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6.

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“Let go, Max!” Sarah glared at her younger brother. The lioness clutched one end of a large roll of festive wrapping paper, the last one in the house. “Now!”

“No way!” The geeky younger lion holding tight to the other end glared right back at her. His green eyes were narrowed behind the thick glasses perched atop his muzzle. “It had it first!”

For several minutes now, the lion siblings had been arguing over the final tube of wrapping paper left in their house. Each year, the family had a tradition of getting everything wrapped by a specific night. Then, all the presents were hidden away by their parents, only to magically reappear beneath the tree on Christmas morning. The lion siblings’ mother had set tonight as this year’s deadline. Not only did Sarah and Max both still have gifts left to wrap, and wanted to get them done in time for their evening plans.

“You did not!” Sarah yanked the tube sharply, growling. Max stumbled forward, but did not let go. “I literally picked it up, and then you grabbed it!”

Max grit his teeth, pulling it back in the other direction. “Well, I was trying to pick it up first, but you boxed me out and beat me to it!”

“Which means,” Sarah said, snarling as she jerked the wrapping paper roll again. “That I had it first!”

“Hey Sarah!” Her younger sister Sally sat on the couch, watching the older siblings’ struggle. “You know what season it is, right?”

Sarah shot her sister a confused look, her ears splayed. “Everyone knows what season it is, Sally. It’s Winter.” She shifted her grip, leaning back to pull steadily. “That’s why I have to finish wrapping my presents.”

The little lioness giggled, shaking her head. “Nah, not that season. I mean, it’s-”

“Stay out of this, Sally!” Max growled at their younger sister, his tufted tail lashing.

Sally folded her arms, pinning back her ears. “Make me, Maxwell!” Then she glanced at her phone, sitting nearby. “Movie starts in twenty minutes, Sarah.”

“I know.” Sarah stopped trying to pull the wrapping paper away from Max, but did not relinquish her hold. “Max, I’ll give it to you when I’m done. But Sally and I are about to watch a Christmas movie, so-”

“Yeah, I noticed you two were dressed like Christmas twins.” Max giggled, his tail flicking. Like his sister, he kept a tight grip on the cardboard tube. He turned his head to smirk at Sally. “You two always play dress-up together for movie night? That’s cute.” Max rolled his eyes. “And you call me a dork.”

Sarah made a show of looking the younger lion over. Like his sisters, he was dressed in the cozy, seasonal pajamas their grandmother had so thoughtfully sent them earlier in the month. Max’s new pj’s were adorned with cheery, golden bells, while the girls outfits were decorated with candies and a variety of marching soldiers.

“Cause you are a dork, Max,” Sarah said. “And you’re wearing Christmas pajamas too, dummy.”

Max blinked, glancing down at himself as if only just realizing that. He grimaced, lashing his tufted tail. “Yeah, well…at least mine are different, you two look like the twins in a Hallmark Holiday Special!”

Sally gave an irritable hiss. “We aren’t dressed like twins, Max!” She pointed to the paired candy canes adorning the red sleeves of her sweatshirt. “These are candy canes!” Then she pointed to her older sister’s new holiday hoodie. “And those are clearly peppermints!”

“Yeah, brat.” Sarah added a growl for emphasis. “They’re peppermints!” Sarah scrunched her muzzle. That didn’t sound quite as assertive when spoke aloud as it did in her head. She lifted her leg, showing off the red and white soldiers dancing over the black fleece. “And these are obviously tin soldiers. Totally different from the nutcrackers on Sally’s pajamas.”

Max’s eyes flicked to Sarah’s knee, his ears going back. He hunched forward, ever so slightly. “They look the same to me.”

“Then get new glasses, cause they’re totally different!” Sally stuck her tongue out, then giggled, an especially devious sound. “Ooh, Sarah, did you see how much he cringed when you lifted your knee and said nutcracker?”

“I thought I told you to stay out of this, Sally!” Max suddenly yanked the tube again, trying to pull it free.

“And I thought I told you to make me, but here I am!” She leaned back against the couch, hands behind her head. “Still waiting for you to try…” She smirked, idly swinging her bare, golden furred feet. “You’ll be on the floor in two seconds.”

“Sally’s right, though…” Sarah smirked at her brother, not budging. “You did cringe when I said nutcracker, and did this.” She lifted her knee again, this time more forcefully.

Max whined under his breath, his tail curling. “C-cut it out, Sarah.”

“Why?” Sarah lowered her leg, only to jerk her knee up sharply, thrusting it into the open space between them. “Does that make your little kitten marbles ache?”

“N-no!” Max’s whimper told her otherwise, but he quickly covered it with a put-upon growl. “And I don’t have kitten marbles!” He tried to step further away from her, pulling on the cardboard tube. The delicate, Santa-adorned paper crinkled. “Just let go! I gotta game with Adam soon! You can wrap your presents after me.”

“Adam can wait!” Sarah flattened her ears. “I’ll even tell him you’ll be late, if you want. But our movie is on in less than twenty minutes!”

The younger lion grit his teeth, pulling harder. The paper crumpled under his hands, tearing a little. “Watch it later!”

“It’s on cable, Max!” Sarah snarled at her little brother. “And you’re damaging the paper! I swear, Max, if my presents for mom look crappy because you had to be a selfish little brat, I’m gonna-”

“She’ll kick you in the balls!” Sally swung her foot in the air for emphasis. “Bam! Right there!”

Max turned his head to glower at her, still clutching the paper. “That’s your solution for everything!”

“Duh.” Sally offered him her sweetest, most innocent smile. “Because it always works.”

“It sure does.” Sarah laughed, swishing her tail. “And if he doesn’t hand over the damn wrapping paper, I think that’s what’s gonna happen.”

“Do it, Sarah!” Sally picked up her phone, and quickly started recording her older siblings. “Kick him in the balls, Sarah! Kick him in the balls!”

Max hissed, tugging the wrapping paper a few times. “Damn it, Sally, quit egging her on!”

Sarah faked a kick at her younger brother’s crotch, earning a yelp from the smaller lion. He tried to jump back, but without fully relinquishing his grasp, he wasn’t able to get out of range. Sarah faked another kick, her bare golden-furred toes swishing by inches from Max’s groin. He yelped, shifting to the side, trying to stay away from her foot.

“Knock it off, Sarah!” Max awkwardly dodged back and forth as his older sister flung her foot towards his most vulnerable spot a few more times. “That’s not funny!”

“It will be when she gets you in the balls!” Sally giggled up a storm, filming everything. “Come on, Sarah! Give him a good one for nutcracker season!”

Sarah glanced over at her sister, then smiled for the camera. “Oh, that’s the season you meant. I’ve been so busy lately I almost forget.” She turned her attention back to her brother, her grin turning devious. “You know, Max, I’ve been trying to be nicer to you lately, but I think Sally’s right. Sometimes, you do need a good kick in the balls!”

Max dropped the tube, taking a step back, his eyes wide. “Y-you win! I just remembered I gotta, uh…call Adam.”

“Oh no,” Sarah said, leaning the wrapping paper up against the sofa. “You had your chance to walk away without getting kicked, but you had to a brat! And brats…” Sarah stepped towards him, grinning, her ears splayed. “Get their balls kicked!” She lashed out with her foot, aiming to bury her toes in her younger brother’s balls.

Max stumbled back, Sarah’s toes once again missing his lion marbles by mere inches. “No, no, no! Take the stupid wrapping paper!” He dropped his hands down, trying to cover up his privates. “Leave my testicles alone!”

“Nope!” Sarah snatched Max’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his groin. “They’re getting kicked! Shouldn’t have pissed me off, Maxwell!”

“Yeah, Maxwell!” Sally pivoted on the sofa, following the scene with her phone. “That’s what you get for messing with your sisters!”

For a few moments, Sarah and Max battled back and forth anew. Max tried to pull away from his sister’s grasp, and Sarah shot her foot towards his crotch. Max managed to dodge just out of the way, and Sarah yanked him closer again. He tried to cover up, and wrenched his arms back up. Sarah knew she could have nailed him any time she wanted, but given what a pain in the butt he’d been tonight, she wanted to make him squirm, first. The lioness continued to making playful attempts to kick her little brother in the balls, leaving him just enough room to avoid her foot one time, intentionally connecting with his thigh the next.

“Stop! Stop! Ah!” Max’s voice rose higher and higher with every word. Soon, he was frantically dancing around, eyes wide behind his thick glasses. “Sarah, stop it! Cut it out! Come on, don’t kick me!”

“Oh my god, Sarah! You’re making him dance!” Sally cackled, hopping off the sofa for a better angle. “I’m gonna put this one to music before I post it!”

“Benefits of being an older sister.” Sarah smirked, and kicked Max again. This time making contact with his other thigh, perilously close to the younger lion’s personal bells. He gave a squeaking yelp, and tried to twist away, only to end up looking as if he was attempt a pirouette. “He knows I’m gonna get him, he knows it’s gonna hurt, and he knows he can’t do anything about it! All he can do is…” She swung her foot again, her toes brushing the fabric just between his legs. Max squeaked again, hopping back. “Dance around in panic!”

“Panic dance!” Sally followed along as her older siblings moved back and forth in time with Max’s futile struggles. “That’s a great name for this video!”

Max somehow found enough defiance to snarl at his younger sister. “Damn it, you bratty bitch kitten! Stop making videos of me getting kicked in the testicles!”

Sally narrowed her eyes. “Hey Sarah? Give him a few more fake ones! Let’s see how high his voice gets before you really nail him.” She pivoted back to her brother. “And she is gonna nail you, Maxwell! It’s gonna hurt so bad! Can’t you just feel it already?”

“Not funny!” Incredibly, Max’s voice continued to rise with every feigned attempt to squash his nuggets. He danced and twisted, wriggled and shuffled, and did everything he could to avoid his older sister’s foot as it repeatedly flew towards his feline privates. “Not funny! Damn it, Sarah, I hate this game! Ah! Ah, you almost got me!”

Sarah only laughed at his inadvertent admission. “I know! And I could get them any time I want. Like this!” This time, Sarah’s aim was true, but she left the force out of her kick. Her bare foot lightly connected with Max’s testicles, bouncing them inside his pajamas. “See?”

“Awwh!” Max hunched over, eyes crossing a little, muzzle agape. “My nards!”

Sarah glanced over at Sally. “I learned this game from Melissa, when we were younger. She used to do this to Adam.” Then she smiled into the camera. “Shout out to Melissa, the Kick Ball Queen!”

Max groaned a little, his knees wobbling, hands still captive in his sister’s grasp. “Awwwww! Okay, okay…you got me! You win! Lemme go already…”

The oldest of the three lions glanced at her youngest sibling. “Whatcha think, Sally? Should we be merciful?”

Sally shifted her phone to one hand. She held her other hand out, and put her thumb in the air. Then, ever so slowly, she turned her thumb down.

“Looks like the Mighty Huntress has spoken.” Sarah smirked down at her brother, hauling his hands up higher. “Any last words for your nuts, dork?”

“Yes!” Max thrashed against her grip, desperately trying to free himself. “Don’t kick them!”

Sarah only laughed, and then faked another shot toward Max’s family jewels. The scrawny lion twisted away, yelping. She took a few more practice kicks, just to make him prance in place. Finally, Sarah’s foot landed right between Max’s legs, but once again, the blow was only a playful one. Something bounced off her foot, and Max cried out. This time, Sarah could practically see the pain spreading through him as if in slow motion. He doubled over, then his knees knocked together. After that, Max’s eyes crossed, and his mouth hung slack. The lion gave a low, trembling groan.

“That…” Max’s voice was a shaking whimper. “Was my left one…”

“Oooooh!” Sally moved in to film a close-up of Max’s silly, cross-eyed expression. “You got The Troublemaker!”

Sarah blinked at her sister. “The what now?”

“His left one!” Sally glanced up, her head tilted as if she was explaining the obvious. She flicked her tail. “That’s the one that’s always in the way. It’s the troublemaker of the two.”

Sarah stared at the younger lioness. “Okay, you might be kicking him too much lately.”

“Literally impossible.” She stepped back, framing the scene with her phone. “Okay, time for the big punchline!” Sally dramatically cleared her throat. “Hey, Sarah.”

“Oh, no…” Max whimpered, his ears down, tail limp.

Sally only smiled. “What’s my favorite Christmas musical?”

With a wicked laugh, Sarah stepped forward and kicked her younger brother in the balls as hard as she could. “The Nutcracker!”

Sarah buried her bare, golden-furred foot right between the scrawny lion’s legs. Her toes connected sharply with both feline testicles, causing them to bulge out against the twin bells emblazoned on the front of Max’s pajamas. This time Max squealed, eyes popping out behind his glasses. He doubled over, and as soon as Sarah finally released his hands, they both flew down to clutch his suddenly anguished nuts. Max stumbled back a few steps, his ears flat, teeth bared in agonized grimace. Then with a second yowl, he crumpled to the floor in a gangly, writhing heap of leonine male ache.

“Yes!” Sally jumped up and down, still filming her stricken brother. “Bullseye! Right in the balls!” She bounced on her toes. “Right in the balls!”

“You know it!” Sarah laughed, and made a show of dusting off her hands. “And that’s how you show your little brother who’s boss.” She glanced at Max. “Think I felt ‘em crunch, too.”

“That’s how you know you got them good!” Sally laughed, kicking Max in the butt.

“Oooooooooh!” Max gave a pitiful groan. The geeky lion rolled from side to side, clutching his privates in both hands. A sob wracked him, and tears left wet streaks in his fur. His eyes squeezed shut, and his whole face contorted into a scrunched-up mask of pain neither girl would ever understand. “Awwwwwhhh! My testicles! Oh, God, my testicles!”

Sally moved in for another close up of Max’s face. “Oooh, you got him crying with one barefoot kick? You’re so good at this, Sarah!”

The older lioness laughed. “Just cause I don’t kick him as much as I used to, doesn’t mean I don’t remember how to do it. Besides, older sisters should be able to get their younger brother’s trying with one kick.”

“Aaaaahh!” Max curled up as another wave of pain wracked him. He took a few shaking breaths, then just as quickly stretched himself back out, rolling onto his belly. “My testicles! Awwwwwwh!” He screamed into the carpet, toes splayed and tails curling.

Sally leaned down to pat Max’s head. “I know, I know! Your testicles! They’re feeling so much holiday joy, right now! You’ve been so festive this season, Max, I think you’re our first annual Nutcracker Season winner!”

Sarah tilted her head. “Shouldn’t you be the winner? Since you’re the one who keeps kicking him.”

The little lioness shrugged. “I’m the winning nutcracker, and he’s the winning…” She splayed her ears, flicking her tail. “Nut-crackee. Or something. We’re still working that part out.”

Max squirmed back and forth at his sisters’ feet. “I hate…Aww!” His words were half-muffled when his muzzle ended up pressed to the carpet. “Your stupid…” He sobbed again, shuddering. “Aaah, my balls!”

Sarah couldn’t help but snicker. “Did he just say he hates his stupid balls?”

“That’s what I chose to hear, anyway.” Sally focused her phone on her brother. “I’d hate having balls, too.”

Max lifted his tear-streaked face long enough to muster a snarl. “I hate your stupid made up holiday!”

“That’s a shame,” Sarah said, watching her younger brother roll around between his sisters. The way he writhed and squirmed was still just as funny now as it was when she was younger, and kicking him more often. “Cause it sure is fun to celebrate. Speaking of which…” She folded her arms. “Guess what movie Sally and I are about to watch?”

Max whimpered, curling up tightly, his voice little more than a frightened squeak. “Oh, please god, no.”

“That’s right, Max.” Sarah laughed, nudging Max’s hands with her foot. “The big budget fantasy adaptation of The Nutcracker.”

Sally giggled, idly wiggling her hips, her tail swishing. “Hope it doesn’t put any ideas in our heads, Professor.”

Sarah turned away, laughing. “I better get my presents wrapped before it starts. I doubt you’ll even be off the floor in twenty minutes, but…” She glanced back over her shoulder, smirking. “Don’t worry. When you finally get up, we’ll let you watch it with us.”

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7

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“Alright, last one is yours.” Melissa pulled a fuzzy, red and green stocking out of a battered cardboard box. The name Adam was spelled out in gold across the top. Beneath it was a stylized fox in golden regalia playing a drum. She passed it to her younger brother. “Hah, you match your stocking. What a dork.”

Adam snatched it out of her hand. “Oh, shut up Melissa. Someone’s gotta look festive, around here.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Melissa said, crossing her arms.

The red fox siblings had spent a cold, snowy day afternoon decorating the house for Christmas. With their older brother not yet home from college, and their mother away on an extended, late season business trip, it fell to Melissa and Adam to get the house ready for the holidays. In years past, their mother often put the decorations up overnight, as a joyful surprise to start the season. This year, the fox siblings wanted to return the favor. By the time their mom finally got home just before Christmas, the entire house would be overflowing with holiday cheer.

Things were already well under way. Snowmen of all shapes and sizes adorned every table and shelf in the house. Reindeer danced on countertops. Santas stood alongside doorways. Pillows emblazoned with wintry scenes smothered the couch. Bells hung from doorknobs, and handles. They’d even raised the Christmas tree and strung it with blue and white lights. There were more decorations to go, but they couldn’t get everything done in a single day.

As far as Melissa could tell, Adam had even decided to decorate himself. The dorky younger fox was dressed from head to tail and beyond in Christmas garb. A greatly oversized fuzzy sweater hung halfway to his knees. Just like his stocking, the sweater was mostly a bright, cheery red, highlighted with festive green. Strands of fluffy silver faux tinsel and twinkling lines twined around the sweater in random swirls. Adam even wore matching pajama pants, crimson in color and adorned with snow-dusted Christmas trees.

“Where does this one go?” Adam adjusted the glasses perched upon his slender, red-furred muzzle.

The stockings were the last item of the day. Their mother had collected dozens of them over the years, and Melissa wanted them all strung up throughout the house. The last hour or so was spent finding the best places to put them in every room. The vixen pointed up over her brother’s head, to the nearby doorframe where another stocking already hung.

“Might as well stick it up right there, next to mine.” Melissa walked towards the door, her bushy tail swishing. “I think Mom’ll appreciate having both our old childhood stockings next to each other.”

“Probably.” Adam followed after her. “Is there a nail up there, or what?”

“Should be.” Melissa turned around, standing under the other stocking. “Here, let me do it. You’re not tall enough to reach.”

Adam narrowed at his eyes, glaring at her through his glasses. “You’re barely taller than me.”

“I’m like a foot taller than you, Adam.” Melissa grinned down at the younger fox, then patronizingly patted his head between his splayed black ears. “But if you really wanna hang it yourself, I’ll get a chair.”

Adam swatted her hand away. “Cut it out! You’re maybe four inches taller than me. Now move back. I got this.”

“If you say so.” Melissa took a few steps back, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her dark hoodie. A single giant snowflake was emblazoned on the front of it, its two halves only united when the sweatshirt was zipped up. “Go on, then. Let’s see if you can even reach it.”

“I can reach it just fine!” Adam stretched his arms up over his head, but his fingertips just barely brushed the bottom of the door frame. “More or less.”

“Mostly less, from the looks of it.” Melissa chuckled, leaning against the wall. At this point, she wasn’t going to help unless Adam admitted defeat.

Adam grunted, rising up to his tip toes. He stretched his arms as far as he could, straining for the tiny little nail from which stockings hung over countless Christmases. The more Adam strained to reach it, the further the little fox’s oversized sweater rode up his body. As it nearly reached his waistline, it revealed the fox’s pajamas were trying to travel in the opposite direction. They sagged down far enough that if they drifted any lower, Melissa was going to catch a festive eyeful of Adam’s personal ornaments.

That gave Melissa an idea. She moved to stand in front of her oblivious little brother. “Hey Adam.”

“Almost…got it!” Adam made a few failed attempts to hook the stocking on the nail.

“Sure you do, Dork,” Melissa said. “Oh, crap. You know what else we forgot to take out for Christmas?”

Adam flicked an ear, swiping the stocking’s loop towards the nail again. “What?”

“The fox ornaments.”

Adam blinked, glancing at his sister. “Fox ornaments? You mean those Santa foxes? I thought we already put those out.”

“Nah, not those.” Melissa shook her head, stepping closer. “You know. The fox ornaments! Don’t worry, though. I know where they are.”

“You do?” The fox made another clumsy attempt to hook the stocking on the nail. “Damn it!” He stretched as he far as he could, paying his sister no heed.

“I sure do, dork. Everyone knows where a boy fox keeps his ornaments.” Melissa hurried forward while Adam was on his tip toes. “They’re right here!”

Melissa snatched the waistband of Adam’s pajamas, and yanked them to the floor. As usual, her little brother wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his pjs. The younger fox’s testicles hung out beneath his sweater, bobbling like a pair of fuzzy, decorative snowballs on display. For a moment, Adam’s sheath remained hidden beneath his sweater. He shrieked in startled humiliation, stumbling away from his sister.

“Melissa!” Adam bumped up against the wall, his feet constrained by his bunched up pajamas. “Come on!” The younger fox tried to cover himself as he bent over, reaching for his pajamas. “Not funny!”

“Yes it is!” Melissa yipped happy vulpine laughter. “It’s always funny when your nuggets make an unscheduled appearance! You get so embarrassed!”

“I wonder why!” Adam snarled, but the sound was more frustration than threat. With his back to the wall and his older sister looming over him, they both knew he had no where to go. “How’d you like if I pulled your pants down!”

The vixen shrugged. “Go ahead and try, if you want. But we both know I’d just do this.” She smirked at him, playfully lifting her knee. “I’d just do this.”

Adam’s ears went flat.

“Actually, come to think of it…” The vixen’s grin widened. She put a hand against the wall, alongside Adam’s head. “I haven’t gotten you in a while, have I?”

The younger fox swiftly covered himself with both hands. “Sally just got me the other day!”

“I know, she told me!” Melissa leaned in till she was nearly muzzle to muzzle with her younger brother. His eyes went wide behind his glasses. “But it’s Nutcracker Season, Adam, and we haven’t celebrated as brother and sister! Besides, I’ve never had a chance to get you in the bare ones, before.”

Adam managed a growl that was somehow both defiant, and resigned at the same time. “You have too! A couple times!”

Melissa blinked, her head tilted. Her little brother had a point. “Okay, but I haven’t kneed your bare ones.”

“You do and I’ll…” Adam swallowed, ears pinned back. “I’ll pants you for real!”

“That’s the Nutcracker Season spirit, Adam!” Melissa laughed, then eased back as if relenting. She patted his head.

“Cut it out!” Adam tried to bat her hand away.

The moment Adam took the bait, Melissa grabbed for his sweater, yanking it upwards. “Now let’s get those fox ornaments out!” She pulled his sweater all the way up over his head, tangling him inside it and exposing the younger fox from his belly to his feet.

Adam gave another startled, humiliated cry as his vulpine privates were fully displayed in front of his older sister. The geeky fox’s fuzzy, white-furred balls hung freely beneath his alabaster sheath. Adam’s left nard hung a bit lower than its slightly smaller twin. Everything bobbled about as he stumbled around, trying to free himself from the sweater. For a few moments, Melissa just laughed her red-furred butt off. There were few things funnier to the young vixen than the site of exposed male privates bouncing around to their owner’s humiliation.

“Oh my god, Adam,” Melissa said, clutching her ribs. “Your stuff is just like jiggling around!”

“Damn it, Melissa!” Adam’s voice was a little bit muffled as he wrestled against his own, half inside-out sweater. “You better not be filming this!”

Melissa wasn’t, but she wished she had been. Her friends would have loved it. Just as Adam seemed poised to free himself, Melissa stepped forward and grabbed his arms through the sweater. She glanced down at her favorite targets, sizing up her aim. Then the vixen swiftly jammed her knee up as hard as she could. Melissa’s pajama-clad knee fit snugly up between the younger fox’s bare, furry legs.

The mischievous vixen had a very clear view of her own knee impacting her younger brother’s unprotected testicles. Christmas-imaged adorned knee crashed into white-furred fox nuts, as if in slow motion. The impact lifted them, forcing them to bulge out against their furry pouch and reveal their intimate oval shapes. Then they partly squished out either side, compressing between the younger fox’s body, and his older sister’s knee. The impact also made Adam’s sheath bobble above them. As Melissa dropped her knee back out, both vulpine nuts flopped back down into their usual loosely hanging position, as if already daring her to get them again.

“ARRRRRPP!” Adam’s familiar cry was even higher pitched than usual, despite the sweater’s smothering effects. His legs buckled and he dropped to the floor in a writhing pile of nerdy fox ball pain. His face and limbs were still tangled up inside the sweater, leaving his lower body exposed and twisting. He moaned, somewhere in the Christmas garment. “Oooooooooh!”

“Oh, that was awesome!” Melissa stood over her stricken brother, giggling like crazy. “I saw those silly things get nailed! My knee demolished your nuts, Adam! That was so cool!”

At her feet, the little fox curled up, only to uncurl again just as quickly. “Oh, God! My nuts! Oooh, my aching nuts!” With his face hidden and his arms stuck, all the physical expressions of his pain were in the way his legs rubbed together, his tail flicked and lashed, and he squirmed in frantic patterns on the floor. As he rolled around, his fuzzy, white nuts flopped back and forth, practically begging Melissa for more. “Awwwww, god, Melissa! You got them both! Why does everyone keep getting them both, lately?”

“It’s like Sally said.” Melissa bent over, slapping the younger fox’s bare scrotum, making his balls bounce. “It’s a nutcracker season miracle!”

“OWWW!” Adam jerked, trying to twist away from her. “Stop it!”

“Aw, but they’re just out there, Adam.” Melissa stepped over her brother, a foot on either side of his hips. “How can a girl resist?”

“Don’t…” Adam trailed off into an anguished groan, rocking back and forth against his sister’s feet. “You freakin’ dare…”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Or what? You’re gonna pants me? Big deal.” Melissa dropped down to sit on her younger brother’s belly. “I’m gonna squeeze those geeky little fox balls!”

“No!” Adam wriggled beneath her, frantically trying to free his arms and escape, but by then it was too late. “No, no, no! Don’t squeeze them, please!”

“But they’re out in the open, Adam.” Melissa wiggled her butt against his stomach, settling her weight against him to hold the younger fox down. “Nutcracker Season rules are clear! Fox balls in hiding get kicked, fox balls that come out to play get squeezed!”

The younger fox struggled under her, his furry jewels bobbling. “You’re making that shit up!” He pulled his legs together, his tail lashing.

“Of course I am,” Melissa said, laughing. “It’s a new holiday, we’re still working it out.” She put her hands on the fox’s thighs, prying them back open. “You know, closing your legs doesn’t really protect your balls.”

“Just get off of me!” Adam squirmed and fought, but remained unable to dislodge his older sister.

“Nope!” Melissa giggled to herself. “Not till I play Spank the Sheath, and Squeeze the Balls!”

“Don’t you even-”

“Sheaths get spanked!” Melissa slapped the younger fox’s sheath, making him yelp and jump. She smacked it again, then paused. “Wait, what was that song Amanda was singing in her video? Jingle Bells? Lemme try one…” She cleared her throat. “Jingle bell, Jingle bell, Jingle bell, rock!” With every phrase, she spanked Adam’s sheath again. “Festively spank this little fox cock!”

“Ow! OW! OWWWW!” Adam yelped, yipped, and yowled with every slap. His back arched a little, toes curling. “My sheath! My sheaaath!”

“Slap him, in the nuts, and watch as he squirms!” Melissa shifted her aim, swatting her hand sharply against the fox’s testicles, making them bounce. Adam yelped, his body jerking beneath her. “That’s the jingle fox rock!”

Adam groaned again, squirming beneath her. “Jingle fox, or jingle bell?” He kicked his legs in a vain attempt to dislodge her. “Pick a lane, Melissa!”

“I already told you, I’m making this shit up as I go along!” Melissa wagged her tail, thumping it against Adam’s sweater-covered head. “I should try pinching your knot, too.”

“Leave my knot alone!”

Melissa ignored Adam’s protests. She felt around at the base of his sheath until she located the telltale bulge hidden within. Then she trapped it between her thumb and finger, pinching it sharply. Adam gave a clipped squeal, thrashing around for a moment. The vixen grinned, baring down against the smaller fox’s knot for a few seconds longer. When she finally let go, she gave his sheath a few more slaps.

“That got you pretty good, didn’t it!” She set her hand down against his hip, letting him catch his breath. “You guys have so many ways to hurt your stuff.” Melissa drummed her fingers alongside the fox’s balls. “But these little fuzzy grapes will aways hurt the most won’t they.”

“Awwwhh…” Adam whimpered, squirming weakly. “Damn it, Melissa…I thought you were being nicer to me, lately!”

“I have been!” The vixen bopped his hidden muzzle with her tail again. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t still get the urge to knee my favorite little brother’s balls into the stratosphere. Or squeeze them until he’s singing the high parts of O Holy Night! Speaking of which…”

Melissa gathered the younger fox’s balls up into her hand. Usually, she pinched them one at a time, but today she wanted to squeeze them both. The vixen tugged Adam’s balls away frm his body, examining them. Up close they looked like a pair of pecans pressed out against their white-furred enclosure. She wiggled her ebony fingers, watching the geeky fox’s testicles shift back and forth.

“Guy’s balls are just so…” She slowly closed her fingers around them, trapping the fox pecans within her hand. “Vulnerable.”

“They are? Really?” Adam gave his legs another helpless kick. “Science discovery of the fuckin’ centur-AAAAAAHH!”

Adam shrieked as Melissa suddenly squeezed his balls tightly. His back arched, lifting his hips beneath her. The influx of sharp pain made him kick one leg, even as the other stretched, his toes curling. Melissa bore down harder, relishing the feeling of the younger fox’s most private parts trapped and compressed in her hand. As she squeezed Adam’s nuts, Melissa wondered what it must feel like. The fact she knew she’d never understand a guy’s ball pain made it all the most satisfying and hilarious to inflict.

“How’re they feeling, buddy?” Melissa glanced at Adam, but whatever comical expression he was surely making remained hidden within his sweater. She ground his balls against each other. “They aching?”

“AAAAAH!” Adam screamed again, frantically twisting beneath her. “My balls! MY BALLS!”

Melissa continued to squeeze them, grinding the younger fox’s testicles in her hand. She rolled them against one another, watching them shift and bulge within her grip. When one tried to escape her grasp, she roughly poked it back into place with a finger, earning a distinctive yelp among the squeals and moans.

Soon Adam was sobbing into his sweater. “Awwwwwh, my balls! My baaaaalls! Let go!” He writhed in place, one arm finally slipping free. Yet even then, all he could do was weakly grasp at Melissa’s hip. “Come on, Melissa, let go!”

“Fine.” Melissa shifted her grip, isolating a single fox nut into each hand. “But only after you say the magic words ten times!” She rolled them around a little, exploring the odd, smooth yet rubbery texture. Even after feeling them plenty of times before, testicles remained an odd, almost alien object of fascination. “Now I’m gonna pinch ‘em both!”

Adam quickly tried to spit out the familiar, humiliating phrase as many times as he could while Melissa’s grip was lessened. “Sister rule, brothers drool, sisters rule, brothers drool-AAAAAH!” A scream stole his voice when Melissa clamped down, firmly pressing each white-furred ball between a thumb and several fingers. “Aaaaaahh! AAAAH! My nuts!”

“Yeah, your nuts!” The vixen pinched the nerdy fox’s nuts harder, curiously watching as they compressed slightly. “You got eight more to go!”

“AAAAH! AAAAH!” Adam thrashed again, his dull claw tips digging into her hip. “Sisters rule, brothers drool! Sisters rule, brothers drool! Sisters rule, brothers drool!” With every passing second, Adam’s voice got higher and higher. “Sisters rule, brothers drool, sisters rule, brothers drool!”

“Almost there, buddy!” Melissa giggled, playfully tugging his nuts back and forth even as she bore down on them. The continued exertion left her fingers aching, but she thought it a small price to pay to give a pair of naked balls such a through squeezing session. “Hurry up, dork, this is making my fingers hurt.”

“Sisters rule, brothers drool!” By the time Adam squeaked out the last two repetitions, his voice had gotten so high he could auditioned for a role as the local Christmas Choir’s soprano. “Sisters rule, brothers drool! Sisters rule, brothers drool!”

Melissa pinched the trapped fox testicles a few moments longer, then finally let them go. As soon as they dropped back into position, she gave them another playful slap, watching them bounce. “There you go, dork! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” As she prepared to stand up, Melissa rapped the younger fox’s agonized nuts sharply with her knuckles, just to maximize their post-squeezing ache. Even that was enough to earn another squeal from the smaller fox. “Happy nutcracker season, Adam!”

Melissa stood up and stepped away from her brother. He curled up tightly on the floor, still half-hidden inside his oversized Christmas sweater. His hands protruded from the bottom of it, clutching his fuzzy vulpine privates between his slender legs. Adam slowly rocked back and forth, tail swishing in the air, sobbing inside the sweater. Melissa retrieved her phone, and covertly snapped a few pictures of the anguished, bottomless fox. Those would make great, festive editions additions to the Kickball Sisterhood’s secret trophy collection, she thought. Maybe she’d even turn one into a special Christmas card for the inner circle.

The vixen flipped her phone’s camera into video mode. For a couple minutes, she filmed the younger fox’s writhing, clenching her jaw to hold back her giggles. No sense letting him know she decided to film him after all. Each time Adam rolled one direction, she caught a glimpse of his fuzzy sheath peaking out between above his hands. When he rocked back the other way, he presented his bare, red-furred butt, fading to a pale white towards his inner thighs. Eventually, she stopped videoing, and tucked her phone away.

As Adam continued squirming, Melissa looked around for the stocking with his name on it. She eventually spotted it on the floor, and scooped it up. Then Melissa went to the doorframe, and easily hung the stocking up on the nail the younger fox couldn’t quite reach. She dusted off her hands, grinning to herself.

“Your stocking’s hung up, so don’t say I never do anything for you.” Melissa stepped over the wriggling fox, pausing to pick up his pajamas off the floor. “I’m gonna toss these into the hamper. You and your oversized sweater can go bottomless the rest of the night. Not that you’re gonna be off the floor any time soon.” She padded down the hall, then paused to glance back, grinning. “Told you I was taller.”

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That's it for now! Hope you've enjoyed this little mini-series. If so, please leave a comment with your thoughts, favorite scenes or characters, and so on! And please remember to hit the FAVE Button!

Next up for these characters... probably more stuff like this, but also hoping to finish the Melissa/Max Sleepover follow-up I've got partly written, so they can enjoy some nicer, naughtier interactions again. Until next time!