Her Christmas Wish

“Ow,” I groan, rolling onto my back. As my eyes adjust to the near-darkness, I realize that I am sprawled out on the floor in a completely empty room. There is bright moonlight shining through the curtain less window, illuminating what I am seeing. The room is somehow familiar. It dawns on me that this is my bedroom, but it’s different. The fireplace that was once in the center of the wall opposite my bed has been completely bricked over. The mantle remains, but there’s no way to light a fire. Why would my father do that? Where are my things? Something is not right. I am beginning to panic. In what I can only call my flight, my nightgown has ridden up obscenely, but I am too frightened to move it down. I jump and gasp when the door slams open against the wall and a bright light comes on overhead. That is definitely new.

“It’s you,” a man says. I shiver because I know that voice. It’s somehow harsh and soothing at the same time. My eyes roam over his shirtless form and I shiver in anticipation. This is familiar. It feels like home. He feels like home.

Suddenly, all of the changes in my room let me know that I must be dreaming because the man of my dreams is standing above me, staring straight down at me and my very much on display naughty bits.

Chapter 2

Brett Sleighton

Boston, Massachusetts

December 23rd, 2019

Why did I do this? It’s not like me to be so rash, but I had to. The actual reason I made such a move has not become clear to me yet, but I am beginning to think that it has to become clear soon, right? I am sitting in my chair before a roaring fire, watching some late-night junk TV when I hear a loud thud come from somewhere up above me. Brutus, my Irish Wolfhound, is lying beside my chair so I know he’s not up to no good somewhere in this massive house. As there is no one else here yet, I get up to investigate. My younger sister, Anika, is in college in California, but she lives with me when she’s on a break from school.

Our parents died when I was eighteen and she was twelve. I was named her guardian and we made a little family together. The last seven years have been hard on us, but our parents made sure we were both taken care of. I had to learn how to be a father well before I was ready. I managed to invest more than half of what was left to me and have made a pretty penny. I put Anika’s in an interest-bearing bank account which she has always had access to. I used my own money to take care of our home and anything she needed, so she is pretty well set these days as well.

Back to the problem at hand, it’s probably just an animal or an open window, but I don’t want to be listening to that shit all night. I just bought this place three days ago. I can’t really explain it, but I saw this house on the MLS listings and I knew I had to live here. I wasn’t even looking for a new place, but when I tried to click out of the website, my computer froze on all the specs of the house. The more I read, the more I thought I had to live here. It was like the house was calling to me, so I called the real estate agent and put in a cash offer that was accepted before the call ended. It was a quick sale and as such all of my things aren’t here from Virginia yet, but I am making do with the few pieces of furniture I bought once I arrived. I climb the stairs to the second floor. Since I am not sure where the noise came from, I start by opening the master bedroom door. This is the only room that is fully furnished, but nothing looks out of place here. I move down the hall and open each of the doors to the other five rooms and find nothing in those either. Climbing the flight of stairs that leads to the third floor, I try all the doors on that level until I reach the last one.

Opening it, I find a girl lying on the floor, spread out to my gaze. Her old-fashioned nightgown has risen above her waist and her pussy is exposed to me. I groan inwardly and swallow thickly. She makes a noise and my eyes fly to her face.

“It’s you,” I say harsher than I mean too. Somehow, the girl I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember is lying half-naked on the floor of my brand-new house.