Secret Santa Surprise: Book 29 in the Kindred Tales Series

by Evangeline Anderson

  Cushioned in layers of tissue paper was a sexy red, see-through negligee trimmed in silky white fur—a sinfully sexy Secret Santa Surprise.

  Melanie stared at it, trying to get her brain to process the sight. It took a moment, but at last, she understood—

  Clear had gotten her sexy lingerie for Christmas and apparently he expected her to wear it while she was alone with him and Strong.

  Now what was she going to do about that?

  12

  “You don’t think she’s changed her mind, do you?” Strong was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, where soothing gold and blue and green flames were crackling. He’d turned up the fire the minute they got in to set the mood.

  “I don’t think so.” Clear was busy in the kitchen. He had gotten out all the ingredients he thought they would need—eggs, flour, sugar, butter, a can of the human vegetable called corn, and also one of lima beans. He frowned at the items piled on his counter. Was he forgetting anything? Oh yes—bacon! He reached for it just as their front door chimed softly.

  “I’ll get it.” Strong hurried to the door and opened it to find Melanie standing outside.

  “Hello, boys.” She swayed into the living area, a secretive little smile playing around the corners of her lush lips. She was wearing a black dress that wrapped around her and tied at the side, but the minute Strong shut the door, she reached for the bow and untied it.

  Clear had come out into the living area by then, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

  “Hello, Melanie,” he said pleasantly. “I think we have everything we need to make Christmas cookies but I’m not sure if I have enough bacon so—”

  His words cut off abruptly as Melanie opened the black wrap dress she’d been wearing, exposing the sexiest outfit the Light Twin had ever seen.

  “Um…uh…” he heard himself saying but he couldn’t seem to get his brain to work—all he could do was stare as Melanie draped the innocuous black dress over the back of the couch and posed in front of them with her hands on her hips.

  The outfit was made of some sheer red fabric which was trimmed in soft white fur. There were vertical slits over both of Melanie’s full breasts but little white bows, strategically positioned over the points of her nipples, tied them closed to conceal her ripe mounds.

  The hem of the garment, which was edged in the white fur material, fell to mid-thigh, and it was transparent enough that Clear could see that Melanie was wearing matching panties with it. The panties also had a vertical slit, tied closed with a white bow.

  To add to the outfit, she was wearing tall black shoes with high heels. Clear and Strong had agreed that this human footwear was ridiculously impractical and yet somehow, it definitely added to a female’s sexual appeal. Why this was, neither one of them could understand, but it was definitely so.

  “Well?” Melanie purred and did a slow twirl, allowing them to admire her lush, curvy body from all angles. “Are you boys ready to make some Christmas cookies with me?”

  13

  For a moment they just stood there, staring. Melanie did a slow turn and watched as their shock turned to awe and then to lust. Oh yes—they wanted her.

  You want me but you can’t have me, boys, she thought, feeling sultry and sexy and naughty all at once.

  Honestly, she probably never would have considered wearing the provocative outfit if she hadn’t been feeling so good and sexy and confident following the party. But that warm, bubbly feeling she’d gotten after drinking the punch had only grown stronger. So when she saw the naughty little outfit that Clear had gotten her, she’d decided on impulse to put it on and go over.

  “Well?” she asked, when they had been staring at her for over a minute. “Are we going to make cookies or not?”

  “Oh, uh…sure.” Clear recovered first. He nodded quickly. “Come into the kitchen—I laid out all the ingredients I think we’ll need.”

  He started to go into the kitchen but Melanie stopped him with a hand on his broad shoulder.

  “Wait a minute—aren’t you two overdressed for baking?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at them. Both twins were still wearing their uniforms, which they’d had on at the party.

  “Are we?” Strong’s deep voice was hoarse and his eyes were roving over her body hungrily.

  “I’m afraid so,” Melanie said. “You know, baking can be a messy business. How about if you two go put on your PJs and then we can get started.”

  “Our ‘PJs’?” Clear asked, frowning.

  “You know—you’re pajama bottoms. Your sleep trousers—whatever you want to call them.” Melanie made a shooing gesture. “Go on—go get changed and then meet me in the kitchen. I’m going to have a look at the ingredients.”

  And she sashayed into the kitchen, letting her hips roll seductively without waiting to see if they would obey her or not.

  What exactly do you think you’re doing, Melanie? whispered a little voice in her head. This is a bad idea and you know it! You’re going to regret acting like this later…

  But the little voice was faint…so faint and light it was ridiculously easy to push aside—like batting aside a balloon.

  “I know what I’m doing,” Melanie murmured to herself. “I’m going to make Christmas cookies.”

  And in fact, that actually was her plan. She was going to make cookies with the twins and pretend all the while that everything was normal and she wasn’t half-naked in the naughty little outfit. She wanted to see how long it would take them to snap and do…well, who knew what they might do?

  And then all kinds of interesting things might happen. But for now, she intended to play it straight—just tease them a little and have some fun…

  She was just looking over the “ingredients” Clear had lined up on the counter and shaking her head when the two of them came back into the kitchen. This time both of them were bare chested and wearing only the long, black satin sleep trousers they’d had on when she woke up in bed with them.

  “Now, that’s more like it.” Melanie nodded approvingly. “You won’t mind getting flour on yourself if something happens to spill.” She smiled provocatively and beckoned them forward. “Now here’s how it’s going to go—Strong is going to measure and mix the ingredients and Clear is going to line the pans and do the actual baking.”

  “What are you going to do, sweetheart?” Clear’s smoky green eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low with desire.

  “I am going to be the supervisor. Oh, and I’ll also make the frosting,” Melanie informed him. “All the best Christmas cookies have frosting. So let’s get started.”

  She had them get out mixing bowls and measuring cups—luckily they had a well-stocked kitchen—and made Clear put back the canned vegetables.

  “What are we making—succotash shortbread?” she asked, poking him lightly in his broad, bare chest. “I don’t think so. No veggies allowed. These are going to be good old-fashioned Christmas cookies full of butter and sugar and flavor.”

  When everything was ready, she began dictating to Strong, telling the Dark Twin exactly how to measure the ingredients.

  “No, no—not like that. Here—let me show you,” she purred, when he dug a measuring cup into the flour. “You don’t want to pack it down—you need to just spoon it in gently and then level it off with a butter knife.”

  Coming around behind him, she put her arms around his trim waist and pressed her full breasts to his back as she talked and showed him what to do. She felt the Dark Twin’s big body stiffen against hers but that only made her press closer to his broad back.

  “See?” she asked, as she finished showing him how to measure and sift the flour. “That’s not so hard, is it?”

  “The technique isn’t hard,” Strong rumbled as she stepped away from him at last. “But I certainly am.”

  “Goodness, I think you’re right.” Melanie let her eyes drift down to the hard ridge of his cock which was pressing against the satiny fabric of his trousers. Daringly, she reached o
ut and let her fingers trail briefly over his thick length.

  He groaned softly and gave her a warning look.

  “Melanie…”

  “Well, it’s time to make the frosting,” Melanie said, giving the Dark Twin a naughty wink. “You just stir all those ingredients together until you form a nice stiff dough.”

  “The dough isn’t the only damn thing that’s stiff,” he growled, but did as she said, incorporating everything together quickly and efficiently.

  Melanie had everything she wanted for the butter cream fruit frosting she was going to make—except some fruit. Normally she liked to use just a little bit of lemon zest and once she’d even used a bit of strawberry puree. She didn’t need much—just a dab—but she had to have some kind of fruit because it made the cookies extra special.

  At last she spied a bowl with a couple of interestingly alien-looking fruits in it. They were triangular in shape and colored almost like a peach. Melanie picked one up and sniffed it—mmm, good! She was about to take a bite, just to be certain that it would work in the frosting, when a large hand gripped her wrist, stopping the fruit from getting to her lips.

  “I don’t think so, little one,” Strong rumbled. He was frowning down at her with a serious look on his face.

  “What?” Melanie looked up at him uncertainly. “Why not?”

  “That’s bonding fruit,” Clear said, leaving the cookies sheets he was lining with parchment paper and coming over to join them.

  “Bonding fruit?” Melanie frowned. “Why do they call it that? It smells delicious.”

  “And it tastes delicious too,” Strong said patiently. “But if you eat it, you’ll have an urgent biological need to bond with a male—or males.” He glared at her significantly.

  “It’s native to Twin Moons,” Clear told her. “And they call it bonding fruit because it allows a female to take the merged shafts of the Kindred warriors she wants to bond with deep in her body.”

  “Oh, my!” Melanie breathed, her eyes widening.

  “It’s also a potent aphrodisiac,” Clear went on.

  “It’ll make you ‘fucking horny,’ as you humans like to say,” Strong put in.

  If she was being completely honest, Melanie was already there. In fact, she couldn’t ever remember feeling so naughty and aroused and uninhibited in her life. But she thought it was probably best not to mention that…at least not right now.

  “So I can’t just have a tiny nibble?” she asked pleadingly. “It just smells so good.”

  “Let me ask you this—do you want to take both our shafts deep in your tight little pussy and get bonded to my brother and me tonight?” Strong growled.

  “Um…no?” Melanie was surprised that it came out as a question.

  “Then you can’t even have a ‘tiny nibble,’” the Dark Twin told her sternly. “So drop it little one.”

  He was still holding her wrist but he loosened his grip so that Melanie could drop the fruit back in the bowl. She licked her lips and met Strong’s piercing blue eyes as she did so.

  She had to admit she’d had a narrow escape but the truth was, that only seemed to make her feel sexier.

  “I always wondered how you two would fit your…equipment into a girl at the same time,” she said, giving the two of them a naughty smile. “I guess I didn’t get far enough in my research.”

  “Now you know,” Strong growled softly. “So if you don’t want to be ‘making cookies’ for real, you’d better leave the bonding fruit alone.”

  “I’ll leave it…for now,” she added and gave the Dark Twin a flirtatious wink. “Come on—let’s finish the cookies.”

  The good thing about the wave, was that it really did cook anything you put in it to perfection in a fraction of an instant. So after the cookies were shaped—by hand, since unfortunately, Clear didn’t have any cookie cutters—they were cooked perfectly almost as soon as he put them in.

  Melanie had decided to use vanilla extract in her frosting, since she hadn’t found any other suitable fruit. She whipped it up with a Kindred appliance that was a little like a hand mixer except it had four star-shaped interlocking beaters instead of two. It turned out to be much faster and more efficient than the regular model and she was pleased with the results. And as she worked on the frosting, Clear and Strong shaped and baked the cookies.

  When the frosting was finished, Melanie dipped a finger in the sweet, creamy mixture and walked over to Clear.

  “Open up,” she commanded. “And tell me what you think of my frosting.”

  Eyes wide, the Light Twin obeyed, opening his mouth and sucking her finger for a long moment to get the frosting off.

  “Delicious,” he muttered hoarsely, at last, when Melanie removed her finger.

  “I’m sure it is, Brother. I’d like to try some of that myself,” Strong growled.

  “Of course.” Melanie strolled back over to the frosting bowl and dipped her finger in again. But as she was raising it to his mouth, the Dark Twin caught her wrist to stop her.

  “I’d rather taste it off your lips, little one,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her.

  Melanie’s heart started to beat harder but she didn’t hesitate a moment.

  “That can be arranged,” she purred. She painted the frosting on like lipstick and then looked up at the Dark Twin. “Well? Come and get it if you still want a taste.”

  With a low growl of pure lust, Strong gathered her to his hard chest. Bending her over his arm, he took her mouth in a ravaging kiss that left Melanie breathless.

  For the first time, it occurred to her that she might be getting in over her head. Strong’s mouth on hers was relentless, demanding entry and then exploring her thoroughly, as though he had every right to do so.

  Melanie couldn’t help kissing back. And as she did, she became aware that Clear was there too, standing just behind her and stroking her hair and shoulders. She felt completely surrounded by the two big, male bodies and it made every inch of her throb.

  You’d better stop, whispered a little voice in her head. Stop while you still can, Melanie. Or you’re going to end up doing a lot more than making cookies tonight!

  “Wait a minute!” she gasped, when Strong at last broke the kiss.

  “Yes, little one?” He gave her a lazy smile. “Are you sorry you offered me a taste?”

  “No, but I just…” Melanie straightened up, trying to get her scattered thoughts together. “I…I didn’t only come here to make cookies tonight,” she said at last.

  “Oh no?” Clear murmured, raising an eyebrow. “Why else did you come, sweetheart?”

  “To…to…” Her eyes fell on the bonding fruit and she had an idea. “I wanted to do some first-hand research—to get more ideas for my Twin Kindred vid,” she said.

  “All right.” Strong nodded. “I think we can help you with that. What do you want to know?”

  “Why don’t we go into the living area?” Clear suggested. “The cookies are all done now. Shouldn’t we give them time to cool before we frost them?”

  “Yes—that’s exactly right.” Melanie nodded.

  “All right. Then let’s go.” And Strong ushered her out of the kitchen with Clear following right behind.

  As they went, Melanie wondered what in the world she was going to do next. She had no idea…

  14

  They settled on the big, overstuffed couch which fit the three of them perfectly with Melanie in the middle. The flickering green and gold and blue flames dancing in the fireplace before them provided the only light in the dim room. It cast the twins’ faces into light and shadows and made their positions seem much more intimate than Melanie had been expecting.

  She bit her lip, looking from one to the other. Both sets of eyes—the piercing blue and the smoky green—were trained on her and both were half-lidded with lust. Were things about to go too far? Should she get up and go now?

  But I don’t want to go, she thought, feeling a surge of desire. I want to st
ay and see what happens.

  The big, muscular bodies on either side of hers felt so warm and solid and their scents mingled into a single dark, masculine spice that made her want more—although more of what, she wasn’t exactly sure.

  “Now…” Strong turned to her, one long, muscular arm along the back of the couch. “What exactly did you want to know, little one? We’ll answer anything you ask us,” he added.

  “Well, as I was telling Clear, I’m trying to explain in the vid about the Twin Kindred’s need to…to share a mate,” Melanie said, rather breathlessly. “I already understand that it hurts you physically to touch a female without your brother touching her too—correct?”

  “True.” Strong nodded.

  “It’s kind of a low-level electrical shock,” Clear explained.

  “Is that why you were touching me while…while Strong was kissing me?” Melanie asked him, turning to the Light Twin.

  “Yes. But I also just wanted to stroke your soft hair and silky skin,” he answered softly. “Strong and I have never been with an Elite before—I wanted to touch you.”

  As he spoke, he reached up and brushed his knuckles gently down her heated cheek.

  Melanie leaned into the touch, feeling a shiver of desire run through her. But she knew if she wasn’t careful, they were going to pick up right where they had left off in the kitchen and that wasn’t her intention…was it?

  She honestly wasn’t sure anymore. Reluctantly, she pulled away.

  “Tell me,” she said, turning to Strong, who had been watching his brother touch her with interest. “Do you…when you make love to a woman—do you, uh, take turns or do you both…you know, pleasure her at the same time?”

  “Well, that depends,” the Dark Twin rumbled.

  “On what?” Melanie asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “On what part of you we’d be pleasuring. For instance, you have two lovely breasts and there are two of us…”

  As he spoke, he ran one long finger from the top of her right breast, down over the sloping curve and the tight tip of her nipple. Melanie gasped but didn’t move away from his hand. She felt her peak tingle at his touch, just under the silky white bow which was the only thing keeping the vertical slit in the see-through red fabric closed.