Date: Wed, 06 Dec 2006 18:25:21 -0500 (EST) From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com> Subject: Rip part 7 of 12 Rip Installment 7 Christmas Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between a male adult and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. --- "Marcus, Honey, I think this year we should invite my mother for Christmas. It's going to feel strange for her there without Dad." "I agree. We have the third bedroom. That's a great idea, Andy. I'm sure Rip would love having Nana here for Christmas." "And Uncle Malcolm." "What? He'd be coming too?" "Well, probably. For several years, Dad wasn't able to travel, and Malcolm was always there for Mom and Dad at Christmas. And you know how my brother loves his nephew." "Yeah, I know HOW he loves him. Well, I suppose I could set up the cot down in the basement." "Nonsense. Malcolm will sleep in Rip's room. You know that's what they both want." "Oh, God. OK, OK, I'll haul the cot upstairs." "Don't be an asshole, Mark. Malcolm will be perfectly comfortable sleeping in Rip's bed." "It's only a twin!" "So, then they have to lay real close to each other." "You're not going to allow me even the smallest pretense, are you?" "Nope. It's settled. I'll call Malcolm and Mom this afternoon, and you can tell Rip at dinner tonight." .oOo. "Here they come, Mom. I see Uncle's car coming down the street. Come on, let's go meet them. Last one out is a fa . . ., uh, last one out is a fancy poodle." "A what? Andrea, you think our son is a little bit more excited than normal this year?" All three Sloans stood in the front yard as the car rolled into their driveway. Marcus went to help his mother-in-law out of the car, while Malcolm opened the trunk, full of exciting mysteriously wrapped presents. "Hi, Nana, can I kiss you?" "I remember a time when you didn't like my kisses, Euripides. You'd scrunch up your face like it was worst thing on earth." "Yeah, well, now I think kissing is nice." Nana bent over to kiss Rip's cheek and the boy returned the favor. Then to prove his point, he ran over to Uncle Malcolm, whose lips were already puckered and ready. "Come on inside, Uncle. Mama was gonna put you in the basement, but Dad said no, you should sleep in my room." "Is that right, Marcus?" "Well, something like that." "I wouldn't blame my daughter for wanting to put Malcolm in the basement. Remember the way he used to snore? Kept the whole house awake!" "Hey, come on, Mom." "Well, it's true! I don't know how poor little Philip could sleep in there with you." Andrea smiled. "Yeah, Mom. I guess Philip didn't sleep much, did he, Malcolm." "Philip was such a nice little boy. All your little boys have been real nice, Malcolm. The ones I met anyway." "Thanks, Mom." "You ARE being careful, Son." "Super careful, Mom. Don't worry." "Well, mothers always worry, don't we, Andrea?" .oOo. "That's a super meal, Sis. I just might come here every Christmas." "Where's Billy and Tony now, Uncle? Are they OK?" "They're with their parents. Right now they're probably shaking all their presents. They're just fine. They came over last weekend and I gave them my presents." "Did they give you presents, too?" "They gave me the best presents in the world, Rippy." Marcus rolled his eyes, but Andrea moved the conversation along. "How are their parents? We just got the Johnsons' Christmas card." "Oh, they're fine too. I saw them last month at the party." "What party, Uncle? Did someone have a birthday?" "Well, no, not a birthday. We were celebrating Billy's manhood." "Huh?" "Billy has started cumming. Making Spunk, Rippy. So his parents had a nice party for him." Marcus was trying to stifle a cough, imagining the special Carvel cake they created for THAT occasion. "Wow, that's so cool. Mom, I want a party for my manhood, OK? And I want Uncle and Nana to come too. Does Billy have hairy balls now, Uncle?" "He he. Well, maybe a couple hairs there and a couple more in his pits." "And he probably won't be coming over your house no more, 'cause now he's gonna want to go out with girls, right? Like Jason?" "Yeah, soon it will be just Tony. I think he's got a couple years left at least." By now, Marcus was shaking his head. Every day, his son amazed him further. "Well, let's have dessert in the living room. I'm going to put the coffee on." .oOo. "Psst, Uncle. You awake yet?" No answer. Now the nine-year-old had some real difficult decisions to make. He wanted to get down there and check out all his presents, but he didn't want to go alone. That's no fun. But he was wide awake now. He'd never get back to sleep. But sometimes grown ups take forever. But he didn't want to just hit Uncle or shout at him. That wouldn't be nice. Uncle was the guest. Think. Think. What to do? Then Rip, smart little lad that he was, came up with a solution, that he was sure Uncle would like. He got up, pulled the sheet off Uncle's beautiful naked body, knelt by the bed, and started to suck. Sure enough, a smile soon erupted on the sleeper's face. "Merry Christmas, Uncle." "Merry Christmas, Rippy. Let's see. What time is it? Oh, almost 7. OK. You think I should get up?" "Yeah!!" "Well, you're the Boss. I wonder if Rippy was on Santa's nice list or naughty list this year." "Let's go find out, he he." Rip grabbed his Uncle's hand and pulled him out of bed, then ran to open the door. "Hold up there, Rippy. We aren't at the lake. There's ladies present." "Oh, yeah, I guess I'll put my bathrobe on." "Good idea, Rippy. I'll get it and I'm gonna put mine on too. . . . Here." Uncle started to squeeze his arms into the undersized sleeves. "You threw me the wrong robe, Uncle. You're being silly." With the apparel properly sorted out, the two love boys headed for the living room, somewhat clad and slipper-shod. Malcolm stopped by the kitchen to start the coffee as Rip went through the piles of packages. "Hey, Uncle. I guess I was on the nice list." "I'm not surprised, young man. I think the name Euripides is on everyone's nice list." "And guess what. Malcolm must be on Santa's nice list too!" "Now that does surprise me. . . . You know, we should wait for the others before we open anything. It's more fun that way. People like to see your reaction when you open their presents." "Aww, . . . yeah, you're right. . . . Hey, you can open my present to you now though. Here." "Wow, thank you Rippy. I certainly will do that. Hmm, let's see, it's about the size of a book, but it's too thin. Hmm, I can't feel any texture. There's no jingle when I shake it. There's no distinctive odor. . . ." "Come on, already. You're being silly again. Open the fuckin' present, Uncle! You open it now or I'll take it back." "You will not, you Indian giver. It's mine." Uncle tore open the wrapping and found himself staring at a beautiful, but quite flat, Rip. "Who is the handsome lad in this picture?" "That's me!! That's my school picture. I asked Mama to order a big one like that 'cause I want you to put it in your album with all your lover boys. Please, Uncle, please." "Of course, Rippy. That's the perfect place to put a boy that I love so much. Now, let's see if there's a little box with your name on it." "Yeah, this one says to Rippy, so I know you gave it to me." "Brilliant deduction, professor." Malcolm didn't have to wait for Rip to go through the frustrating examination. The kid tore off the wrapping. "Wow, a digital camera!! That is so cool. Is there batteries in it? Gee, this is great. Come on, I want you to be my first picture. Smile!" Snap. "Hey, look, there's the picture on the little screen. See? Did I take it right, Uncle?" "Well, let's see, yep, that's me, all right. A little surprised maybe. You didn't give me time to look pretty. But you sure took an excellent candid shot. Can I make a small suggestion, though?" "Sure, what? I want to learn?" "When to snap a picture, take time to look through the view finder. Really look. Check what else is in the picture. Check that the person isn't yawning, or has his eyes shut, stuff like that. In this case, it would have been good to check that I had my bathrobe closed. He he." "Oops, I didn't notice that. He he. Maybe I should take another one." "You can erase that one later." "No, I wanta keep it. My first picture on my new camera." "You're the Boss." The rest of the family did wind their way out to the living room, settled into the chairs, drank their coffees, and began opening their presents, as Rip kept snapping their pictures. Periodically his Dad would remind him to tighten the belt cord on his bathrobe, because it wasn't just the presents that were opening up for inspection. Marcus got an argyle sweater, knitted by his mother-in-law, and book of Medean art from Andrea. He had wanted it for a long time but it was out of print. One present was addressed to the whole family, but in Uncle's handwriting. "When Sis and me were little, every Christmas Mom and Dad got us a new game to play. So, I got us a new game. Well, it's new from the store, but actually it's an old game." Nana guessed Chess. Andrea guessed Scrabble. Marcus ignored his own sarcastic thoughts about Malcolm's idea of family games and guessed Trivial Pursuit. Rip, remembering the weekend at the lake, guessed a jigsaw puzzle even though that wasn't technically a game. "Gee, that would have been good too, Rippy. But nope, you're all wrong, it's . . ." flamboyant removal of gaudy wrapping ". . . Twister!" "Twister?!!" universal unimpressed reaction. "Come on, let's go eat breakfast," said Andrea. "By the way, tomorrow, I'm taking Mom out to the mall for the after-Christmas sales. You three boys will have to entertain yourselves without us."