"You two have been such good girls," Santa rumbled, his deep voice thick with lust as he watched the siblings kneel before him.

Cherry looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But we've been naughty, too, Santa," she said, her voice sultry. Cinnamon nodded in agreement; her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Santa chuckled, stroking his long white beard. "Naughty can be fun, you know," he said, his eyes twinkling with a knowing smile. "In fact, it's been quite enjoyable watching you both this year." His gaze drifted over them, lingering on the curves of their bodies.

Did you like spending Christmas with us Santa?

Santa's smile grew wider as he nodded. "Oh, indeed I did," he said, his eyes gleaming with something that could either be joy or something much darker. "And I suspect we'll have many more Christmases together."

Outside the cozy cabin, the world was plunged into despair. Little boys and girls sobbed into their pillows, their Christmas stockings empty and cold. Their parents tried to console them, telling tales of how busy Santa must have been, promising that he'd surely come next year. But deep down, they were as confused as the children. The magic of Christmas seemed to have abandoned them. The snow fell in silent, mournful flakes, as if even the weather was in mourning for the lost joy.

Meanwhile, inside the warm embrace of the room, the scene was quite different. The siblings, Cherry and Cinnamon, snuggled closer to the large man in the red suit, his chuckles turning into a deep, satisfied sigh. The room was filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, the fire crackling comfortably in the corner. The lights on the tree cast a soft, flickering glow over their tangled limbs. The only sound was the occasional jingle of a bell from the Christmas decorations, serving as a sweet lullaby for their shared slumber.