Susan #70 - Christmas Eve (Part 1 of 2)

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After YDBunny's lovely 2nd rendition of Susan, I basically just had to make another Xmas (or at least winter-themed) scene with her. The problem I stumbled upon is the fact that chronologically she would be quite far along in her pregnancy. But really, what's stopping me from taking a step back and instead creating a scene in the timeskip area? Often it's something so criminally simple but somehow never occurred to me. My attempt at making things easier to understand, is that I labeled this #70 as it's the very same period this timeskip entry took place in. I hope that makes sense? I feel like I need to go through all the scenes and organize/name them better sometime...

So here we are, part 1 of the Christmas scene! Part 2 I intend on uploading shortly after (I had hoped to do it tomorrow but it's starting to look like it might be after the 25th?). Without further ado, here's the story:

“Alright kids, it’s time for me to join your mother.” Susan’s father tapped her leg as he stood up. He navigated between their legs and the coffee table to the other side of the room. He eyed the glasses of leftover eggnog. “Don’t make yourself sick finishing that, I made way too much...”

“Alright, we’ll be careful. See you in the morning.” Nathan replied as Susan leaned over to his side, her head resting on his shoulder. The alcoholic eggnog clearly had an effect on her.

“G’night dad!”

He chuckled to himself before walking down the hallway, leaving the two alone in the living room. For a moment, all they heard was the soft whisper of the wind and the crackling of the wood. With just each other for their company.

“You know... this is so freakin’ amazing.”

“Huh?” Susan looked up to him. “What do you mean?”

“The traditions you guys have. I mean, every year you go to this cabin to just enjoy the holidays to their fullest. With how scattered-brain my parents are, we barely get any of that.”

“Not even for new years?”

“Mhm... I guess there’s that. Every other year they’re out and I’m-... I celebrate it with Noah and Eli.”

“Yeah...” Susan held his hand, pondering for a moment. “I mean- they are at least aware of it, right? They wouldn’t have sent them along with us today if they didn’t care for traditions, right?”

“Maybe... But anyway, I don’t want to be negative nancy, especially not on Christmas Eve.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah!” Susan leaned back up right, lunged towards her glass of eggnog and started to chug it.

“U-uhm... Susan?”

“Aaaaaah.” She used the sleeve of her Christmas sweater to wipe clean her mouth. “Fuck shy Susan.”

“...What?”

“I’m going to take your mind off of things! Plus it would kinda be a waste to leave it here, even if dad said it was fine.”

Nathan could only smile. He kissed her on the cheeks before grabbing his own glass and doing the same thing. He shuddered. “Aaargh... that stuff is not made to be chugged...”

“Ooh... I have an idea!”

“Wha? To make it more chuggable?”

“Nooo... we can build a snow man! I have an amazing idea.”

“Now? While it’s dark outside and even colder?”

“Mhmm!” She stood up like lighting, arms wide to balance the shifting weight that is her bouncing breasts. “Because this idea is something I’d only do when I’m tipsy like this. It’s going to be so gooood.”

“Oookay?” He had no idea what she meant, but he was more than happy to entertain whatever thought she might have.

They padded themselves up in winter clothing with thick jackets, gloves, scarves and beanies. Outside they met the biting-cold wind, but they were determined. Near the porch they started to make large snowballs to construct their snowmen. Given the scale it took a good twenty minutes.

“Okay you can look now!”

Nathan turned around to Susan being the proudest he had even seen her, a snowman with a significantly larger than normal chest.

“...Did you give your snowman... boobs?”

“Snowwoman, actually! What do you think?”

“It’s uh... actually pretty good. I’m impressed Susan! I’m glad my scarf went to such a work of art.”

"Thank you!” She gleamed like a magnificent peacock. “Hang on- I’m going to take a photo of it.”

“Oh, let me do that for you.” He took off one glove to use to navigate his phone, lining up the shot so both the snowwoman and Susan were in view. She almost recreated her initial reveal, her wide stance and grinning smile. Once the photo was made, she walked up to him to see the photo.

“Niice.” She leaned in to kiss him on the lips, her breasts a bulldozer to his torso. Nathan caught her several steps later, arms around her back with phone still in hand.

“Oookay Susan. I think it might be time to hit the hay, hmm?”

“Aww... It’s probably really damn cold inside too!”

“Mhm...” He looked at the door, then back at Susan with a grin. “I’ve heard there’s a way to quickly get warm.”

“Oh? ...Ooh Nathan!” She laughed, slapping him on his jacket. “I do quite like the sound of that.”

“And if that’s not enough... there is also some lovely warm milk to be had somewhere.”

With a grin on her face, she replied “Heh... where might that be then?”

“Via your own encompassing, vast, heavy, but lovingly tender breasts.”

“Pffft!” She slapped his jacket again. “Ooookay mister poetry! Then by all means, shall we stay warm together?”