Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  My heart goes out to him. I’ve never seen it from his point of view because until now, I wasn’t convinced the man had a heart.

  “River?” I ask, as though he’ll understand what I want answers to. And maybe he will because it’s all I’ve asked since realizing the past these two shared, without my knowledge.

  “Kenz, I know I promised you we’d do this, but I’m spent. Can we finish with our personal ornaments tomorrow night?”

  River steps from Isaiah’s embrace, and with a nod of my head, he almost runs for the stairs leading to our part of the house.

  “Isaiah?” It’s my turn to cry. I’m overwhelmed with so much emotion. The loss of Mom and Dad. The memories of the mom I never knew and the love Isaiah obviously had for her. River, the change in him, his desire to protect me, and the almost kiss we could have shared. Now, I see Isaiah indeed has a heart, and my own heart is on fire for what I’ve witnessed between both men.

  I take the ornament that meant so much to Isaiah and cradle it as if staring at it will give me the lost memories of my first mom.

  “Kenzie, I mean it. I only want to help you. I’ve only ever wanted to help you. It’s why I’ve given you space. It’s why I’ve been absent from your life.”

  “You have feelings for me because you once loved my mom, and I’m second place?”

  It now makes sense. He’s confessing how he cares for me because if he couldn’t have Tanya, he might as well settle for the daughter. And where I thought just a second ago, I had affection toward him, I don’t any longer.

  “You are your own person, Kenzie Grace Hanson. There’s a lot of Tanya in you, but there’s so much more making you unique. I had to give you space, both you and River, because I’m sick, wanting you in the ways I never should.”

  “You want me?” My affection has changed.

  He breaks the slight distance between us, takes my chin, and lifts it where our eyes meet, and I’m lost in the new Isaiah before me for the first time. Though, is he really a new man, now with the understanding he’d rather go without me in his life than to lose my dad?

  “Kenzie, I’m walking away now. Not because I want to, but because it’s the right thing to do.”

  He leans down and gives me a peck on the cheek, but it soon lands on my lips. A love bite on the bottom lip begins the passionate kiss. His tongue doesn’t stop its assault with my own, and I cherish every fucking moment of him. He pulls away slowly, dropping a kiss on my nose, and then exits as quickly as River had.

  I can only watch him and wonder what the fuck this night has done to all of us...

  River isn’t in his room. I knock on his own space next door, aside from our bedrooms. I picked a library, and Charles already has gathered many books, ordering more. River has made his room into his own personal music den. Several guitars hang on the wall, and he’s strumming one of the strings of his acoustic guitar.

  “Hey, you,” I begin and yank him out of his bubble.

  He looks at me for a split second, then back at his guitar. “Well, that was a first.” His voice is low and a bit raspier than I’ve ever heard. “What a fucking night.” His eyes search mine and the man has tears, and his cheeks are stained, eyes puffy. “Kenz, I’m not all right in the head. There’s something wrong with me.”

  “Wrong? Do you mean because you’re a former asshole? Wait, you’re more of a recovering asshole.”

  I try to break his vulnerability with a joke because he doesn’t show this side to others often. I think he’ll appreciate something light at the moment.

  He shakes his head, swiveling around in a desk-like chair on wheels.

  “Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to make light of losing Mom and Dad.”

  He pushes from his feet, but the chair stays between us, his back to me. “Losing Mom and Dad is something we’ll never get over.” There’s a lull to his whisper, a comfort in the words we, and we’re in it together. “But, as much as I miss them, and I would give back everything to have them here, I’m not talking about them.”

  It’s a subject he’s made clear is not up for discussion, and I tread lightly. “You and Isaiah. I had no idea. No wonder you both hate each other with a pull to be within one another’s space.”

  He twists around, where I witness his eyes, and they’re ablaze, and are on fire, and are directed toward me.

  “I’m not talking about Isaiah, but I won’t lie, there’s a pull for sure.”

  He takes a step around the chair to stand in my space. “Kenzie, you want to know the real reason in the past three years I’ve gotten worse with you, making your life harder?”

  My line of sight drifts down his body, unsure where this confession is going.

  “I may just go to hell, Kenz, but…” He tips his head to mine, and his eyes connect with my own gaze.

  “Kenz, you have a choice right now. You need to walk away, or I’m going to cross a line I very well may never be able to come back from.”

  The touch of my chin, with his long fingers, a little calloused from years of playing the guitar, is way more intimate than a sibling relationship should ever be.

  “I’m warning you, Kenz.” I may have had rum a couple hours ago, but my mind is clear, and my feet stay planted on the floor. I’m not moving. I have to see where this may go and sure as hell may regret it in the morning, but I want his lips on mine.

  Chapter 15

  River

  Kenzie hasn’t moved. I’ve given her ample warning, and she’s still in my reach; her lips are in direct line to mine. I can feel her breath on my skin. I’ve wanted this longer than I was willing to admit. It’s more than a physical attraction. It’s a connection to Mom and Dad. It’s depraved and sick and so many other kinds of wrong. If I don’t take her and claim her as mine, she may fall into the arms of Isaiah. I’ve seen how he looks at her. Maybe he’d be a better choice without the family relationship we share. But if he were to hurt Kenzie the way he had hurt me, when I’d been willing to give him so much, I’d end him.

  “Kenz, last chance, sister. I’m going to kiss you, and your flavor will stay with me. It’ll be intoxicating, and I’ll come back for more, each time pushing you a little more until all of you belongs to me.”

  A breathless whine escapes her lips, and my cock follows suit, poking her in the stomach. Her gaze falls to where I’m not hidden in my athletic pants.

  “Sorry, the bastard has a mind of his own.” My hand connects with her cheek. It’s so soft, and I wonder if I’m the first man who has touched her here, and I lean down and place a chaste kiss on her forehead.

  “This is wrong, Riv, but this may have been one reason I followed you around. Did I know then how important you were to me, even if this is twisted, forbidden, and taboo as fuck?”

  I stop and look at her. I’ve known she’s beautiful, but have I ever really searched her soul like this? Have I ever done this with another human being? The answer is yes, and he happens to be under the same roof.

  “Hell, Kenzie. You’re so beautiful. And sweet, and innocent, and I’ll give you one more warning, if you don’t walk away, you’ll be mine. Because once your taste is embedded on my lips, I’m never letting go.”

  I want more, but I won’t take it tonight, so I’ll start with her tongue.

  “I want you, River. I can’t walk away. Maybe I’ve always wanted this between us.”

  There’s regret in her eyes. I won’t allow for one second to stay there. “No, Kenz, that was me. I was the ass. I was the one who messed up a real relationship when Mom and Dad were alive.”

  Her eyes flash with what I’ve learned to read in her for years. It’s fear. “Will this not be a real relationship?”

  I push back a strand of her chestnut hair from the beauty of Kenzie’s face. “Oh, baby. I can’t walk away. This is real, as real as it fucking gets.” Tilting my head down to her, I suck on her lower lip. She lets the slightest moan leave her mouth, and in it, she opens up, granting me access. My tongue breaches her lips, and her flavo
r of cinnamon and vanilla ruins me for future women.

  My hands travel down her lower back, and like the girl I’ve always thought she may be, it has taken the right person for her to relax into. She comes closer to my body, rolling her hips into my erection.

  “Oh, fuck,” I speak into her mouth. “You keep doing that, I’m going to embarrass myself.”

  “More, River. I’ve wanted more for so long, with you and….”

  She speaks, backing away, slapping her mouth. I don’t need confirmation; I understand who the hell she’s talking about. I’ve seen the way her eyes roam his body when he’s in the room. I get it; the son of a bitch has my heart, too.

  I snake my arms around her waist, bringing her back to me. “I don’t want to let you go; I really don’t, Kenz.”

  “I don’t want you to let me go. I need you…”

  I tip her sight to mine. “No, not tonight. Not like this. You’re drunk; we’re mourning. I need you to take a couple of days, really think about it.”

  “But, you said I’m yours; I’m all yours.”

  I stop her with a kiss on her lips; it’s sweet and certainly never a way I’ve kissed another, not with other girls.

  “I did, and I meant it, but if you truly don’t want this after a couple days, I’ll let you go, but… I’m in, Kenz. I’m so fucking in, I never want to get out of us, of this. And one day, if you let me claim you, I’ll be gentle, so fucking gentle, when I take your virgin pussy, and make us one.”

  She clears her throat, almost choking on the air. “You can’t say pussy and then send me off to bed.”

  “Did I say I was sending you off to bed? No, I’m going to show you what a real man does.” I slip down her fucking short skirt. Now I’m on board with Isaiah. The asshole was onto something. No more short skirts for others to get their kicks off with.

  Her panties slide down with them. I move her around, placing her gently on the chair. “Spread those legs for me.” I pull her down where her cunt is at the edge of her seat. “You have a beautiful pussy, so fucking perfect. Has anyone ever tasted it before?”

  Her breathing is shallow. “N-no,” she stutters out. “N-nobody, Riv. I’ve only ever wanted…”

  My fingers spread her pussy lips, and they stroke her clit. “Have you ever come before?”

  “Y-yeah, by my fingers. Only by my fingers.”

  “Now, baby, you’re going to come from my tongue. So perfect, baby, so fucking perfect.” My tongue hits her clit slightly and her cry is so innocent and fucking hot at the same time. “I love your aroma. Do you bathe in cinnamon and vanilla?”

  She laughs a sweet giggle but doesn’t answer. Does she understand what she does to me? Oh, fuck, my hand will have to do the trick when I push my pants down to the floor. “This is all you, baby, but can I get off while I get you off?”

  Her lips quirk into a carefree smile. “I can do it, not great, but….”

  I growl, and the idea of her getting another guy off has my hackles up.

  “I’ve not done it, so you can put away your indignation, Mr. Slut Man.”

  She’s got me there. “Can I get back to eating your pussy now while I jack off my imposing member?”

  “Oh, so very full of yourself,” she mocks, and I shut her up with more attention to her clit. “Riv, yeah, oh, River.”

  I should walk away. I knew the second she followed me, not just into my room but sought me out in my music space, I’d not send Kenzie away.

  Her hand glides through my hair and gives pressure to where she wants my tongue.

  I’m stroking my cock, about to come as her sweet little moans only indulge my need to get off, as much as my desire to bring my sister, my fucking sister, to pleasure. Right now, she’s not my sister; she’s just someone who happens to share my same last name.

  Chapter 16

  Isaiah

  My eyes stay fixed to the screen I’ve not moved my gaze from. When I set the security camera up years ago, it was to keep tabs on the booze I had kept in that room. I don’t know why, but I wanted to know where River was. And because his guitars are like books for Kenzie, I took a chance, only to make sure he was okay.

  I wanted to go after him. It was an idea, and a bad one at that, but as I watch his mouth on Kenzie’s pussy, my raging erection is needing attention. I won’t look away. Both Kenzie and River giving in and healing one another.

  I’m not judging them. I’m the most depraved man I know, and I’ve had my share of perverse moments for the night.

  The sound is on, and when River gets jealous at the idea of Kenzie jerking another man off, it’s adorable, the way he heats with fury for her. Her chestnut hair falls forward in her face. The way he is multi-tasking, taking both her pleasure and his pleasure on himself, is a type of arousal I can’t explain.

  I could teach them so much, so much about the life they could have. Just not sexually—however I’d school them in ways not found in most sex books. As I’ve studied to make myself a self-made man, I’ve learned how to be the best lover I can be, if only for the night. Kenzie and River make me want to keep them forever.

  They’re having fun, playing around, the camaraderie, fueling the passion between them. River speeds up, pumping his cock in fast and steady strokes. I have a view of his bare ass, too. His spare hand works its way up past Kenzie’s thigh and up underneath her shirt. Fuck, why didn’t he strip her? Her tits, which have always shown a fair share of her cleavage, is a tits man’s dream, and I’m a tits man when it comes to her.

  For River, it’s all about the dick, or his ass, because I’m dreaming of taking that virgin ass. And taking it deep, fast, and making love to him. As Kenzie watches us, maybe she’ll suck River’s dick, or even better—he’d be in her, while I’d be in him.

  I hadn’t missed how she’d said earlier, more, River. I’ve wanted more for so long, with you and… was I the and? I want to be the name she was going to say before River cut her off.

  I unzip my pants and let them drop to the floor. I make easy work of stroking my cock since I hadn’t bothered with boxers this morning.

  “Make her come, boy.” The idea of sitting so close to them, as if they knew I was part of their exploration, is turning me on more. “Make her feel good, but put her first, always put her first.”

  Should I stop? I know the answer to the question, but I won’t. There’s no way I’ll stop getting me off nor will I stop watching them, as his face is buried between her legs. What does she taste like? What is her aroma, and if I go to him later tonight, can I smell it and taste her?

  I speed up as River is jacking off so hard but not stopping his attention on Kenzie. Fuck, I held this girl when she was just hours old. I’ve kissed her boo-boos, and now I want to kiss so much more of her.

  “Make her come, now, boy. Do it.” And like he can hear me, they both come simultaneously as I follow suit.

  They somehow end up on the floor of his music room, his fingers tickling up her stomach, a light tank covering her tits. “Can I ask you a question, something you may not want to answer?” River asks. I should stop watching this because it’s so very intimate. But, I don’t.

  He turns toward her, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead, as she gives him a nod of her head. “Why is it you refer to your mom, not our mom, but Tanya, your biological mom, by her first name?”

  “It’s a fair question,” she replies. “And you’re not the first one to ask me this.” She lets out a long deep breath. “I guess I don’t remember Tanya, not like I do with the woman we both called mom. I love Tanya; I learned through my grandparents, dad, mom, and even Isaiah, the type of wonderful person she was. She was loved by so many. She wasn’t snarky, not like me. She was the sweetheart to everyone. I love her because she gave me life, but I don’t have a connection with her, not like I had with our mom. I never remembered Tanya, but Shannon was my mom. I know it bothers my grandparents and certainly Isaiah. He all but admitted he loved Tanya.”

  He pulls hair from her face,
and I should stop this now, but I have to know more about what Kenzie is saying about Tanya. “Isaiah doesn’t desire you simply because you’re Tanya’s daughter; he sees you as your own being.”

  “I know that. I see the way he looks at me, and truth be told, I think I’ve loved Isaiah from afar for a while. I can see how he’s been taking care of us, even if he is Isaiah.”

  River lets out a laugh, and his eyes lock with mine on the screen. But there’s no way he can see the hidden camera.

  “We’ll talk more tomorrow, okay, Kenz?” He stands, bringing her with him. “I can only behave for only a bit longer.”

  Kenzie leaves, after another kiss from River. I wait for him to exit his music room, but he closes the door behind Kenz and comes back into view of the camera. Maybe he’s found the motivation to create some new music; I don’t know, but I watch him.

  The day I turned him away, I ached for his touch. He’d willingly submitted, which I’d never seen in the kid before. It told me how much he wanted me. And fuck, did I want all of him.

  My attention is focused back on the screen and his handsome face. I want to take all of him in as much as I can get. For all of the fight I’ve put up, to make him believe I’d never cared, I never stopped wanting him or wishing, that maybe one day we’d find our way back together.

  “Hey, asshole.” I hear, and I think River is outside my room, but when my attention goes back to the screen, River is looking into the smaller and almost noticeable camera. “I hope you enjoyed the show.” He walks away. His ass is all I see on the screen. He switches off the lights and is out the door.

  Do I go to him, do I find her, and admit the feelings I’ve had for Kenzie for some time now? She may think it’s because I loved Tanya. But I love Kenzie for so much more, things that are just Kenzie Grace Hanson. And I’ll always have this need to protect Kenzie when both her mom and dad were essentially the only family that would take me in.