Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  I don’t think of the similarities, but Kenzie has embedded her way deep into my heart throughout the years.

  The images of Kenzie’s hair falling in her face and the admission of tonight is more I want to unpack and trivialize.

  “Hey, asshole.” This time, accompanied with pounding on my door, he’s just enough of this side of pissed off when I realize the door may very well lose its battle with the young eighteen-year-old, sent to what, kick my ass? I’d like to see him try.

  I open the door, and his fists are balled tight. His jaw is locked, his face red as crimson.

  He may want to fight me, but I can’t hold back when I swing him around, slamming him against the wall. I know what I want, and for fuck’s sake, I’m going to take it.

  His face registers confusion, and the hatred in his eyes dissipates. My head is even with his, and I grind against the bulge in his pants—both of us hard again.

  “You came here to give me a taste of what I missed tonight, didn’t you, boy?”

  There’s a heated flame shining through in his eyes. “You want a sample of what that sweet girl tastes like?” He’s not even fighting me.

  “Sweet girl; you mean your sister?” I pull for his finger I knew had been on her clit, and lick, then suck every inch of Kenzie from my boy.

  “Yeah, the sweet girl you promised to watch out for, yeah, that girl.” His pitch is accusatory, but there’s truth to his words.

  He’s got me there. “You think I want to hurt her.”

  His face snakes over to my ear. “Oh, I know you want to hurt her, in just the most delicious way, but in your delusional mind, protect her at the same time.”

  My lips pepper kisses around his jaw. “You mean, protect both of you, my girl and my boy, from the likes of predators. Yeah, I want that, just as I want the tongue that had Kenzie’s pussy in my mouth right fucking now.”

  There’s nothing, nothing more I have to say, and my lips cover his. I grind further against him, and the moan, or whine or desire or whatever the fuck the cute murmurs he emits are, has me deepening the kiss. I have so much I want to say, so much I want to do, but I pull back, just enough. His eyes are bloodshot and on fire for this, for us.

  “Do you taste her, taste Kenzie? And fuck, she was so beautiful when I made her come.”

  He rests his forehead on mine. “I know, I watched.”

  The hurt this would cause my dearest friend niggles away at me, but not when I have both the boy’s and girl’s scent on my tongue. I’m so out of control for them, and I can’t find where I give two fucks about social norms. And I need more.

  I drop to my knees because he’s taken good care of Kenzie; it’s my turn to take care of him.

  “Drop your pants, boy, and do it now.”

  River, on the outside, is nothing but a man who takes what he wants, but with me, he gives it freely, just because I ask or demand. For me, it’s one and the same.

  He does what he’s told to do and they pool to the floor. His cock springs out of his boxers, and I’ve seen it before; the one time I almost let things get too far. He’s seen me, too, enough to know I’m uncircumcised. Something about it made him heady at me being uncut.

  “I told Kenzie once this begins, I can’t go back, and I won’t. With either of you.” River repeats everything I’d spied on over the security camera. “Plus, what if she’s not okay with the three of us together? I need you both, and I won’t walk away, even if she doesn’t want the three of us.”

  “And, when she said more, River. I’ve wanted more for so long, with you and…—who was the and?”

  He’s stroking his cock in my face, and his eyes are trained on me and the action, but he’s coherent enough to answer my question.

  “I’m not sure, but if I were to wager a guess, I’d say you and your asshole ways.”

  My free hand pulls at the base of his neck. “Do you want me to blow you? Because I’m about to shut you up, boy, but don’t you love my asshole and my asshole ways?”

  “Fuck, help me, I do. I fucking do. My thoughts of you…”

  I take his dick into my mouth, and I swirl my tongue over the bulb of his cock. His laments are for nothing more than to spur me on faster. I could shove my cock into his mouth. The mouthy boy deserves it, but I’ve never taken hold of his aroma and flavor like this. One hand job, and it was courtesy of River.

  “Isaiah, ah fuck, Isaiah, does this mean?” River finishes the sentence as a question.

  I pull back just enough. “River, I can’t let you go. It’s the right thing to do, but when the fuck have I ever done the right thing?” Except for maybe two times in my life. Letting Tanya go and letting River go when Robert was still alive. But without their parents, perhaps this is precisely what Kenzie and River need. I can’t be their father. I’m way too gone for that, but this, I love him. And hell, if I’m honest, I’ve loved Kenzie out of the realms of a godfather for some time.

  “Yeah, boy, this thing is so far out of my control, I can’t stop it if I wanted to.” There’s a lust in River’s eyes along with a glint of fear, mixing with elation. It only takes a tilt of his mouth. His brilliant smile covers his face. “And for the record, I sure as fuck don’t want to stop.”

  His hand threads into my hair, as Kenzie’s hand threaded into his. “We have to talk to Kenzie… ah yeah, I’m about to blow it, fuck.”

  I’m one step ahead of this boy. He may be eighteen and thank fuck for that because an orange jumpsuit doesn’t suit me, but he’ll still forever be my boy.

  His seed spills into my mouth. Through the years, I’ve learned how to please a man because I know what I like. I suck up every part of him and gently pull on the tip of his cock, making him squirm a bit more. I need to keep the guy on his toes.

  I raise to my feet, kissing him. “Now, as we mix Kenzie with the both of us.” And I can still smell her delicious cunt on his lips. “I sure as fuck plan to have the two of us mark her also. She’s ours. And nothing she can do will stop us from making her ours.”

  But I don’t stop there. He’s naked before me, and I push him against a low back chair, just long enough, bending River over at the waist. I drop to my knees, spreading his ass cheeks open. I’ve never done this to another man, but then again, I’ve never been in love with a man, as I am with River.

  My tongue reaches his puckered hole, and he emits a long series of quick breaths. “Enjoy this, baby, because this is just the first of many with us, and once we claim Kenzie, there will be no stopping us.”

  Chapter 17

  Kenzie

  I can’t sleep, and I stumble out of bed after the orgasm from River and the kiss to end all kisses from Isaiah. It’s more than my body can take, and I need to be close to River. Hell, I need to be close to Isaiah, but I have to wait on that. At least until River and Isaiah work out their shit.

  I walk in blindly to crawl into his bed. I don’t feel his body and reach for the lamp next to his bed. There’s no sign of River at all.

  Where could he be? I might as well wait for him, but then again, my mind wanders to what he’s doing. I almost leap out of bed. I’ve never been to Isaiah’s part of the house before but my vivid thoughts won’t stop until I find River.

  There are many doors in the hallway, but the only one that matters at the moment is cracked open, with muffled voices behind it. I hear my name and tiptoe closer. Through the crack, Isaiah has him bent over a chair at the waist and drops to his knees. I’d say he was going to give him a blow job, but River’s cock is in front of him, and Isaiah… Oh, fuck, that is hot. He’s going to eat his… Yeah, I’ve read about this before in some of my favorite gay romances, but to watch it, it’s so sexy. Then I hear my name again, as River lets out a long series of quick breaths. “Enjoy this, baby,” Isaiah begins, “because this is just the first of many with us, and once we claim Kenzie, there will be no stopping us.”

  They want me with them, but I don’t want to stop this intimate moment. If I didn’t know they both wanted me,
I’d almost feel as if I was invading watching this priceless moment between them, but then again, I’m here.

  River grips the back of the chair so hard, and I can’t see much of what Isaiah is doing, but on his knees and the pleasurable anguish washing through Riv’s face, my mind is playing games on me.

  I decide to be bold for once in my life. I step forward, alerting River of my presence, but put my index finger over my mouth, telling River to let Isaiah continue.

  His face is full of so much—love, desire, passion, yearning, but he has enough common sense to let Isaiah continue. I stand against the wall, where I have a better view of Isaiah, and I drop my nightgown. River lets out yet another series of quick breaths. “Fucking hell, Ize,” he says, but besides Isaiah, I know he’s just as invested in my naked body. I start with my nipple, beading it between my two fingers, bringing my other hand to my clit. I open myself just enough, I get another reaction from River.

  “Ah, fuck. Continue. Don’t stop.”

  He’s talking to Isaiah and me, and I smile his way, as the man behind River has no idea what’s going on in front of him.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Riv. Then we’re going to find Kenz and tell her what we want. Put it all out there.” Isaiah is quiet, and his attention is back on River, and as he’s watching me, enjoying both Isaiah’s tongue and my show, he starts again.

  “River, you hear me. I’ve gotta fuck you, then find Kenzie.”

  I give Riv a bob of my head, and he knows what to do. “Um, Ize, I don’t think we need to tell Kenz what we want. I’m pretty sure she knows.”

  Isaiah stands behind River’s slumped-over body. “Ah, fuck me twice.” He pulls River up, extending his arms around River’s waist. Again, it’s so intimate.

  “Kenz, baby, how long have you been here?”

  I don’t stop what I’m doing to my body, and I’m close, so fucking close. “I’m here because you want me. Well, come get me.”

  He stands, watching me as my legs begin to shake and my head hits the back of the wall. “Ah, I’m going to come.” And I do, calling out both of their names.

  “Change of plans, boy.” I hear Isaiah call out to River as I’m coming down from the high of my orgasm. “Let’s take her to bed. She needs to be cherished.”

  I’m not sure who hoists me over their shoulder, walking me over to the bed, and gently placing me on it.

  “Kenz.” Isaiah’s head is near mine, and he kneels at the side of the bed.

  “I want you, I really do,” I begin, and River crawls into the bed, on the other side of me, pulling me tight to him. “But you loved my mom. How can I compete with that, especially since I didn’t know her?”

  I’m being honest because it sounds dark, twisted, and perverse.

  “Kenzie, she lives within me, she lives in here, and any time you want to fall in love with your mom, you can love her through me.”

  “You loved my mom so much. And there’s a jealous twinge, I’ll never be enough for you.”

  I’m raw and real with him, and my heart is shredding that he’ll admit I won’t be.

  He cups my face. “It’s not a competition. Never a competition. I did love Tanya, something fierce. I never understood a love so deep, so encompassing, as your dad had with Tanya, and then with Shannon. Lucky bastard. I thought I loved Tanya like that, but do you know what I’ve realized?”

  “What?” I ask, a few tears falling from my eyes.

  He takes my hand, then reaches over to River. “It’s nothing and I mean nothing, compared to the love I have for you both.”

  Does my heart stop? Have I heard him correctly? I forget to breathe, then he unhinges me again. “Let me love you right, Kenz. Let me and River love you right.”

  Chapter 18

  Isaiah

  I crawl over Kenz, where River has made room for me. She’s still naked, and I could stare at her body all night long.

  “Ize,” River calls out; there’s an urgency in his tone.

  “I know, Riv. I know.” It’s like River to want to protect Kenzie. “I know, sweetheart.” I stroke her face. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I just want you to know you’re loved. This is real and we’re not going anywhere.”

  “You know I’m a virgin?” she asks and thank fuck. It’s hard enough knowing River wasn’t, and it’s my fault. I most likely would have to go break the bones of the man who took away Kenzie’s innocence.

  “Yeah, baby, I suspected you were a virgin, and I’m serious. You wait as long as you need. We’re going nowhere.”

  Her hand reaches for my face. “I want you. I want you both. I can’t wait. I think I’ve been waiting for a long time—for the two of you. And I want to watch you fuck River, as you pretty much promised.”

  My eyes swing to River’s then back to Kenzie’s. “You heard the girl.” This is River, who leans over me to get to Kenzie, dropping a kiss on her forehead, making his way to her lips. It’s easy to reach for his cock, and I stroke it. Moans continue through the kiss as the speed of my hand increases. He pushes from Kenzie.

  “Someone isn’t quite patient, right now, baby.” He gives her another kiss and rolls over to me. Kenzie lies on her side, pulling me to her. She wants something from me. For someone who is a virgin, she’s not as innocent as I thought.

  “I’ve got to stretch you, baby,” I say to him, leaning over and grabbing the lube and a condom from the nightstand.

  “I’ve been stretching myself each night. I should be…”

  Kenzie lets out a small laugh. “You were sure full of yourself, anticipating I’d cave, weren’t you, boy?”

  “More hopeful than anything, really,” River admits. “Just fuck me. You’ve wanted my tight ass for a long time. Take it. Believe me, I want it rough.”

  I’ve long lost my clothes, and I take my hand for Kenzie to stroke my cock. And like I’d suspected, she’s not shy. Squirting a little lube in her hands, she’s ready to get me hard, not that it’ll take much.

  “I love you, Kenzie Hanson. I’ve loved you for some time, and…” I’m rendered speechless.

  “I love you, too, Isaiah.”

  It’s all I need to hear, but her hand is quickly removed from my pulsing, raging cock. I open my eyes and see the man responsible for it.

  River is smiling. “You can’t push into me if you’ve come. So, get on with it. My virgin ass has been waiting a long fucking time for you.”

  “Man, you are a bossy bottom, and that shit will need to stop.” He gives me his cocky grin, but as soon as I begin, I know he’ll become my boy who behaves in all I command.

  I push him down, crawling over him. “I love you, River Hanson, don’t you fucking forget it.”

  “Sir, yes, sir. Never.”

  This is my boy—all mine.

  I push a little harder as I breach his virgin hole with my cock. “Move, man, move,” he calls out and it’s all I have to hear, pushing in and out. He’s so fucking tight and feels too good.

  “Kenz, jack him off, as you were with me. Use a little lube.” And my girl obeys me, as does River when I’m in charge.

  “Fuck, Kenz, I’m not going to last,” he calls out to her, and she surprises us both, when the tip of her tongue swirls around his cock, precum leaking out.

  “I love you, Kenz,” he says. She doesn’t have to return his words. We all know she’s been in love with River since they were six years old. One of the reasons she bugged the shit out of him.

  My eyes stay constantly focused on River. The emotion written in his gaze, in his whimpers, in the caresses of his hand against my cheek. I swear, we don’t have to speak. I know what he’s feeling.

  “I’m going to come, Ize, I’m going to come.”

  Kenzie doesn’t have to be told. She leans down and takes him in her mouth and, like the knockout she is both on the inside and out, she swallows. Nothing is as hot, until I come inside of River, and a little of my seed leaks from him. I’ve marked him, and as soon as he’s marked Kenzie, I know it
’ll be the three of us, together. I’m not delusional, it’s not easy. A relationship is hard enough, but then there’s adding another person. It’ll take work, but looking at them both, holding onto one another, I know without a shadow of a doubt, they’re worth it.

  We lie in bed, Kenzie in the middle of us, as we both come down from our orgasms. I haven’t forgotten about Kenz, but I doubt River could barely move after I’d claimed him. An hour later, I honestly think the boy is ready. He’s been tracing her fine as fuck tits.

  I know he’s anxious. I claimed River. Now it’s his turn to claim Kenzie.

  “Ize, your boy wants to take your girl. Can I? Can I take her innocence, her virginity, as you watch?”

  River knows me so fucking well, and Kenz is starting to get it, too.

  “Please, I want to feel him inside of me, then you.”

  I don’t tell her this, but that won’t happen, not tonight. I know she’ll be sore, and we have time for me to claim her, but watching them make love to one another is honestly all I crave.

  “Get a condom, boy, and treat her right.”

  He’s anxious, but ready when he travels down her body, kissing every part of exposed skin he can get his lips on. He stops at her pussy. “I can’t wait until you taste her. I fucking swear she bathes in cinnamon and vanilla.”

  “Yeah, I can’t wait either, Riv, but we have time, don’t worry.” I hold Kenzie’s hand. “If it hurts, hurts bad, you need to promise me you’ll tell us.”

  I know it’ll hurt. It’s her first time, but I don’t doubt for one second River won’t make up for it.

  His lips hit her clit, and she takes in a long breath and lets out a moan. “Riv, yeah, right there.”

  “I’m going to get you wet, baby, and then push inside of you. I know you’ve wanted us for some time, and believe me, we will fulfill every desire of yours.”

  This kid. I love him so much.

  He continues to get her close to release, but as soon as he does, he raises his head, rolling the condom on, and I make a mental note to get tested, so we don’t have to use those fuckers anymore.