Old Jacob Marley had been dead these past seven Christmases ago. Oop,sorry, wrong beginning....

.....Ebenezer Scrooge was known throughout the London town as the meanest, stingiest, miserliest man ever to walk the earth. And with good reason. His money-changing hole was the strictest establishment on Walker's Row there ever was. If you borrowed even a sixpence from Scrooge, why he'd see to it that if you didn't pay him back a crown and tuppance you'd be hauled off to the debtor's prison. A fine businessman Scrooge was, but not a very nice human being.

Although his partner in business had died seven years ago this very evening, Christmas Eve for that matter, Ebenezer Scrooge had continued to toil and drudge over the books, along with his clerk, a tall middle-aged man by the name of Bob Cratchit. Bob was a hearty fellow, he'd have to be to put up with the likes of Scrooge himself, and when he was at work he  sullenly followed Mr. Scrooge's instructions to the letter. He had to, or risk losing his 7 shillings-a-week position. Bob earned next to nothing working for Mr. Scrooge, hence his family suffered from it. Bob had fathered a nice large family. He had a lovely wife and five children, 2 boys and 3 girls. Martha, the oldest girl, was a fine young woman of 13 years of age. She had reached the age of employment and so had gone out and rang in as a garment worker to help support her brothers and sisters. 

The youngest Cratchit, Tiny Tim, was a lovable lad of 9, always quick with a smile and a kind word, even for strangers. Alas, he was stricken lame since birth, and Bob could not afford the doctors that were needed in order to make Tiny Tim walk again. But Bob and his family were very happy. And moreso this time of year since it was Christmas time! And now it was Christmas Eve and Bob was scribbling furiously in the ledger book while stealing glances at the clock on the wall. His fingers were numb from the cold, a single candle burning on his highboy. Mr. Scrooge would not hear of wasting an extra lump of coal. One rock was quite enough for the small cramped office.

The clock finally chimed seven bells and Bob Cratchit slipped his pen back into the inkwell and closed the ledger book. Dust spumed around him. Mr. Scrooge was also against hiring cleaning ladies to keep the office dust-free. 

Ebenezer Scrooge came out of his office looking every bit the dour curmudgeon that he was known to be. Bob handed him his hat and coat and nervously helped Mr. Scrooge on with his overcoat. He always dreaded what came next.

"I suppose you'll be wanting the whole day off tomorrow, eh, Cratchit?" Scrooge snarled.

"Er, if it's convenient, sir," Bob said meekly.

"Well, it's not convenient--and it's not right!" Scrooge bellowed.

"It--it's only once a year, sir," Bob intoned.

"Poor excuse to pick a man's pocket every 25th of December, I say. Very well. Have the whole day and be done with it. But be here all the earlier tomorrow morning. Understand?"

"Oh, yes sir! Thank you, Sir!" Bob nearly cried.

"Don't sound so melodramatic, Cratchit, you're lucky I'm giving you that much!"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Scrooge," Bob lowered his voice again and handed him his scarf.

Mr. Scrooge left the shop and Bob extinguished the lone candle and made sure that the wee fire in the hearth had burnt out completely. He donned his own coat, hat and scarf, and set out to make his way home. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and his oldest daughter Martha said she might be able to make it home to celebrate with the family if the factory would shut down early. Bob wished that she would be able to make it. He missed Martha much more now that she took the position at the factory. He smiled to himself as he thought of the possibility of seeing his eldest daughter tonight.

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Ebenezer Scrooge sat in front of his fireplace in his long nightgown, slippers and kerchief. He used his gloves to retrieve the bowl of steaming hot porridge from the fire. He sat back in his straight back chair and listened to the wind howl about the building's windows and doors. He was securely shuttered inside his drawing room, having locked all the security locks on the doors and windows. Ebenezer Scrooge did not wish for anyone to break into his home and steal all his hard-earned wealth.

As he tasted his porridge, Scrooge thought he heard a noise outside in the hall. Listening, he  dismissed it as the wind and continued eating. Then he heard the sound of bells ringing. He looked at his side-table and saw that his clapper was still. Then, he heard a mighty crash and looked to see his double-bolted door swing wide open and there appeared in the doorway a specter the likes of which he had never seen before.

"Who--who are you?" Scrooge inquired.

"Ask me who I was?" the spirit moaned.

"All right then, who were you?"

"In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley."

Scrooge stood aghast. This could not be. Old Jacob lie dead as a doornail for seven years now.

"I see you doubt my existence, Ebenezer," the specter lamented.

"I only doubt my senses," Scrooge replied, getting over his fright and regaining his toughness.

"What would you have me do to prove myself to you, Ebenezer?" the spirit asked.

"Can you sit?"

"I can."

"Then do it, and quickly."

The spirit that was Jacob Marley sat down opposite Scrooge. Girded around his waist were chains and lockboxes and safes of varying sizes and weights.

"What--why have you visited me here tonight, Jacob, old friend?" Scrooge asked. 

"I have watched you, my old friend, doing your business since the day I expired. Watching you live day to day and hour to hour as you go about changing people's lives forever. Yet you yourself have changed and altered people's lives in ways you know not nor care to, perhaps."

"I--I don't understand, Jacob. What do you mean when you say these things?"

"Just that in your life you can alter someone's fate by a stroke of your pen--but--little do you know the forbearance of your own life that still occludes those around you to this day and time."

"What--what can I do for you, Jacob?" Scrooge asked the specter.

"You have but three chances to redeem yourself, Ebenezer Scrooge. Three chances to  reclamate yourself, as it were. You will be visited by three spirits during the night that will assist you in finding that which was lost to you so many years ago."

"I--I'd rather not, Jacob, if it's all the same to you," Scrooge trifled.

"You have but no choice, Ebenezer," the spirit of Jacob Marley intoned. "Expect the first tonight when the clock tolls one."

"If it's all the same to you, Jacob, then I'd rather not," Scrooge said smugly.

But the specter paid no heed to Scrooge's remark and instead shook his chains and fetters and howled until Scrooge begrudgingly  accepted his fate thrust upon him that night.

And with that the specter arose and without moving his legs made his way to the window and the locked and bolted window slid up noiselessly.

"Look to see me no more!" the ghost of Jacob Marley intoned.

And as Scrooge watched the spirit floated through the opened window and into the night--gone. 

Scrooge then retired to his bed, drawing his silk bed-curtains closed around him securely and safely. Bah, humbug, he whispered to himself as he disappeared under his blankets.

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BONG!

Scrooge awoke on the stroke! He looked around nervously and warily parted the bed  curtains and peered out into the darkness. Nothing. Humph. All a bad dream, he muttered to himself as he went to lay back down.

Suddenly, an eerie glow emanated from the closed door of his bedroom. As he peered out from the bed-curtains again he saw the shape of a spirit take form and materialize through his closed door. Fully recognizable, Scrooge saw the form of an elderly white-haired man, kindly- looking and patient he seemed to be.

"Are--are you the spirit whose forthcoming was told to me?" he asked the spirit.

"I am."

"And are you the hope and chance I was told of?"

"I am."

"Pray, tell me, spirit, who are you? Or is it, who were you?"

"I am the ghost of Incest Past."

"Long past?"

"No, your past."

At the mention of the word "Incest" Scrooge's old miserly heart froze. He hadn't given any thought to THAT in quite a long time. Quite a long time indeed. He thought for sure that NO ONE knew anything about THAT. But then of course if anyone would know about THAT the spirit surely would!

"What would you have with me then, spirit?" Scrooge asked the old man.

"Much."

"Much--hmmm. Well, then, spirit, do what you must. Get on with it."

"Touch my robe, Ebenezer, and you shall be uplifted."

Scrooge touched the man's white robe and suddenly found himself being transported through the air as if he were flying. Yet he felt no cold nor wind nor any sensation that he was moving. Within seconds the old man and he were set upon a snow-covered pasture, outside of several stone-walled buildings. Scrooge recognized the surroundings instantly. This was where he attended the private school when he was just a lad.

"You recognize this place?" the spirit asked him.

"Of course! I was a schoolboy here!" Scrooge exclaimed.

"You remember good times here, then?"

"Well, no, not exactly good times--but, that's not what's important. I grew up here--you always remember the place where you grow up!"

"I see a deserted schoolhouse--with a lone boy inside--his friends all having left him behind to go and join their families for Christmas. You--  Ebenezer--are the boy, are you not?"

"Yes," Scrooge said dejectedly. "Forgotten by even my own father." 

"Yes, but I can see that not everyone has forgotten you, Ebenezer."

In an instant, Scrooge and the spirit were inside the one-room schoolhouse. Sitting at the long wooden table was a young boy of 14 years of age. Ebenezer Scrooge himself.

"Do not worry, Ebenezer. These are but shadows of things that have already occurred. We can neither be seen nor heard by those around us," the spirit told Scrooge.

As Scrooge and the old man looked at the saddened young lad they heard the sound of approaching horses and a carriage. Young Ebenezer Scrooge seemed not to hear it and kept on staring at the floor. The doors to the schoolhouse flung open and a young lass walked in.

"Fan! My sweet Fan!" invisible Scrooge cried. 

"Your sister, I believe," the spirit said. 

"Yes, Fan. My older sister. 16 to my 14" Scrooge remarked. 

"A very beautiful, frail creature," the spirit observed. 

"Yes, she was." 

Fan Scrooge was indeed a beauty. Long curly black hair surrounding a pretty button-nosed face. A smile as sweet as candy and a touch as soft as velvet. She rushed over to the dejected young lad sitting at the table and said,

"Ebenezer! Ebenezer Scrooge!" 

At the sound of her voice the lad looked up and immediately a huge smile crossed his  countenance. 

"Fan! Fan, you've come! You've come!" young Ebenezer exclaimed.

The two siblings hugged tightly and the spirit and invisible Scrooge watched the tender reunion. 

The siblings broke apart and young Ebenezer said,

"What brings you here, Fan?"

"Father has sent me to bring you home, Ebenezer!"

"Surely you jest, sister. Are you serious?"

"As serious as a bedpost!" Fan cried, tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh, I--I can't believe it!" young Ebenezer said.

He hugged his sister again, even more tightly than before.

"How did father--um, what did father say?" Scrooge asked his sister.

"Father was oh so nice, brother, you should have seen him. It was just last night that we were in bed together and I had asked him just one more time if maybe you should come home now that you've grown into a young man."

"And did he agree outright?"

"Well, at first not--but then I placed my hand on his huge prick and started rubbing it up and down like he likes me to do for him and soon enough he agreed to send me to fetch you. And then I took him in my mouth and when he had emptied his seed into my stomach he also said that you were never to come back here to this place again!"

"Oh, Fan! That's incredible! Thank you, dear sister!" 

The siblings hugged again and young Ebenezer Scrooge felt the softness now of his sister's young body pressed against his own. It had been so long since he had been with his sister. He had been sent off to this private school at the age of 6 and had been here ever since. When he was 5, his sister, who was 7 at the time, had introduced him to how it felt to have his willy played with. And ever since those times young Ebenezer had dreamed of one day seeing his sister again.

Young Ebenezer felt a stirring in his britches. His willy was getting hard. He broke their hug and Fan gazed down at her brother's lap and simply smiled.

"My, brother dear, that looks awful big. It must have grown some since you were 5."

"Oh, yes, Fan, it has grown tremendously. Why don't you take a look, sister dear?"

Fan's hands went to her brother's britches and opened the button that held them closed. She unbuttoned the fly and reached inside the opening. She grabbed hold of young Ebenezer's prick and drew it from the flap.

"Ooh, Ebenezer, it has grown! You certainly are a man now, aren't you?" his sister exclaimed upon seeing his hard rod. 

"I will be a man only when I can have you, Fan! Only then!"

"Then so be it, brother! I have wanted you for all these years. Father has not yet entered me so I wish you to be the first, dear brother."

"Oh, Fan, you don't know what that means to me!" young Ebenezer sighed.

Fan gripped her brother's prick and began to stroke it up and down in his lap. Young Ebenezer's prick was a good eight inches long. Of that fact Ebenezer was quite proud. But that was his only gift, it seemed. But to him it was enough.

"Oh, Fan, your hands feel like soft velvet on my tool. Ahhhh."

"Then perhaps, dear brother, you will also enjoy this!" Fan said as she leaned over his lap and engulfed his prick in her mouth.

Young Ebenezer sat upright as he felt his sister's mouth encompass his sex. Never had he felt such bliss. Not even his own hand compared to that which he felt now.

As Fan sucked on his prick, young Ebenezer began rubbing his sister's breasts through her dress. The underlying corset and brassiere did not allow him to feel her breasts completely but nevertheless he rubbed them in earnest.

Fan sat back up and said,  "Wait, Ebenezer, let me take off my dress so you can have at me better. And why don't you remove your trousers? Unzip me, dear brother!" Young Ebenezer unzipped his sister's dress in the back and saw a swath of white in the opening. While his sister slipped out of her dress Ebenezer removed his britches. He sat bare-assed on the wooden table bench. He had to be careful lest he find splinters in his cheeks. He gazed at his sister's loveliness, dressed now as she was in a white corset and white brassiere underneath. Fan had smallish breasts, for she was a small, frail, delicate creature indeed. Ebenezer's prick jutted upwards and bobbled as he reached out and tried to reach down inside the tight corset for his sister's breasts.

"Wait, Ebenezer--let me just open a few of these stays so you can--"

Having opened a few of the corset's stays Ebenezer was now able to dip his hands inside her top and fondle her small breasts. He felt her nipples already stiff and he pinched them tenderly. He managed to yank down one side of her loose corset and the cup of the brassiere, baring one of her young breasts to his gaze. He leaned forwards and latched his mouth onto one of the orbs, suckling at it like a baby would at its mother's teat.

Ebenezer's hands kept busy stroking his sister's exposed legs. She wore black nylon stockings which were attached to her garter belt. He ran his hands over her nylon-covered thighs, loving the feel of the hosiery. Her bloomers were white and lacy. He longed to see that part of her where he wished to put his member. Some of his better friends at the school, those who did not tease him, had allowed him to view their collection of books that displayed a variety of pictures showing a man and a woman having what the boys termed "sex". So Ebenezer  was prepared and felt that he knew what to do if the time should ever arrive for him to have "sex".

"I want you to take me, Ebenezer," Fan sighed as he licked at her tit. "Take me right here, dear brother. I want you to make me pregnant."

Young Ebenezer stopped sucking his sister's teat and sat straight up. He was shocked at first but then welcomed the invitation. 

"You shall have to remove my knickers, dear brother, though, so that we may join as one."

Young Ebenezer could not believe his luck. 14 and he was going to give his sister a baby. His prick throbbed with anticipation. His hands reached for Fan's bloomers.