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Seduced at Christmas, by Jezebel Rose

I have been itching in this god-awful Christmas sweater Grandma sent us the other month for us to wear. I told Mom about it, but she just clicked her tongue at me. Understandable, must be unattractive for a 20-something man to complain about a sweater.

It was around eight o’clock in the evening when the doorbell rang. Dad zoomed right past me, scratching his neck. Guess nobody is exempted from the sweater thing. His was a red one with Santa Claus face right at the center. Mom had a pink one with Mrs. Claus. And I somehow got a beige one with Rudolf and his shiny red nose.

“Merry, merry Christmas!” I heard voices boom at my father the second he opened the door.

“Hey! Merry Christmas, so glad you guys made it. Come on in, come!” He took their assortment of wines and instructed to have the gift boxes placed under the Christmas tree in the living room.

I saw them enter the kitchen I was in, one at a time. There was Uncle Joe, Aunt Becky, and Grandma. Interestingly, the couple had similar sweaters to my parents. Grandma did not wear one. Huh.

One other person did not wear a sweater. Well, technically, she did; she had it tied around her waist. She had on tight black pants that seemed to sparkle in the light. Her short red boots stomped into the kitchen, and I looked up to see my cousin- Nicole. She wore a festive green crop top that hugged her chest tightly. Her plunging neckline gave emphasis to the little crucifix necklace Aunt Becky gave her for her 16^th birthday. How long ago was that, last year? She’s certainly grown from the last time we have met.

“You must be freezing Nicole, put on the sweater, honey.” It sounded more like a command than a suggestion from Aunt Becky.

Her eyelashes were thick with mascara, her green eyes popping. Her shoulder-length hair bobbed as she whipped her head to look at me. She smiled at me, eyeing me up and down.

“Bet if Josh had a choice, he would not want to be in the sweater either. Ain’t that right, cus?”

I chuckled. Aunt Becky did not. She grabbed Nicole by the elbow and pulled her to a corner. Grandma and Uncle Roger got swept away by Mom into the dining room.

“Now that’s just rude, Nicole! Why can’t you be more appreciative? What if Grandma heard you, hm?”

“She doesn’t seem to hear when you and Dad go at it in the-“

Aunt Becky gasped, her eyes widening. She let go of Nicole’s elbow and raised her hands in the air in surrender.

“It’s Christmas, I don’t want any of your bullshit right now Nicole. Just go say hi to your cousin. Josh, hi, Merry Christmas.

Where’s the wine?”

“From your mouth, Mom-“

“Mom brought them all to the table, Aunt Becky. Glasses too.”

“Thank you, Joshua.” She gave her daughter one last look as she heads to where the laughter was.

It was just Nicole and I in the kitchen area. I was leaning against the kitchen counter as she stood there, looking around.

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