaking what’s got. She’ll wait off to the side, fat reindeer ass sticking out, holding her knees like the good little reindeer slut she is -proud of what hole she got pinned.”

I started to get a hard-on just thinking about how eager these women were to be pinned in a “hole.”

Dancer, who was next, made a sour face and stuck out her tongue at us when Eddie called out, “Fat reindeer ass.”

“If they don’t get pinned, shame on the party guests! They’ll be on consolation prize duty during the ring toss game that follows! Dancer, you’re up first!” Eddie announced, grinning. He applied a blindfold to her – but didn’t explain why. He faced her to the wall and made her touch her nose and tits to it.

It seemed like everyone except for Evan and me knew what was happening and why, and neither of us asked.

Dancer took her spot: initially, palms flat against the wall, nose to it, legs apart, and presenting her thick ass with an exaggerated wiggle. “Okay, Dancer reporting in to get my tail!”

Eddie, ever the showman, cranked up Kung Fu Fighting on the stereo, giving the whole scene a ridiculous, playful vibe. Everyone started singing along to the goofy lyrics, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was silly, over the top, and somehow worked.

Jerry stepped up first, candy cane in hand, looking like he actually wanted to win. He was blindfolded and spun around several times before being let loose with his candy cane.

She had rope around her ass and tied to her wrist, but Jerry lifted it up – clearly and placed the candy cane on her butt – clearly indicating that’s where it was going to end up. Dancer didn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, I’d say she was downright flattered.





Evan and Harley weren’t the only couple here. I guessed that Dancer and Jerry were both married, probably to other people at this party. No one seemed jealous or uneasy about it. Instead, everyone was buzzing with excitement, cheering, and clapping to get the game underway!

Dancer glanced back over her shoulder, giving another exaggerated wiggle. “Come on, Jerry! I can’t present a bigger target than this!” she teased. She removed her hands from the wall and held her ass cheeks apart for him – showing us both holes spread wide.

The girls kept chanting directions to help him- or mislead him. “Colder … colder … warmer … nope!” to help him find his way forward.

Jerry’s candy cane missed completely, clattering to the floor. He threw his hands up, groaning, as the room exploded with laughter.

Dancer let out a loud, fake sigh of relief. “Phew! You missed! Guess I don’t have to make an example of you!” she teased, grinning.

Next up was Gary. He stepped forward, his brows furrowed like he was about to solve a math problem. “Come on, Gary, you got this!” Daisy called out, her voice dripping with fake encouragement.

“You better hope he doesn’t!” Dancer shot back, smirking over her shoulder. “My ass isn’t taking another round tonight.”

Gary lined up his shot, taking it way too seriously. The candy cane smacked the wall just above Dancer’s head, and the whole room lost it. Dancer spun around dramatically, clutching her chest like she’d just dodged a bullet. “Warm, but still fail! Thank God. I owe you one, Gary!” She gave him a playful wink as he slinked back to the line.

I stayed at the back of the lineup—not because anyone told me to, but because it felt easier to let everyone else go first. From there, I found myself watching Mrs. Sanderson – casually. Smiling, grooving to the music, unaware that I was watching. Almost shy. Her big, doe-like eyes flicked toward me, just for a second, before darting away. She made no attempt to cover her nudity – somehow, I felt like a jerk for daring to look at her huge nipples. They weren’t FOR me – and yet I indulged myself and admired the slope, and wait, they stuck straight out – more so, I admired how bold she was for just standing there with everything hanging out.

I doubted that I wouldn’t have been self-conscious if the tables were turned, and I was naked in a room full of fully dressed women.

I had no idea what I was going to do when it was finally my turn. Watching the others wasn’t helping—they all laughed and teased, but no one was explaining a damn thing. And still, every time I glanced at Mrs. Sanderson, I felt the knot in my stomach twist a little tighter. Was she nervous? Flirty? The way her gaze lingered, even for a heartbeat, felt like a question I didn’t know how to answer.

Maybe it was the tequila I’d had earlier, but with each turn that passed, my confidence started creeping up.

Three people had already taken their turns, and now it was Evan’s turn to pin the candy cane on the reindeer—or whatever we were calling this outrageous game. It was basically a super kinky version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, except both the pinner and the pinnee were blindfolded, and tequila was involved. I still wasn’t entirely sure if we were supposed to try and stick the candy cane in their butts or something. I was hoping someone else would figure it out before I got to the front of the line.

I couldn’t imagine pitching this idea to some girls for the first time. “You’ll stand naked, and we’ll try to shove a candy cane up your butt while you are blindfolded … sound good? Why are you leaving.”

a reindeer got pinned, they were out, and nobody else got a try—but they ‘won.’ I wasn’t sure how having a candy cane in the butt made them a winner, but everyone further back in line lost their chance. That alone added pressure. I was the last guy, so if they got past me, they ‘lost,’ and I was sure somehow that would be my fault, too.

The guys in front of me kept whispering and trying to throw Evan off, their voices just loud enough to carry over the noise. “Left … left … warmer … warmer!” they called out, their laughter obvious.

Meanwhile, the girls weren’t helping either, shouting just as loudly but giving conflicting instructions. “Right! No, higher—no, no, lower!” The chaotic mix of voices only added to the tension.

Dancer, blindfolded and grinning like this was her personal stage, wiggled her ass and teased over her shoulder, “C’mon, Evan, don’t listen to them. Trust your instincts! Or do you need me to make it easier for you?”

Evan, candy cane in hand, stepped forward, his movements cautious but determined. The room was practically buzzing with anticipation, the playful chaos making it impossible to tell if anyone actually wanted him to succeed—or fail miserably. The combination of conflicting advice and playful teasing was enough to make Evan hesitate, his grip tightening on the candy cane. He took a deep breath, adjusted his stance, and carefully leaned forward. The room held its collective breath as he made his attempt.

The Candy Cane – went straight into this woman’s pussy – she bucked her hips and slid back on it while it was still in her hands.

“Bullseye!” Dancer cried, spinning around with a grin. “Evan, you’re officially my favorite tonight. Harley’s gonna have to fight me for you.”

My sister was one of the ones laughing and applauding the hardest – like a good sport, genuinely happy that her friend was pinned, and her boyfriend had done the deed.

The room exploded with cheers and laughter as Evan’s face turned beet red. He stepped back, clutching the candy cane like it was some kind of trophy, looking half proud and half mortified.

Evan’s aim wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. The candy cane stuck just well enough for the group to declare it a solid “hit.” Dancer let out a delighted laugh, spun around, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Not bad for your first try!” she teased before sauntering over to the “pinned” lineup. She bent forward slightly, hands on her knees, her stance making it clear she was ready for whatever came next.

Harley stepped up next, full of her usual sass. “Alright, boys, time to try your luck,” she called over her shoulder, throwing in a playful wiggle. “Let’s see if anyone here can handle this!”

“Crap,” I muttered under my breath as the line moved forward. “Someone pin her before it’s my turn…”

One by one, the guys ahead of me missed, and each failed attempt was met with louder taunts from the girls and groans from the guys. Eddie couldn’t resist chiming in when it was his turn, dramatically yelling, “A swing and a miss, Uncle!” as his candy cane went wide.

Harley seemed almost too into the game, playful and open to being pinned. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My big sister—usually the one with a steady boyfriend all through high school—was acting like this was the most fun she’d had in ages. Watching her now, I couldn’t help but wonder how often she acted this way and whether Evan would even care—or get jealous.



She wasted no time spreading her legs wide, presenting a target without a shred of shame. Both holes were glistening with lube, and she wore a bemused, devil-may-care expression. My parents didn’t seem to disapprove—though I noticed my father wasn’t exactly staring in awe either. I tried to act like this wasn’t blowing my mind, but it was a losing battle.

My parents had clearly been part of this lifestyle for a long time, but Evan and Harley were still new to their relationship. I couldn’t even imagine how she’d convinced him to come to a party like this, let alone be okay with it. The whole situation felt impossible to wrap my head around.

I was eighth in line, and the way the rotation worked, every guy got one try against each reindeer unless someone pinned her first. If no one managed to pin the reindeer after all eight of us—Jerry, Gary, Marty, Evan, Harold, my dad, Eddie, and me—then she was out and lost. Win or lose, the next reindeer stepped up, but the rotation didn’t reset to the beginning. If someone pinned her before all eight attempts were used, the next girl came up, and the turn continued with the guy after the one who made the Pin. For example, if Evan pinned Harley, Harold would start on the next reindeer. Every guy got one shot per reindeer, keeping it “fair”—if you could call getting a candy cane shoved up your ass fair.

Dad stepped up next; Eddie spun him around several times, sheepish look on his face, candy cane in hand, his usual laid-back confidence masking what I could tell was a bit of nervousness.

My sister was already in position, blindfolded and waiting hands holding her ass cheeks apart nice and wide – I could see EVERYTHING.

“Last year, you were afraid to be pinned. Still afraid, pumpkin?” Dad teased; his tone playful but with a definite edge.

Harley shot back immediately with sass and confidence. “The name is Donder, and I’m going to be disappointed if you don’t pin me!” She wiggled her hips for emphasis, earning a round of laughter from everyone watching.

From the sidelines, Daisy chimed in with her own brand of encouragement. “Come on, Steven! That girl’s asshole is tight, teach her a lesson, she’s playing big-girl Reindeer games now!” It was both crass and degrading, but somehow, it still felt like she was being supportive of both of them.

I was shocked that my Mom was supportive, but all of the reindeer seemed to root for each other – even though most of them could also be catty and vindictive at times. “Don’t hold back, Steven! She’s been fully trained this year. She can take anything you can dish out! Any hole, any time!! She’s DSL material!”

All the women, including my sister and Mrs. Sanderson, pumped their fists or clapped and shouted, “DSL!”

Mom noticed me standing off to the side and shot me a quick, exasperated glance—like she’d just remembered I was there and realized what she’d said.

Dad lined up, spun once for effect, and took his shot. The candy cane missed entirely, smacking the wall with a hollow thud. The room erupted into laughter, and Dad gave a shrug like he didn’t care, though I could tell it stung a little.

Harley, ever the show woman, lifted her blindfold slightly and turned her head toward him with a grin.