Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  His right hand moves between my legs, meeting my bare pussy. There is no use in wearing underwear when I’m around him. “Fuck,” he shouts when his fingers find my wetness. “Avery, you’re killing me baby.”

  “I need your cock but I’ll settle for your mouth. Lick me Zane, taste me, and tease me. I want your mouth on my pussy, make me come with your tongue.”

  CLACK.

  “Shit,” Zane curses, pushing away from me as we hear something drop to the floor.

  God-fucking-dammit. Not again Chlo. Jumping off the island, I adjust my straps, and pick up the bag of veggies from the floor just as Chloe walks back into the room.

  “Sorry I took so long, I couldn’t find it,” she mumbles, clearly flustered. Suddenly there is a weird smell in the air as smoke starts coming from the stove.

  “Zane,” I murmur, staring at the stovetop.

  “What Avery,” he sneers, his sexual frustration evident in his voice.

  “Um, were you cooking something?”

  “Shit!” he curses, rushing over to the stove. Shutting off the burner, he removes the lid of the pot, boiling, bubbling water spilling over the edge. “I over cooked the fucking pasta,” he mumbles to himself.

  “That’s fine, let’s just order takeout, I was kind of feeling like pizza.” Chloe steps toward him, bringing the wet towel in her hand to wipe away the blood coating his wound. “Let’s just clean this up and then I’ll order us some pizza.”

  Zane watches her carefully, his arousal still glazing his eyes as she meticulously places some ointment across his flesh. His breathing turns heavy as his gaze roams down into the dip of her top.

  He’s checking her out, still high off the dopamine from the events that transpired between us. Chloe’s hands are shaky as she tries to apply the bandage to his forehead, but Zane reaches out to steady her, placing a hand on her waist. I chuckle to myself at his reaction, meanwhile Chloe is clueless. Her breasts rise and fall with fast, heavy breaths as she practically shivers beneath his touch. This girl is going to come apart the moment he lays his hands on her, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

  “Pizza sounds perfect,” I blurt out, causing them both to snap out of their little moment and turn to me. Zane releases his hold on Chloe as she steps back and packs up the supplies she was using. “I’m starving,” I continue, “And although I’m sure whatever you were going to make was going to be ridiculously delicious Zane, I need to be fed.”

  He lets out a chuckle as he moves to dump the overcooked pasta into the trash, “Alright you two win. Pizza it is. Why don’t you grab some drinks and I'll place the order.” He looks to Chloe then back at me, “I’ll come meet you guys in the den. Oh and Chlo,” he mutters before stepping out, “Tonight, I get to pick the movie.”

  ...

  Of course he picked A Christmas Story, the man is a fucking clone of Ebenezer Scrooge. It’s like he’s trying to remind us of his true nature. Although if I’m being honest, for a man who swears he hates Christmas, he sure seems to be enjoying himself this year. I’m shoving handfuls of popcorn into my mouth, trying to distract myself from the jealousy coursing through me.

  Zane propped himself on the opposite side of Chloe tonight, using his poor little stepdaughter as a barrier. As if having Chloe between us is going to save him. If only he knew it’s Chloe who’s dying to jump his bones. Well, in addition to me of course.

  Chloe’s focused on the movie, I’m focused on my phone, swiping through our FF page and rewatching the videos we’ve posted, but Zane, his gaze is focused on me. I try to smile every so often, giggling and laughing as if I’m reading something funny on my phone. I can see his eyes zeroing on me, trying to figure out if I’m smiling because I’m texting someone. I’m laughing at the fact Zane’s watched all of our videos, multiple times.

  I’m sure he thinks he isn’t the only one, but what Chloe’s stepdaddy doesn’t know is he’s the only one with access to my account. I’m private, and Zane is the only one who can see my videos. Afterall, he’s the one we’re making them for.

  Zane’s self-control is something I didn’t count on. It’s much stronger than I imagined and although he’s almost lost it completely, plenty of times with me, breaking him in for Chloe is going to be a bit of a challenge. He’s accepted he wants me, he wants to fuck me that’s no secret. But with Chloe, I’m afraid it will take something drastic for him to see his baby girl as a woman, a woman he wants to fuck.

  Looks like I have some more work to do, and I’m positive I’ll enjoy every second of it.

  I look up at Zane, giving him my signature come hither look. He’s watching me with eager eyes, undressing me with his gaze as it roams over me, from head to toe. I wink at him, and his mouth shuts closed, his jaw clenching as he shifts in his seat. My gaze travels down to his groin where to no surprise, his erection is clear and present.

  He’s going to break, sooner rather than later, and once he lets go, it’s going to be worth the damn wait. Arousal creeps over me, the heat of his eyes traveling through me. I’m up for the challenge, by the end of this week, Zane will be cock deep in both of us, I’m betting on it.

  Mark my words daddy.

  Chapter 8

  CHLOE

  It’s been three days since we set up the Friendly Fans account, and Zane’s managed to watch every new upload. I still can’t believe he’s seen me this way, or worse everything he’s seen me do. I thought it would be harder to be around him, knowing he’s watched me flirting and fondling Avery, practically naked, yet I feel this thrill of excitement I’ve never felt before. Avery says it’s the power of seduction. To be able to arouse a man like Zane, who surely is jerking off to our videos, is exhilarating.

  Not to mention how fucking horny it makes me to watch him put his hands on her. Zane might not feel the same way about me, but watching how much he wants Avery, makes me just as fucking hot as if he did. Of course Avery has been a bit on edge, her body aching to have him. Every time he’s close to letting go and giving into her, something snaps him back to reality and he puts his walls back up. One of those things is me. I tried to keep quiet when I saw them in the kitchen, Avery splayed out on the island, Zane’s face damn near her pussy, but my clumsy ass dropped the damn first aid kit, my hands trembling with how turned on the sight of him about to go down on her made me.

  Though he didn’t get the chance to, and I know Avery’s been in a mood because of it. I mean I know I’d be snappy if I was about to have my pussy licked by Zane and was interrupted.

  It’s finally Christmas Eve, my second favorite day of the year, and Avery and I have the night planned to a T. Tonight we’re getting fucked no matter what we have to do to get it.

  We’ve started off by making sure the main dining room is fully set up and ready for tonight’s main course. Zane is going to be cooking the perfect Christmas feast, a honey baked ham, maple bacon brussels sprouts, and delicious garlic mashed potatoes. For dessert, officially, I’m baking Zane’s favorite, a pineapple upside down cake. Unofficially, Avery and I are hoping we’ll be the dessert, or at least somewhere on the menu.

  The table is turning out perfect, decorated with a large wreath in the center, candles line the middle, while a string of lights is twirled around the garland. The tablecloth is festive with red poinsettias and a gold trim to match the dinnerware. Strings of lights cascade down the window curtains lighting up the otherwise dim room. It’s still early out but the sun is covered by gloomy clouds making the outside appear fairly dark.

  I head back into the kitchen to start on dessert and find Avery mixing something in a large, red punch bowl. “What on earth are you doing Avery?” I ask, bewildered by her position. She looks like a witch brewing some kind of potion in a cauldron as she sits on her knees on the stool, leaning over the bowl

  “Christmas punch,” she says as if that answers anything. “I’m making my mother’s famous Christmas punch. Who would have thought I actually had a Christmas tradition of my own. Well mom ne
ver made it for Christmas, but it has all the right colors and flavors, might as well.”

  I walk toward her and immediately get a whiff of something deliciously sweet. “Yum, what is in this?”

  “Pomegranate juice, orange juice, cranberry juice, sparkling wine, red wine, and fruit to garnish. I add in a few cinnamon sticks to give it an extra kick. It’s so fucking good. Want a taste?” she asks, bringing the ladle to my lips. I reach up on my tippy toes to reach the ladle, slurping up the clear red drink.

  A clash of flavors hit my tongue, and I can’t believe how good it is. “Oh my god Avery, this is so good.” She slurps the excess from the ladle herself.

  “Mhhm,” she moans, “Perfection.”

  “Ahem.” We hear a throat clear and turn to find Zane standing in the archway. “Drinking this early, ladies?’ he asks, his brows raised in disapproval. He looks sexy without trying hard, wearing jeans and a long sleeve flannel.

  “Just tasting it to make sure it’s perfect for tonight,” Avery says, jumping to her feet. She scoops up another ladle of punch and walks over to Zane, bringing it to his lips.

  “Want a taste?” she asks, and although her back is turned to me, I can picture the flirtatious look on her face as she awaits his response. Avery’s standing with her hips pushed outward, flaunting the tight corduroy skirt barely covering her ass.

  Zane doesn’t say anything, he simply lowers his mouth, allowing Avery to bring the ladle to his lips. He slurps loudly, licking his lips as he focuses his attention on her lips, managing to now ogle her in that sexy outfit. “It’s perfect,” he utters, watching her with an ardent gaze. His eyes travel behind her, meeting mine. “Absolutely mouthwatering.”

  …

  “Ugh, I don’t know which one to wear!” I shout as I stare at the two outfits laid out on my bed. Avery walks into my bedroom, clearly thinking my loud shouting meant something graver. She walks over to the bed, dressed in a black silk robe and red fuck me heels, her hair combed into gorgeous dark red waves cascading down her back. Her makeup of course, is on point - bold red lips, a shimmering nude eyeshadow, and a dark green liner outlining her eyes extending out into a small wing on the outer corner of her lid. I’m taken aback by how stunning she looks.

  “Wow Avery, you look so hot,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

  “Why thank you baby, you look beautiful and sexy as always.” I blush, surely increasing the already pink tint of the blush on my cheeks. I went for a more glam look than I’m used to - dark shadow that makes my blue eyes pop, and a light pink shade on my lips.

  We came upstairs a couple hours ago, both needing showers and enough time to make ourselves look, well fuckable. Avery’s words not mine. After setting up the table and baking the dessert, Avery and I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas, Avery’s choice, while Zane went into town for some last minute grocery shopping. This gave me a chance to wrap Zane and Avery’s presents. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they open them tonight.

  Another Christmas tradition of ours, Christmas presents are opened at midnight on Christmas Eve. Well technically it’s Christmas morning.

  “Let’s have a look,” Avery says, picking up the dark green velvet dress with a plunging cowl neckline, and thin straps. It’s the most provocative dress I’ve ever bought, and I’m not sure it even fits right seeing as I bought it online months ago and have yet to try it on again. It’s either that one, or a black satin one with an off the shoulder neckline. They’re both about the same length, just above my knees, but the green one is more fitted and accentuates the slight curve of my ass.

  Avery turns to me, her smile widening as she stares. “This one, no questions asked. You are going to look so fucking edible in this dress Chloe.”

  “That’s the plan. What about you? What are you wearing?” I ask, hoping she’ll give me a glimpse of what’s underneath her robe. I know she’s probably not dressed yet, but here’s to hoping.

  “Red, of course. Red silk. It's a simple one, plunging neckline, V-shaped back ending just above my ass.” She lowers her robe, revealing the blood red dress that was made for her. It’s fitted, tightly wrapping over every one of her curves, ending just under her ass. It is simple like she said, but in Avery everything looks like it was made for her. I instantly notice she’s not wearing anything under, there is just no way.

  She advances toward me, “What do you think?” she asks, twirling around for me. I clench my thighs together, feeling my arousal pooling in my panties, my breathing turning heavy as she locks eyes with me. Fuck she looks so damn sexy.

  “Avery,” I murmur, and I know she can hear the need in my voice.

  “You like what you see Chlo?” she asks, not really expecting an answer, but already knowing mine. “Do you think Zane will approve?” She runs her hands from her thighs, to her hips, and over her breasts, swaying seductively as she does. “I’m sure he’d enjoy unwrapping me.” Without thinking I reach out and grab her arm, bringing her in closer to me. She gasps slightly, not expecting my forwardness, yet the wide grin on her face shows she approves.

  “You look so hot Avery,” I whimper, my voice deep and coated in desire. “I know at dinner Zane won’t be able to focus on anything other than picturing what he wants to do to you all night long.” I reach for her phone, unlock it, open the FF app, and set it on record. I perch it on my dresser, pointing it toward my bed. “I know I won’t.”

  “Chloe, my little vixen,” she says, following my lead and sitting atop my bed. We hear the chime, letting us know Zane has logged on, and it’s like a lighter under my ass, fueling my fire. I move to the bed bringing Avery over me to straddle my legs, as my hand moves lower, gripping her bare ass through her dress. She giggles, bringing her mouth an inch from mine. I can smell the minty scent of her mouth licking my lips, imagining her taste. Using her right hand, she reaches behind her neck, moving her hair over her shoulder to one side.

  “Do you like my perfume Chloe? I wore this one just for you darling.” I lean forward inhaling her scent, vibrant floral notes of jasmine blossoms and citrus.

  “Mhm, you smell so good Avery.” My tongue comes out to lick her, trailing around her neck as my hands grip her tighter. She starts to move against me, her dress hiking up her thighs as she grinds on my lap. Under her dress my hands move to her thigh, hiking her dress further up until her bare pussy is exposed. I flip her, lying her back against the bed, her hair cascading around her, as I kneel between her legs. I owe her this, for interrupting just as Zane was about to have a taste.

  “Chloe darling, what are you doing to me,” she moans, reaching to cup her breasts through her dress. She pinches her nipple, rubbing her piercings between her fingers. I’d never seen nipple piercings until Avery showed me hers the night of her eighteen birthday after she got them done. They’re perfect, but nothing compared to what lies in front of me.

  Her pussy is beautiful, the first time I’ve ever seen one, and I’m in love. It’s pink and perfect, already glistening with her arousal. I can smell her intoxicating scent as I lower my face between her legs, licking my lips unsure of how to start.

  “Are you sure about this Chlo?” she asks, perching herself up on her elbows. One breast pops out of her dress and I immediately notice her nipple is hard and pointy, the barbell she wears tonight has tiny little red stones on each end.

  “Yes, but I’ve never…” I stop, suddenly embarrassed by my inexperience. How will I ever measure up to the guys who’ve gone down on her before, to what Zane could have done?

  She reaches for me, cupping my face in her palm. “It’s okay baby, I’ll guide you. All you have to do is lick. Suck me into your mouth and lick. I’ll guide your head and rub against you.” She sits up, gripping my hair behind my head and brings my mouth to her open pussy. I stick my tongue out licking as she told me, through her silky lips. She’s sweet, a bit salty, but tastes so damn good. I lick again, sucking lightly as she instructed, while her hand continues to push me forward, guid
ing my head back and forth. The alcohol from the Christmas punch is catching up to me, heating my body, and making me bolder than ever.

  Avery raises her pussy to me, grinding on my face as her arousal coats my lips. A moan escapes her and it’s the push I need to increase my speed and force. My mouth moves faster, circling her and flicking her clit with my tongue. I suck harder, and lick every drop of her, bringing my hand up to help me spread her lips using my tongue to thrust inside.

  “Fuck, Chloe. Yes, darling just like that. Aahh, it feels so good. Add a finger Chlo, one finger will help intensify the feeling.” I do as I’m told, sliding my finger deep inside of her trying my hardest to rub against her G-spot. She bucks against my hand, on the edge of her orgasm, I know it’s coming. I copy the movements she did to me, adding another finger and rubbing her clit with my thumb, sucking it into my mouth.

  “Yes, Chloe, fuck yes.”

  “Does it feel good Avery? I need you to come in my mouth Avery, please I need you to taste you, all of you.” And she does just that, with the snap of my fingers she came for me. I feel exhilarated having just made my best friend come for me with just my tongue and fingers. I’ve never felt this empowered before.

  Suddenly a noise startles us as Avery’s phone falls from its place perched along my dresser. The phone falls face forward, ending the show for our audience. Zane. Shit I totally forgot he was watching. I was in such a trance tasting my best friend on my tongue I forgot the purpose of our show.

  “Fuck Chlo, that was insane. I can’t wait to return the favor.” She stands, adjusting her dress and walking over to her phone to end the feed. “But for now, it’s time to go have dinner with Zane, and watch him sit there picturing everything he just saw.”

  I nod, grabbing the dress she holds out for me. It’s the green one of course. “I’ll just get dressed and fix my make up a bit.”