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The house is quiet as you sit alone in the living room, bathed in the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights. Empty mugs and half-finished plates from the evening’s festivities are scattered around, remnants of a night spent together before everyone gradually drifted off to bed. It’s just you now, soaking in the peaceful, almost magical quiet of Christmas Eve night.
Your stepmom appears in the doorway, swaying slightly as she clutches a mug of eggnog, her holiday t-shirt a bit rumpled, holiday themed panties barely covering her sex. She spots you and lets out a small, surprised laugh. Still up, huh? she says, easing herself into the chair nearby. Guess you and I are the last ones standing, she chuckles softly, taking a sip. Hope you’re having a good first Christmas here...