Sara's Christmas Wish
By Aldric

Copyright 2010 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and non-fiction. The following story is fictional.
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Sara's Christmas Wish

"Dear Santa. I know I'm a little too old to be writing you, but I've tried everything else and just in case you have time I'd really like it if you could help me. It's about my twin brother Noah and our younger brother Josh. They clearly need to be on your naughty list. They have always tormented me, but this year it has gotten out of control. I tell my parents and they get punished, but being sent to their room or grounded doesn't even begin to make up for what they have put me through. Here is a sample of some of what they have done: Noah took a pair of my panties to school and auctioned them off. And just so that I couldn't get back at him he also tried to auction off a pair of his own boxers. Now some creepy seventh grader owns a pair of my panties. Josh showed off my baby pictures including the ones where I am naked! And my parents never took any good pictures of him. Both of my brothers hid downstairs one night when I had five other girls over for a sleepover and took pictures of us in our underwear. One or both of them came into the bathroom while I was taking a shower and removed every towel and hand cloth and all my clothes and locked the door to my bedroom. They each had friends over and laughed as I ran to by room naked only to find it was locked and had to run back to the linen closet to grab a towel and then beg them to unlock the door to my room. As you can see, this is way out of control. I hope you can do something nice for me on Christmas and give them the coal that you are so famous for. I'll know it was you if I see a present with a pink bow on it. Thanks for listening, Sara Jones."

Sara put the letter in the back of her diary. At fourteen, she didn't really write to Santa, but just putting it in writing made her feel better. But now she had to find a real way to deal with her brothers. Christmas was two weeks away and she needed to deal with the pressures of the last week of school before the break. After the pictures of her slumber party surfaced her friends had kept some distance from her.

Sara was unaware that you don't need to mail a letter to Santa. Just writing "Dear Santa" was good enough. Santa read the letter that appeared in his letters journal and shook his head. Calling on a couple of elves who specialize in handing presents like this he told them who needed to be taught the meaning of giving.

Monday morning Josh Jones was alone at the bus stop. His brother had been banned from the bus and had to walk to school or ride his bike. Normally Josh went with him, but he was just recovering from a cold and his mom made him ride the bus. Sara was lucky enough to be getting a ride with one of her friends whose mom was going past the school at the right time.

Josh didn't notice anything odd except for the stares as he boarded the bus. He was tired and as soon as he took a seat he dozed off and didn't wake up until somebody shook him awake.

"Dude, I've been trying to wake you for two blocks," his best friend Sam said. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Uh, I don't know, just sleepy I guess," Josh said, wondering why everyone was giggling. "It must be the cold medicine I was taking."

"Sleepy? You call coming to school in nothing but a tee shirt and an old pair of white briefs sleepy? Did Noah put you up to this?"

"You got on the bus this way. You can't expect me to believe you didn't know it."

"But I didn't. I was dressed. I know I was, I check every morning to make sure I'm zipped up. You know, after that one time."

"Man, coming to the bus with your pants unzipped was nothing compared to this. What are you going to do?"

"I kept trying to, but you were out like a light. Everyone's already seen you, maybe you should just run to your locker and get your gym clothes."

The bus stopped and the door opened. "I've got to get Ed Frost to let me copy his homework," Sam said. "I was going to copy yours on the bus but it's too late for that now." Even as Josh begged him to wait Sam got into the aisle and headed towards the front of the bus.

As the kids from the back passed they all laughed. And then came the kids from the very back of the bus, the ninth graders.

"Come on Jones, you don't want to be late for school," one of them said, grabbing Josh by the arm and pulling him into the aisle. He pushed Josh right into the back of the boy in front of him and right past the bus driver. Once they went down the steps and onto the curb the kid let him go.

Josh was standing on the curb with hundreds of kids around and it only took a moment before someone yelled and everyone turned to look. Taking Sam's advice, Josh made a dash for his locker. It took him three agonizing tries to get his combination right as kids were yelling and laughing at him standing in the hallway in underwear. It would have been bad enough if he had been in boxers, but cartoon briefs?

He grabbed his gym bag and slammed his locker shut planning on running to the nearest bathroom but his principal was right behind him.

"Having a bad day Josh? It's about to get worse. My office. NOW!"

Fortunately the principal's office was just up the hall and once there Mr. Haggerty allowed him to dress in his gym clothes.

"While those clothes are acceptable for physical education, they are not acceptable for general wear. I'm going to have to call your parents and have them pick you up. You may return when you are properly dressed. And you have detention the rest of this week."

"But, that's not fair!" Josh said. "I didn't do it, somebody took my clothes?"

"Who?"

"I, uh, I don't know. I fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up my clothes were gone."

"So you want me to believe that you were disrobed on the bus but slept through it, is that right?"

"I know! I can hardly believe it myself. But that's what happened, honest."

"Three kids from your bus told me you boarded the bus without clothing on and your best friend Sam said when the bus reached his stop, which is only a few minutes after yours, that you were already undressed. Do you see why I'm having trouble believing your version of the events?"

"Yeah Mr. Haggerty, I know it sounds fishy, but there's no way I would have gotten on the bus dressed in just, uh, well you know, you saw me. Dressed like that. I wouldn't have done it. Someone drugged me, that's the only possibility I can think of."

"Discuss it with your parents. If you can convince them then I'll reconsider your detention this week. Have which ever parent brings you back to school stop and see me. But for now I remain unconvinced."

Josh was also unable to convince his mother, especially when they found the shirt and pants he said he was wearing when he left the house on his bed. But she did explain to the principal that Josh had been sick over the weekend and that the cold medicine might have affected him and he agreed to cancel the detention.

Josh had to put up with the smiles, laughter, teasing, and embarrassment of the morning's event without understanding how it could have possibly happened. He knew he had clothes on when he left the house. He knew it!

After lunch was a special assembly for the student council candidates to give a speech prior to election. Noah had no interest in being on the student council, he only ran so that he could run against his sister. One of the things he hadn't planned on was giving a speech and he was as nervous as could be. He had tried to withdraw but his teacher was giving him credit for oral speech, which by itself wasn't enough reason to stay in the running. But his sister called him chicken when she heard he wanted to quit because he was afraid to give a speech.

He followed the advice of his teacher and tried to picture his audience in their underwear. Especially Heather Goldsmith, a ninth grader that Noah was in love with. He wished she had been at his twin sister's sleepover the night he and Josh had hid and watched the girls undress. They would have gotten away with it uncaught too if Josh hadn't sent the pictures he took to people he didn't know well enough.

His speech was short and simple, basically his message was that people should vote for him because he would hide nothing from them. At the end of his speech he raised his arms above his head and that's when it happened.

His pants just dropped. They were not sagging (at least not more than the school allowed) and his belt was on tight. But they dropped all the same. And his mental image of Heather in panties and a bra had done more than help him get through the speech. His penis was hard, and once his pants were around his ankles that fact was apparent to all.

And although he had started his day out with boxers on, for some reason he couldn't understand he now had briefs on. White, cartoon briefs. Underpants that belonged to his little brother.

He didn't have time to sort that out now because right now everyone in school didn't have to imagine him in his underwear, they were watching it while he was on stage with bright lights on him. He tried to pull his pants up but the belt prevent him from getting them up. He had to unbuckle his belt and unfasten the button on the pants before he could pull them up. And that left him with another question--how had his pants fallen down on their own but his belt was too tight for him to pull them up?

Everyone was laughing at him, but he also got a standing ovation as he ran off the stage.

Josh had gotten back to school just in time to attend assembly. He had to take some ribbing from his friends, but at least they had saved him a spot up on the back row of the bleachers. He had seen his brother's speech, especially the ending, and thought it odd that his brother would be wearing the exact briefs that he had worn on the bus that morning. But he laughed along with everyone else.

As the assembly was breaking up Josh tripped and fell off the edge. He would have fallen six feet to the floor but a protruding support bracket caught the back of his pants. Unfortunately, while it prevented his falling to the floor, it didn't prevent his pants and boxers from coming down, leaving him hanging upside down, supported by his pants which were now around his ankles.

He tried to free himself but realized that everyone exiting the gym was getting a look at his now public and former privates and used his hands to cover his groin as he hung there mostly naked.

His friends, being typical twelve year old boys, left him hanging until most of the student body had passed. Then, after a few friendly but hard swats to his bare behind, they lifted him up and unhooked him from the support, laughing the entire time. Josh wanted to be mad at them but he knew that if it had happened to any of them he would have done exactly as they had. He hurriedly pulled his pants back up.

Two periods later his brother Noah had a bad day turn decidedly worse. It was after gym class and he had just stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. But no matter how many times he tried he just could not remember his locker combination.

All the other kids were filing out as they finished getting dressed, teasing him and telling him he'd have to go to the rest of his classes in a towel. Several times they playfully pulled it off.

Finally he gave up trying to get his locker opened and went to the window to the coach's office. One of the students said he wasn't in the office but was instead on the gym floor.

Noah opened the door from the locker room to the gym and saw his gym teacher talking to the girl's teacher.

Making sure the towel was wrapped around him, and hoping none of the other boys would choose that time to pull it off, he called to his teacher.

"Uh, Coach Miller, I have a problem."

"I'm busy right now Jones, can it wait a few minutes?" his gym teacher said.

"Uh, I guess, if it has to."

He was about to let the door close when he heard the girl's teacher say "We can talk about this later, why don't you see what he needs. It looks like a clothing issue."

Coach Miller walked towards the locker room but just as he got there the fire alarm went off. "Why aren't you dressed yet Jones?" he asked.

"That's the problem--I can't remember my combination. The lock needs to be cut off."

"I've got copies of the combinations in my office, but there's no fire drill scheduled for today so I'm afraid I can't get to it now. Go out to the back of the gym until I make sure everyone is out of the locker room."

The coach passed him and started getting the guys out of the locker room. Noah did as he was told and moved towards the back of the gym instead of towards the exit where the other boys were running, but the girl's teacher saw him as the girls came out and told him he had to go to the designated area and be counted.

"But, all I have is a towel," he said.

"I see that and you have my sympathy, but I'm more concerned with your safety. Until we know how dangerous the situation is we need to get everyone out and accounted for, so come on, let's go." She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the door. She didn't let go until he was out in the hall and into the flow of students heading towards the parking lot.

He tried to turn back but it wasn't possible to move against the flow of kids. He was bumped and jostled around and felt the towel slip off but before he could grab for it he'd been pushed another ten feet down the hall and up to the exit doors. He quickly found himself in the parking lot in his birthday suit with his hands over his groin as hundreds of non-naked kids rushed past him. For the second time that day he heard the laughter of his fellow students.

Principal Haggerty had seen him coming out of the gym and had recovered the towel. He caught up with him outside and wrapped his suit jacket over Noah's shoulders and handed him the towel for extra protection.

Moments later the all-clear sounded and the students headed back inside. Horribly embarrassed, Noah let them pass rather than take a chance on being part of the rush again. As soon as he got back to the locker room the coach was there but he no longer needed him.

"I remember it now, 25-18-36, Noah said. "I don't know why I couldn't remember it before." He handed the jacket back to Mr. Haggerty with a thank you and ran into the locker room to get dressed.

When he came out the principal was waiting for him. "One of the things I was concerned about was whether or not you were set up, but it appears you weren't. By your admission you couldn't remember the combination and the fire alarm was caused by a malfunction and not by someone setting it off."

"But I did want to talk to you about your clothing malfunction at assembly today. I was going to award you detention for your stupid attempt to get votes, but I think you've suffered enough."

Noah also felt that he'd had enough. Before the day was over he heard about both of Josh's problems and watched for him at the end of the day.

"Forget about mom, you don't want to ride the bus home after what happened this morning, do you? Let's just walk home."

Josh was in full agreement. "I heard you had a pretty bad day too. I saw you on stage, why were you wearing some old briefs of mine?"

"I believe you," Josh said. "I know I was dressed when I left the house this morning but somehow by the time I boarded the bus I was just in underpants. Nobody believes me either."

"Oh, somebody believes you both," a voice said from behind them. "And you've got one more payment to go before this day is over."

They both turned around but it was too late. They were easily lifted and carried all the home at a very fast pace, much faster than they could have possibly run. And when they got there they were individually taped facing each other to a light pole on each side of the street. Their clothes disappeared in a wave of a hand and a bright pink bow was superglued to the tip of their dicks. Then bags of coal were dumped over their heads and worked into their skin, leaving them streaked and dark everywhere except their groins. The white skin on their groins in contrast to the coal-covered skin on the rest of their body made it stand out even more.

"You'd better find a way to make your sister tell my boss how nice you are or this day will be repeated over and over again in different ways," the bigger of the two elves said to them.

Unable to move, they hung there, each on his own light pole, as buses and cars went by. By the time their bus stopped there was a crowd of kids surrounding each of them. Sara got off and looked first at Josh and then at Noah. She didn't miss the pink bows on their dicks. "Thank you Santa," she said silently.

"Help us, Sara, please," Noah said.

"Yeah, help us," Josh said too. "We'll never do anything to you again."

Just then their mother came running out of the house and most of the kids backed off but none left.

"Who did this you?" she said.

"Santa and two elves," Josh said.

"He means it looked like Santa and elves," Noah said. "If it was people dressed up like them then we have no idea who they were."

"Go get a pair of scissors Sara," their mother yelled as she tried to peel the tape off. Sara hurried and came back with two pair. She cut her twin brother loose while her mom released Josh. With tape still sticking to their skin the boys hurried to the house.

"Oh no you don't," their mother said. "You're not going in my house black like that. Go to the garage and let me vacuum as much of that powder off you as I can. What is this stuff--it looks like coal!"

After several wash bin-baths administered by their mother and sister the boys were approved for entry into the house where they could take a hot shower to warm up and remove the rest of the coal. But the bows were still stuck to their dicks.

"According to the internet I can get those off with nail polish remover," Sara said. "Or I can let you get them off each other. Which do you prefer?"

"We'll get them off but please, we're sorry, really sorry. I know you don't believe us, but it really was Santa and two elves. Please tell him we said we were sorry and we'll be good," Noah said. His brother said much the same thing.

"Aren't you two a little old for Santa?" she asked them, enjoying it when they blushed. "But if you want, maybe I will eventually. But you need to prove that you can be good for more than a day."

"We will, we promise," Noah said.

"And after that cheap stunt at assembly today, I expect you to dress better at school. Both of you. No more jeans. And if you win a seat on the student council you'll wear a tie every meeting day."

"A tie? But I don't even were a tie to church!" Noah said. But then he remembered what he needed. "But if that's want you want, then okay. No jeans and a tie on council meeting days. You've got it. In fact, we'll both wear shirt and ties to church, won't we Josh. Just please say we've been nice, okay?"

She handed them the bottle of remover. "Don't use it all, it's my last bottle. And here's some baby oil for where the tape was stuck to your skin." She was amazed that her brothers didn't even try to hide their nakedness from her at this point.

"We replace it," Josh said. "And we'll get you something really nice for Christmas."

"Yeah, and for your birthday too," Noah said. "You'll see, we won't ever be mean to you again."

That night Sara picked up the letter she had written to Santa and put in the back of her diary. She read it over and saw that for each example she had listed the boys had suffered one embarrassing consequence.

"Thank you Santa for the best present ever," she wrote at the bottom of the letter. "I think the boys have learned their lesson. They are doing everything then can to make amends for their prior behavior. Oh, and by the way--you can be sure to never get on your naughty list."

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa laughed when he read that letters that appeared in his journal that evening. "I'll bet your brothers will stay off it from now on too."