Christmas Morning
Ember
I wake to a mouth nuzzling my neck, a hand gliding over my hip, and another stroking my calf. I’m curled on my side, surrounded by my beautiful men.
“Good morning,” I say sleepily.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Frank says.
I open my eyes and smile at him. “Merry Christmas.”
Our first Christmas together, and we’re going to do it right, making beautiful memories to last us forever.
“Merry Christmas,” Griffin says from behind me, and I turn my head to give him a kiss. Zeb gives my leg a squeeze, all my men move closer, and soon I’m wet and ready. But before my men make love to me, it’s my turn.
I take hold of Zeb’s cock and close my mouth over it, not letting up until he comes. Then I do the same for Frank, and then for Griffin. They let me, not only because they enjoy it, but because they know I love taking care of them.
And now, it’s their turn to take care of me, and they do.
“Better get ready,” Zeb murmurs some time later. “Your family will be here in a couple of hours.”
“Right,” I say. My mom has been wonderful about me living with my three men, but I don’t want her and my sisters walking in on us looking like we’ve been rolling around in the sheets for hours.
We shower, which leads to more fun for me, but they don’t let me reciprocate since we’re short on time. That’s okay; I’ll pay them back later.
When we go out to the living room, where our tree is, it’s surrounded by packages. There are more in the branches. My men have gone wild.
The closet in one of our guest rooms is packed with even more gifts, but those are for my family. Everything on and under the tree right now is just for us four.
“You spoil me,” I say.
Zeb kisses my ear. “You deserve it.”
He, Frank, and Griffin love taking care of me in a multitude of ways, and buying me things is one of them. It may feel like too much to me, but not to them.
We settle on the couch, and Griffin wastes no time handing me my first package to open. It’s a thin box that barely weighs anything, so my guess is that it’s lingerie, and I’m not disappointed. Lacy, sexy, and silky in ice blue.
They love it when I wear sexy undergarments, and they love taking them off me. Sometimes they remove them so energetically that they destroy them, so they’re always buying me more. And I like having a variety, for their sake and mine.
I smile at him. “Thanks, babe.”
“You’re welcome.” He touches his lips to mine and turns back to the tree. “Who’s next?”
“That one,” I say, pointing at a long, narrow box.
He picks it up. “Gosh, it’s for me! What a coincidence.” A few seconds later, the paper is gone and he’s got it open.
“A new guitar strap.” His eyes come to me, and they’re warm. “Thanks, Emmy. It’s perfect.”
“You’re welcome, honey.” I know he wanted that strap, because Frank saw him eyeing it and helpfully let me know.
My next package is from Frank; he’s gotten me some of my favorite perfume. I lean across Zeb to give him a quick kiss. “Thank you; I was running low.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
“Give him that one,” I tell Griffin, pointing to a rectangular box. Frank opens it to find new sculpting supplies. I’m still his favorite subject, and pose for him often.
“Thank you, love.”
It’s been months of us telling each other we love each other, but I never get tired of it. I blow him a kiss as a warm glow spreads through my chest.
Zeb’s gift for me is large and heavy. I open it to find a beautiful ceramic pot, big enough to hold the rubber plant I need to transplant. “Oh, yay, thank you! That’s just what I needed.” He gets a hug and a kiss, since he’s right next to me, and then I direct Griffin to a large, square box under the tree.
When Zeb opens it, he finds a new motorcycle helmet. He pulls it out, almost reverently, then wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me close for another kiss. “Thank you, Em. How did you know I wanted this one?”
“One of Santa’s helpers gave me a hint.”
An hour later, we’ve opened almost everything, and I’ve received books, music, more lingerie, clothes, pajamas, and even more gardening and plant-care supplies. The men have been happy with all their gifts, too: t-shirts, boots, more books and music, kitchen supplies, and cologne.
“One more,” Griffin says, and hands me a long, slender box. I open it to find a beautiful necklace. Three silver letters, an F, a G, and a Z, dangling next to a pale, bluish-gray sapphire set in silver.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper. “Thank you.”
“That’s in honor of your beautiful eyes,” Zeb says, pointing to the gemstone. “But it’s not nearly as stunning.”
I’m speechless for a moment as I blink back tears. I have no idea how I got so lucky.
***
We get all the wrapping paper and bows cleared away in time for my family to arrive. After we do hugs all around, Frank and I take them on a quick tour of our new home while Zeb and Griffin bring out all the gifts from the closet.
We had some pretty lean years growing up; Mom went out of her way to make things as nice as she could for us, and we were never lacking in love, but there often weren’t a lot of presents under the tree. Since I’m finally in a position to spoil my family, I’m not holding back, and my men were very happy to join in.
I did lots of research. Besides asking my mom and sisters for their wish lists, I asked my sisters for additional things to get Mom, things that she could use or would enjoy but wouldn’t ask for. And then I did the same thing with my mom regarding my sisters. Finally, I made my own suggestions for things we could get them.
I spend the next hour smiling ear to ear as my family opens present after present—everything they wanted, and some things they could only dream about. Squeals, shouts, happy tears, and lots of hugs rule the day.
After this latest round of bows and wrapping paper are cleared away, we put on some background holiday music, set up a jumbo jigsaw puzzle on a square table tucked behind the back of the couch, and play a board game. Zeb and Griffin go to work on dinner, and Frank circulates, keeping drinks and snacks replenished and the music going.
Mom, Hazel, Coral, and I go back and forth between the jigsaw and various games, some of which Frank joins in on. Mixed nuts, veggies and dip, and cider and pastries stand in for lunch, so we’re in good shape by the time the dinner guests start arriving in the afternoon.
Griffin’s family shows up first. We’ve had them over before, since they live nearby. His sisters are great, and his parents have been really nice, too. They jump right in on the jigsaw while getting to know my family.
Frank’s family is next. They live farther away, so this is my first time meeting them. I’m nervous, and Frank can tell, so he stays right at my side the whole time. They’re more reserved than Griffin’s family, but seem genuinely warm in their quiet way.
We have an hour for everyone to visit and get acquainted, and then it’s time to set the table for dinner. My mom and sisters take over this task, and everything looks lovely by the time dinner is ready.
I gather my men in a quick huddle while everyone’s moving to the extra-long table. “Does anyone have a family member who’d want to say grace?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Frank says. “My dad would. He’s traditional that way.”
“Okay, cool. Thanks, hon.” I kiss him lightly and we take our seats.
Frank’s father looks very pleased when I ask him if he’d like to say grace. Since we have fifteen people for dinner, the guys made two turkeys and lots of all the sides. There are three sets of serving dishes for every food item, one at each end of the table and also in the middle, so there’s minimal passing necessary.
Before long, we have all the evidence we need that dinner turned out well: lots of quiet eating, very little conversation. I beam at Griffin and Zeb.
“This is delicious,” Mom declares. “You men could open your own restaurant.” Griffin looks delighted with the praise; Zeb is almost bashful about it, and I’m reminded that he didn’t grow up with a mom, and missed out on that goodness.
No longer, if my mother has anything to say about it. One of the reasons I’ve been so fierce about supporting her with any money I could send home is that she’s a great mom. Her loving acceptance of me living with three men is just the latest illustration of her awesomeness.
There are several pies for dessert, as well as other treats, but everyone’s too stuffed to eat them right away. Instead, we all gather in the living / family room, since it’s the biggest room and can accommodate everyone. The jigsaw puzzle gets some more attention, but mostly people gather in small clusters and talk about whatever.
Eventually, we go for the desserts, and then the guests start to drift away. My family is staying with us, since our new home has plenty of room, so they go off to their part of the house and my men and I retire to our master suite.
“Thank you for making today so wonderful,” I tell them.
“Thank you for being the reason for all the wonder,” Griffin says.
I point at him. “No making me cry.”
He gives me his wicked grin. “How about if we make you moan instead?”
“And whimper,” Zeb adds.
“And scream,” Frank finishes.
I grin at them. “That works.” And then, before we get down to business, I sweep my gaze across them and say, “I love you all so much.”
“We love you, too,” Zeb says.
And then they set about showing me just how much.
© Stephanie Brother 2025
