#2 Uncle Drew Breeds My Cunt in a Christmas-Themed Haunted House
T. A. BEAU
Uncle Drew Breeds My Cunt in a Christmas-Themed Haunted House
T. A. BEAU
A Family Blood Incest Erotica Short Story with breeding and public fun.
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WORD COUNT: 5000 words
Santa’s Naughty Incest Village Serial: Story #2
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I hum a Christmas song to myself as I work on fixing some of the jump scares outside the haunted house. Sure, it’s Santa’s village, but that doesn’t mean there can’t be some fun jump scares, too.
Since next to no kids are afraid of the Grinch and someone did that as the ‘haunted house’ last year and was essentially laughed out, I decided to flex my power as curator to make this a more scary experience. Krampus is definitely something scary enough for kids and since I have some jump scares in place, too, I think the adults will be just as surprised.
I test a few of the Christmas lights along the outside of the abandoned-looking house that says ‘warning’ across the front and put my hands on my hips while smiling.
“Bring it on, bad kids,” I say with a smirk while tossing my hair over my shoulder.
I smooth my sweater dress down over my belly, not worried about hiding those lingering five pounds I can’t kick, but more concerned with anyone behind me getting a free show of my ass and thighs.
“Bianca!” Isla’s voice pulls me from my focused perusal and I look over my shoulder.
“You’re early!” I say to my older sister as she bounces over to hug me. I laugh as she blows a raspberry against my cheek. It’s something she does whenever she’s had too much sugar, which isn’t often. My sister’s a nurse and is always preaching about sugar. I guess the Christmas spirit got to her this year. “Who let you dig through the candy?”