A Christmas to Remember- Part II

I awoke today at 5a.m. as usual. I’ve been performing my daily routine so long that I naturally wake up at the same time every day without the use of an alarm. Nikki was sleeping peacefully as I crept out of the bedroom. The fireplace was alive with a warm  glow, and the snow was falling steadily outside the window. Humpy raised his head and wagged his tail. I smiled back at him. As usual he was sleeping in front of the fireplace; it’s always there or in my room.

Walking to the back door, I donned my slush boots and checked the outdoor temperature on the indoor thermometer. It was definitely a cold day and would probably  remain below freezing, but at least it wasn’t below zero. I listened for a moment to the wind howling outside, and then I heard the clicking of Humpy’s nails on the tile floor as he came  to join me in our morning routine. I leaned down, stroked his thick, soft fur and then lovingly shook his head in my hands.  “You have a good night, old boy” I asked in a teasing voice. “Yeah, you old stud…I know you did!” Humpy wagged his tail  happily as if in total agreement, thumping his tail against the freezer we use for extra food storage during the long winter  months. “Shhhh!!!” I hushed him as I opened the door so we could exit without waking the girls.

I closed the door behind  Humpy, who rushed past me into the cold and headed for the warm stables. I turned around a little too fast, and found a large  patch of slippery ice that had formed overnight. After performing a rather unsightly pirhouette, I whacked my head on something hard and the next thing I knew I was lying on my  back in a snowdrift and Humpy’s warm tongue was licking my face. I slowly got back on my feet and rubbed the lump on my aching skull. “Thanks for  the help Humpy…maybe I can repay the debt one day.” I said as I petted his head and started walking towards the barn. Humpy was a good, faithful friend. Without his coming to my rescue I might have easily died in the bitter cold.
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  A Christmas to Remember (Final)

Lydia opened the door and Humpy quickly dashed inside, but just as we were about to enter the house, I remembered the eggs.
“Girls, I’ll be right back” I said, “I left this morning’s eggs in the barn”.
“Don’t worry about it Jack” said Lydia, “We’ve already got eggs cooked for breakfast…and they’re getting cold. You two go inside, and I’ll go back for the eggs”.
As Nikki and I stepped into the house and out of our snow clothes, the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs filled my senses with past memories of my beautiful wife preparing breakfast for me. Smiling, I followed Nikki to the Dining Area where the table was set beautifully. The girls had gotten into the Christmas decorations and worked a little magic inside the house. Once seated at the table I noticed that it had been given a wonderful arrangement of mistletoe, cinnamon scented candles, and warm apple cider. The home was alive with life that seemed to sparkle everywhere, reflecting in the candlelight, on the crystal glasses, and through the snow-lined windows.
Nikki and I took turns filling our plates and passing food to each other as we laughed and talked about old memories. After several minutes of reminiscing Nikki said, “Don’t you think Lydia should be back by now”.
“Yes…I do” I answered.
“You don’t think…hmmm…you don’t think Thor caught her attention do you” Nikki asked as her smile turned into an impish grin.
“I hadn’t even thought about it” I said, “But let’s find out!”
We both raced into my bedroom and clicked the stable view for Thor’s domain.
You could hear the sound of Thor’s cock slapping his belly.
Sure enough, there was Lydia, leaning down, looking through the stall slats, and rubbing her clit slowly through the fabric.
“Bingo!” said Nikki. “She’s such a horny little bitch”.
“Oh, don’t blame her too much” I said. “Thor is quite the lady’s man. He’s a real stud!”
Nikki gave me the look of, “That’s a lame joke, but I’ll smile anyways”.
I put my hand to my chin and rubbed it slowly, silently pondering the situation.
Nikki got a big grin on her face and said, “Jack, what are you scheming up in that horny mind of yours”.
We both laughed.
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A Christmas to Remember
      This story begins last December at my home in the Colorado mountains, where I was just finishing testing the new security and surveillance system. We had a mare about to foal, and I had installed extra surveillance cameras so that I could check on her condition frequently without having to bundle-up and drudge through the snow several times nightly.
It was just before dark, and I was about to go feed the horses when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door, and to my amazement and delight, Nikki, my adopted daughter, and a strawberry-blonde female friend stood huddled closely together as they tried to hide from the biting cold air. I quickly ushered them inside.
“What are you two doing up here” I asked as I took their suitcases.
Nikki giggled as she took her jacket off. “We’re on Christmas break, Jack”.
She had always called me “Jack”. All of my friends always have. Nikki knew she was adopted. She had always called me Jack, and I never had a problem with it. To me her way of keeping her individuality intact.
Realizing my impoliteness, I turned to take her friend’s jacket.
“What were you working on” Nikki asked. “We rang the doorbell twice”.
“Sorry about that” I said, as I turned and placed her coat into the closet, “I was testing some additions I made to the surveillance system”.
“Again”, she asked. “You’re always adding more to that thing. What now”
“Come and see” I said.
Nikki and Lydia followed me into my bedroom where the glow of the computer screen showed areas of every room in the house, the entry, the sides and back of the home exterior, and of the views from the new cameras in the stables.
“They’re all easily controlled by a joystick, plus they’re all color, and I can zoom in and out.” I said.
Why the stables” Nikki queried.
“Because we have a mare that will be giving birth soon.” I answered.
“Baby horses That is so cool!” Lydia said.
“It also keeps me from having to freeze myself at night to check on them” I said.
“Speaking of cool…” Nikki said as she turned and walked out of my room towards the fireplace to warm up.
I couldn’t help but stare at her as she walked. Nikki is a petite and curvaceous young lady of oriental-american birth. She stands about 5′1″ and weighs in at about 110lbs soaking wet.

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