Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  I step away, placing my arm out as a warning to give me space. “And why didn’t you tell me? I was never the same after you let me go.”

  His eyes soften, drawing his shoulders up with his hands placed at his sides. His stare is focused on his feet. He’s avoiding eye contact.

  “I watched you spiral. There wasn’t anything harder, and…” Isaiah twists his body from me, walking away to the other end of the bedroom. “Please close the door behind you when you leave.”

  He’s leaving me again. I’m not done because my message still hasn’t been received. Moving toward the door he’s disappeared behind, my hands lose the battle with it, but he won’t be able to miss my threat.

  “Listen to me, you fuck nugget, stay away from Kenzie. Do you fucking hear me? Stay away from her.” I cross the room to the hallway door, slamming it behind me, my dramatic departure yet another warning my sister is off fucking limits.

  Chapter 8

  Isaiah

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  I hide in the master bathroom; River had continued with banging.

  My mouth is dry, and my stomach rumbles. I’m an asshole and only suppress the real me, behind the asshole I display. These two things are such contrasting behaviors, but there’s a thin line that connects both.

  There had been hurt in River’s eyes, and in my own self-loathing, I should run after him and apologize for my actions. Could I have been honest with him two years ago and risk my relationship with Robert? And River is just enough this side of hard-headed; he wouldn’t have relented until he’d gotten his way. I have limited restraint.

  My sexual fluidity has been a part of me for years. I never understood what it meant, where I could be attracted to a man as I was a woman. It’s never been about gender for me, but the person. That occurred only when I got to know he or she on a deeper level. It’s how I fell in love with Tanya.

  People had versions and opinions about what I am. I was me, and a label would never change that at the end of the day. Was I bi? Was I gender blind? Was I pan or even demi? It didn’t matter because I’d started to care for River well before he declared his love for me, having dropped to his knees, and began to unbuckle my pants to suck my cock. And fuck, would all of it had been perfect if not for the fact he was only sixteen and was Robert’s pride and joy. Both Kenzie and River were.

  And the mouth of that girl. Hell, I could put it to better use than the sass that falls from it usually.

  I want to comfort both kids, but the second I let my guard down, I’ll be so screwed. How could I do this to Robert? And for fuck’s sake. I loved Tanya. She was mine until Robert walked into the room, an hour after Tanya and I had met. Robert and I were best friends from childhood. I saw the way they both instantly lit up, and it became even more evident as time went on. Robert knew I loved her, but I stepped aside because there was never any way I could compete with what those two shared.

  I’d wept for Tanya as Robert had the day she died. But Kenzie is both the spitting image of her mama and so different in every aspect. Tanya was sweet, and where Kenzie is, too, her mouth will get her into a heap of trouble. At the thought of Kenzie’s mouth, I have a lot I want to use it for.

  My thoughts race to both of Robert’s kids, and my mind wanders to what could have been if Tanya was still alive. And yet, I think of what could be with River and Kenzie.

  Popping my head out into the hall, River is standing against the wall, next to my bedroom door.

  I storm him, as I’ve done before, pulling him into my room by his shirt. I push his body against the same wall as earlier.

  “I shouldn’t want you. But I do. I thought my love was all-consuming for Tanya. It’s nothing compared to how I feel about you, or…”

  I don’t say but it’s not needed. He gives me a bob of his head, as though he knows what I mean, or rather, who I mean.

  “I should let you walk away.” He’s quiet, his eyes on fire for me, for where this is going. “Do you want to walk away?”

  He shakes his head no, and I continue because I can’t offer him anything, only tonight.

  “This isn’t more than one night, Riv. I can’t offer you more, and at this point, Robert may just come back to kill me.”

  His hand lands on my cheek. “I’ll take what I can get. With you, I’ll always take what I can get.”

  I won’t fuck his ass, though I want to. He should be with someone who can give him more than a night, but I’ll give him an experience.

  My mouth covers his in a split second, and his lips are as soft as I remember the few times I allowed his taste to invade me.

  “Bed,” I growl through our shared kiss. He obeys, and in the bedroom, he’s a good boy, to always abide by my wishes. “Off with your pants, off with your boxers.”

  He begins to pull his shirt over his head and our body, skin to skin, will make me want more than just one night. “Nope, boy, the shirt stays on.” There’s confusion written on his face, with the way his eyebrows knit together, but he doesn’t challenge me.

  “Lie on your stomach, hands above your head.” It’s another demand he takes at face value. “I can’t fuck you tonight. Because if I do, I won’t give you up tomorrow.”

  “No one has to know, Ize.” It’s the nickname he’d given me two years ago. I’ve missed having something only he calls me.

  “It’s this or nothing.” I lean over to the dresser, grabbing the lube, pouring a generous portion on my fingers. With one, I breach his virgin ass, and he’s tight. At the thought, my mind goes there, how my dick would feel stretching him.

  “I want you to know how great it feels,” I begin.

  The boy and his mouth doesn’t surprise me. “Your uncut cock would feel ten times better.” But when I let another digit breach his puckered hole, his moan radiates and echoes in my room.

  His hands reach for my dick. “Please, I need it, to touch it, then in my mouth.”

  He wants to blow me, yeah, I have plans for him.

  “All things come if you wait patiently.” And a third finger enters him. “Now, I’m not removing my fingers from you, but I need you to roll over.” I have a plan, one that will give him an orgasm he’ll forever remember.

  He does as I’ve ordered, and when I have access to his dick, I begin jerking him off, and every once in a while, I lick the tip of his cock.

  “Fuck, Ize, I’m going to come.” I continue with his ass, and my tongue and my other hand, and he begins to shake, and his cum paints his stomach. And because I’m a glutton for punishment, I lick every bit of him.

  “I swear to the heavens, that was fucking hot.” But I’m not done. I push off the bed and strip from the waist down, and with my hand, I move his mouth to the side of the bed, where he has access to my cock.

  “Suck me, boy, suck me hard, and suck me fast. And when you’re done, swallow everything. Remember my taste because this is it.”

  I expect his mouth to smart off, but he does as I command.

  His lips are something else, and as my stomach and every part of me beg, I spill my seed in him. He’s a good boy in my bed; he does as he’s been told.

  There’s a smile plastered on his face. I can get used to this, to him, but I can’t.

  “Shut the door on the way out,” I order, making my way to the master bathroom. I steal one last glance at River Hanson, and it pains me to send him away, but I can’t have him, not like I want.

  Chapter 9

  River

  I thought I hated him two years ago. It’s nothing compared to what he just put me through. He told me what it was going to be like and did I really think he’d change his mind? The stubborn bastard.

  I walk past Kenzie’s door, across from my own door, and something behind it has me stopping. She’s crying, and with a push of it, my eyes adjust, with the moon illuminating the room. I realize, she’s not crying, and the covers are pushed off of her, and she’s completely naked.

  “Yeah, right there, yeah, baby, right there.”

  If the
covers weren’t thrown aside, I’d think there was someone in the bed giving her pleasure. One hand is playing with her tit, and the other is playing with her clit. Thank fuck, I have 20/20 eyesight, and Kenz is as blind as a bat. I stay in the cracked doorway, watching a wet dream come true.

  “Uncle I, right there. Right fucking there.” She’s fantasizing of Isaiah fucking her? “And, Riv, I need your cock. Can I taste you?” It’s similar to how I begged Isaiah for his cock just earlier. It hits me, as if it hadn’t before, she’s exploring her body, with Isaiah and myself in mind. And if I didn’t have enough for the spank bank, she’s given me the keys to the kingdom.

  What a fucking nightmare, and fantasy at the same time, as I still can taste Isaiah in my mouth.

  I avoid the asshole as though he’s the black plague and will surely be my death. He sure as fuck possibly will be the death of me. Kenzie has stayed in her room all day, and every time I passed the room, I could hear her crying. This time, she was indeed shedding tears instead of bringing herself to pleasure.

  I went in once and held her, as she screamed with her grief. The next time, I let her cry it out. I’m not sure when we’ll go back to school, but all our teachers are allowing us to take our exams after the Christmas break, and with both our grades, there’s no fear we’ll fail.

  After sitting in the room Charles will fix up as a place where I can be alone with my music, I begin to jot down a couple chords and lines to my next song. It’s about death, grief, and unanswered questions. There’s a rage in the music, and with my favorite guitar, I strum some of the notes, with the lyrics.

  I try to forget or replay last night, and then what I saw with Kenz, but as much as I try, I can’t. There’s so many conflicting emotions. Losing Mom and Dad. Regretting the many ways I’ve mistreated Kenzie along with the orgasm Isaiah claims will never happen again.

  A knock pulls me out of everything attempting to take me under, and before I can answer, Kenzie opens my door.

  “Riv?” She sniffles.

  “Yeah, Kenz?” I ask, and my heart hurts; no, it’s crushed when my eyes fall on her face. It’s puffy, eyes bloodshot, and the sniffles from her day of pure grief has me broken.

  “Um, I need to sleep and I can’t.” She pauses and then turns around. “Never mind, it was stupid.”

  I erase the space between and stop her from exiting the door before she has a chance.

  “What is it, Kenz?” I’d do anything to alleviate her grief.

  “It’s stupid. I mean, I don’t even know if I can trust you, that you want to be my brother.”

  I square her body with mine. “I meant it, Kenz,” I say and it’s a pledge.

  “Um, I need sleep and I can’t sleep alone, because I wake to nightmares. Can you lie next to me? Maybe if I have someone near me, I’ll feel safe.”

  I want her to be safe with me. I grab for her hand and pull her behind me to my room. I tuck her in, and I lie on top of the comforter. She instantly closes her eyes, and I stroke her forehead. When her breathing evens out, I know she’s asleep, and I follow suit.

  My phone is in my hands. I’ve been asleep for two hours, and Kenz is still next to me, but her butt is backed up to my very happy erection. As I back away from her, she continues to push her butt into me. I don’t want to wake her up, but I don’t need my sister knowing she’s given me a woody.

  I roll out of the bed and quickly move to the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror with every image that normally would deflate my hard-on, but it doesn’t work. The only thing I can do is to jack off, or I’ll have too much to explain to Kenzie.

  One hand is on the sink, grounding me, and the other is using all the images from the last couple of days to get off. I’m close, and a couple more jacks with long and hard pulls, I cream the hand towel that collects my cum. My eyes are averted from the towel to the mirror, and the reflection of Kenzie scares me.

  “Oh, fuck.” She slams the door the second I see her. How the fuck had I not locked it?

  I pull up my track pants, and she’s sitting on my bed, having found my stash. A joint is in my very innocent sister’s fingers, as she takes a toke.

  “I figured we needed something to take off the edge.” I make my way to her.

  “Sorry about that, Kenzie. I was trying to let off some…”

  She passes me the joint, and I wonder if she’s done this before. She hasn’t coughed at all.

  “I can tell you let out a lot of fucking steam, Riv.”

  I can’t fault her, not after watching last night. Even though she doesn’t know it, we’re even.

  Chapter 10

  Isaiah

  It’s been three weeks since the kids have moved in, and somehow, we’ve made it to the twenty-third of December. I’ve barely seen or talked to River since our night together. And I miss him.

  My routine hasn’t changed, not since I moved into this house and Charles took over all of my day-to-day decisions, having my suit in the closet, ready for me by the time I wake at five a.m. Off my en-suite master is a home gym. I spend an hour working out my frustration with the weights and the treadmill.

  It still hasn’t changed, not in the past three weeks since the kids have moved into the mansion.

  Tension spreads through my shoulders, and to my back, with every worry I didn’t have five weeks ago before Robert tasked me with this impossible request.

  Even the steam shower does nothing for my growing erection at the thought of Kenzie in her short skirt or River’s face of vulnerability as I told him how much I hated sending him away.

  Why is it I can’t for the life of me get either kid out of my system when I have a line full of men and women alike who want me for one night?

  Yeah, I know the answer to the question, though I cannot verbalize it out loud or even in my sick mind.

  After longer upstairs than I typically take, I’m in the living room, faced with the many boxes I’d instructed the movers to deliver early this morning. Charles is busy with the new task, inventorying all the different items and packing them gently back into the appropriate boxes.

  “Sir, Mrs. Phillips has your breakfast for you in the kitchen. Or would you like her to remake it since you’re a little behind schedule today?”

  My eyes wander from box to box, with a few items displaced for Charles. The crystal merry-go-round Robert had given to Tanya their first Christmas together is a reminder of all I’ve lost. I run my hand over the top of my head, happy to see it’s survived all these years.

  “I will take that as a yes, Mr. Woods.” He quietly departs the room, but my mind is on the memory of Tanya opening it. We lived together in a two-bedroom apartment. It was my own sort of hell, but I had both my best friends in my life. It was better than not having them within arm’s reach, even if I did hear them making love late at night.

  “Wow, I’ve not seen this in a long time.” Kenzie appears out of thin air. My eyes had been glued to the item Tanya displayed on a bookshelf, as long as I remembered. Even after she died, Shannon kept it out until one year, Robert told me it was too hard to look at. Then he felt guilty that he missed Tanya so much when his love for Shannon was just as intense.

  She steps in front of me, and I don’t miss the skirt that barely covers her ass. “Where did you find that? I was hoping Mom had kept it.” It’s always hard when Kenzie refers to Shannon as her mom. I adored Shannon; I really did. However, Shannon could never take the place of Tanya for me. And with Kenz being so young, she never knew anyone but Shannon as her mom.

  “It was actually your father who put it up. Shannon never wanted to part with your biological mother’s items. But your dad carried this guilt with him for loving Shannon so much but missing Tanya at the same time. He always warred with himself over loving Shannon and still loving Tanya.”

  With my explanation, I can’t seem to take my eyes off Kenzie’s ass.

  “Wow, I never knew that.” Her hand traces where my hands just were. “I guess I can see how it would be hard.
Dad would often tear up at any picture of Tanya.”

  She pauses for a second, her tone changing. “By the way, are you going to tell me what’s up between River and you?” It’s such a sudden conversation shift between us, and we maintain a deep and prolonged stare.

  I break the silence, with every bit of realization I’ll not win this round. “If it were any of your business, I most likely would tell you, but considering I give zero fucks if you care, I won’t.”

  Her eyes glisten at my harsh words. “Mom always claimed you were the world’s biggest SOB when you’re upset.”

  I move toward her; the desire to be within the same airspace as my goddaughter overwhelms me. I don’t need to escape, as is my ploy with many after getting what I want. And more importantly, I’m lost as to what I want with the mini clone of Tanya’s. To say I want to sink my raging cock into her wet cunt is an understatement. But do I fucking care?

  “I know this is a hard time of the year, but you may regret not celebrating Christmas. I wanted to give you an option to decorate this year.”

  Kenzie stands still, and her smart mouth stays mute. Taking a step back from me, she covers her mouth with her hand, her eyes watering, about to overflow.

  “Kenz, it’s just an idea. I won’t push you, and if you don’t want to decorate, I’ll have Charles take down all the Christmas shit today. I didn’t want to make this decision for you or River.”

  As though she’s not sure where she should look, she avoids eye contact. In a shaky voice, her reply is barely audible. “One minute you’re an ass, and the next minute you’re worried about us, letting River and me decide what’s best, which by the way, you barely do. When I think I want to hate you, there’s a little bit of the man I used to call Uncle Isaiah.”

  She’s giving me a backhanded compliment, and I’m conflicted about how to reply. “I mean, I can be an ass if you’re more comfortable. Do you want me to demand you celebrate Christmas?”