Twisted Christmas

by Sara Cate

  “Wipe your face a little bit, my cum is all over it, or better yet don’t. I want Zane to smell it on you.” She winks at me, exiting the room and leaving me with an ache in between my legs. Fuck, it’s going to be a long night.

  Chapter 9

  ZANE

  There it is again, that chime notifying me there is something in urgent need of my attention. I can’t believe Avery had the courage to add me to her Friendly Fans account. Fucking little tease. She’s been sending me notifications all week, inviting me to tune into her live videos. At first I was intrigued, figured I’d play along. I knew she’d be able to see I logged on to watch, only I hoped there were so many viewers, my profile would get lost in the hordes of subscribers. I mean how could she not have millions of fans, logging on to ogle her. The girl is a fucking wet dream come to life, the perfect male fantasy. I’ve always had a thing for red heads, bitches are fucking savages in bed.

  This one will be no different. Only the one thing I didn’t count on, was that Chloe, my ex-step daughter Chloe, would be joining in on her fun. They’ve been making videos all week, and I’ve been logging on every time. So far they’ve been innocent, them playing around, teasing each other in the tiny, sexy as fuck outfits they’ve been parading around in. My cock has been in a state of unrest for five fucking days. I’m so goddamn hard I don’t think my dick will ever go back to its resting place.

  I almost gave in and had a taste. Avery has been such a fucking tease, practically serving her pussy on a silver platter for me to devour. She’s so bold and brazen, the girl needs to be spanked and disciplined for being so fucking tempting. I was so close to eating her out, to licking through her plump lips and sucking her dry. She smelled so fucking good, an intoxicating scent like a damn drug making me dangerously addicted. Thank God Chloe showed up and interrupted us, I have no clue how that would have ended.

  Actually I do, I’d be cock deep in her tight little cunt, one hand around her neck, the other with a chunk of her gorgeous red locks wrapped around it as I plowed into her. I give it rough, it’s the only way I can, but fuck, Avery looks like she’d take it in stride. Hell she’d probably even give it to me just as hard. She’d ride my dick like she was in charge, she’d take me throat deep and swallow every last drop of my cum. Girl is a fucking freak, and it’s sexy as hell.

  But then there is Chloe, who I can’t seem to get out of my head ever since I saw that video.

  That fucking video was dangerous.

  Avery reached over and licked icing off of Chloe’s shoulder while they were baking cookies. It was so wrong of me to watch but I couldn’t look away imagining what would happen next. Unfortunately nothing. So I went back to pretending I had work, like I have all week, avoiding the girls as much as possible. The only time I can’t, our nightly movie nights. Tonight I get to choose again and I’m making sure it’s the corniest fucking film that will get my mind off fucking these two till their tight cunts are begging me to stop.

  I sit back in my office chair, already dressed and ready for dinner. I had to run out to the store, needing space from the two little vixens under my roof, for a moment. But I also had a pit stop I had to make for a little Christmas surprise I have planned. Dinner is ready and I’m fucking starved, but for something else.

  I unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt, knowing it’s about to get warm in here. I went for a pair of black slacks, ditching the jeans today since the girls wanted to dress up for our Christmas Eve dinner. I figured I’d humor them.

  Grabbing my phone, I log on to watch whatever live stream Avery has for me today. As if prepared, I reach into my pants letting my cock free from its confines in my briefs and grab it stroking myself back and forth as a head of red hair and another of blond, show up on the screen.

  Avery is dressed in red, silk I believe, the dress barely covering her ass, the back dipping low and revealing her creamy skin. Fuck. She’s straddling Chloe, who sits on the bed, her hands gripping a handful of Avery’s ass in each. What the fuck?

  I can’t look away as I hear a moan, Avery pulling her hair to one side, exposing her neck. Their voices are a hushed whisper and I find myself inching my phone closer to hear. It’s no use though. Chloe suddenly shifts, throwing Avery down on the bed as she kneels between her legs.

  My grip on my cock tightens in response. Fuck me, she’s going to eat her out. No. I can’t watch this. Yet I don’t make any move to turn it off. Instead I begin to stroke myself faster.

  “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.”

  Avery’s voice comes on and the words that come out of her mouth make me nearly come the second they leave her lips. Avery’s going to teach my little girl how to eat pussy. Fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

  Avery grips a handful of blond hair, bringing Chloe’s head down to her bare cunt. I can’t see it, Chloe’s head blocking my view, but the moment I hear the moans, the husky whimpers, and heavy breathing, though unsure who they’re coming from, I throw my head back and begin to pump myself harder. I can feel my cock growing in my hands, painfully eager to release, but I need to wait it out, I can’t come this quickly. If I do I’ll never survive fucking these two.

  What the fuck am I saying, I can’t fuck them.

  “Fuck, Chloe. Yes, just like that. Aahh, it feels so good. Add a finger Chlo, one finger will help intensify the feeling.”

  The look on Avery’s face as she guides Chloe is un-fucking-believable. Damn the woman is a goddess. Her red hair wild, those blue eyes so striking, and her lips, dark red and dangerously plump. She’s so damn fuckable.

  I move my hand to the sound of Avery’s panting, precum oozing out as I look back to the screen and watch my little girl go to town on her best friend's pussy, imagining it was my mouth licking and lapping Avery’s cum. Fuck they’re so beautiful.

  “Does it feel good Avery? I need you to come in my mouth Avery, please I need you to taste you, all of you.”

  I stare in shock, stilling as I come harder than I’ve come in ages at the same time Avery does, her back arching as she closes her eyes, Chloe sucking non-stop as Avery rides her fucking face. My little girl has a dirty fucking mouth. Who would have known. I can’t wait to have a taste.

  …

  How the fuck am I supposed to sit here and eat dinner with these girls after what I just saw?

  I swirl the glass of bourbon in my hand, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. My heartbeat thunders in my temples, the anticipation of watching them walk down the staircase at any moment, already making my cock dangerously hard.

  I washed up and adjusted myself after single-handedly coming at the sight of Chloe on her knees before Avery, having a pre-dinner snack. Fucking perv. I sense them before I see them, the air in the room now thick and ten degrees hotter. As if trying to hide the fact that I am well aware of their presence, I look up from my place leaning against the bar in the den, toward the staircase, as two stunning beautiful and tempting seductresses descend dressed in the most tantalizing of outfits.

  Fuck me they look good enough to eat. Dangerously appetizing. A deep groan escapes me as I bite down on my bottom lip to suppress it. The way they strut down the last steps, proves they know how fucking good they look. Avery’s confidence is such a fucking turn on, the way she flaunts her figure with every sway of her hips. The fuck me heels, at least five inches, accentuate every toned muscle in her legs, and perk her ass up even more than it normally is. Not to mention the eyeful of cleavage I’m getting in the low cut dress, on top of the perky nipples poking out through the thin fabric. Her eyes connect with mine and I know she sees the hunger in them when she winks, a sly smirk appearing over her red lips.

  “Merry Christmas Eve, Zane,” she coos, walking past me and into the kitchen without another look. My gaze follows her and she wiggles her ass in response. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me as I turn back around and com
e eye to eye with the prettiest blue eyes.

  Chloe stands before me, with a look of, well I’m not exactly sure what I see. I gaze intently at her, trying to figure it out and for once, I can’t tell what my girl is thinking. Chloe and I were always in sync. I could always tell what was on her mind with one look. I knew when she was sad, when she was angry, when she was embarrassed, but this look I don’t fucking recognize. What I do see is a glimpse of carnal desire like a cloud over her baby blues.

  “Chloe,” I say, unable to hold back any longer. My eyes rake down her body, from the top of her breasts pushed together in the velvety green mini dress she wears, to the curve of her hip, and down her long, tanned legs. Fuck she looks beautiful. “You look…”

  “Thanks,” she whispers, not letting me finish. “I’m famished,” she says licking her lips, “Shall we eat?”

  …

  I can’t stop staring at Chloe’s mouth. Each bite of food she takes, every time her tongue comes out to lick the crumbs off her lips, all I can picture is her licking and sucking up Avery’s cum. God I’m a fucking monster. Avery knows it, the way she’s watching me watch her, I know she can see the hunger in my eyes, even if I’ve just had a fucking feast. I’m starved, craving something I shouldn’t have. Although it’s only a craving when it’s forbidden. No one craves something that’s good for them.

  One question has been going through my mind all night, and I can’t seem to answer it myself. Does Chloe know I’m watching her videos? Avery is the one who sent me the request to follow her profile. The first few times it was just Avery teasing the camera in cute lingerie and I figured it was me she was teasing. However, it was when Chloe came into view and they started doing things together, teasing and taunting, that I assumed they were doing it to get more followers. That’s what these profiles are for right? The appeal to teenagers of having millions of followers for no fucking reason. However, just the thought of some other asshole watching these two makes my blood fucking boil.

  They’re mine.

  I shake my head at the thought, Chloe wouldn’t be doing this if she knew I was watching, would she? I look up at her and find her watching me intently, her gaze then moving to Avery who’s licking her lips as she gulps down another glass of her dangerous Christmas Poison. That’s what she decided to name the punch she made, and fuck if it isn’t true.

  It’s a fucking poison, add these two girls to the mix, and it’s goddamn lethal.

  “So,” Chloe says, licking a dollop of mashed potatoes off her fork, “I say we sing some Christmas carols, put on a movie, and then open presents.” She claps her hands together, her excitement obvious, just as obvious as Avery’s and my distaste.

  “Christmas carols, really Chlo?” A wicked smile appears on Avery’s face, “Okay I’m in, but only if we reenact the Jingle Bell Rock scene from Mean Girls.”

  “Ooo yes! I love that part, and we can wear the Santa outfits I bought us all!”

  They both turn to me for approval, and for once I have no fucking clue what they’re talking about. I raise a brow, unsure of what they want from me. Suddenly Chloe jumps out of her seat and rushes upstairs, leaving me once again alone with Avery. My gaze follows Chloe out, but when I turn my attention to Avery, expecting she’ll be looking at me too, she’s staring directly toward where Chloe disappeared from.

  Her smile is wide, biting her lip she watches her run up the stairs in the short ass fucking dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. “You really are great Zane,” she says, suddenly turning to me. “Humoring her and feeding her Christmas obsession, even if it’s the last thing you want to do.”

  I swallow hard at Avery’s observation. “I guess, some might find it odd that after all these years, I still spend time with my stepdaughter, especially during a holiday, but Chloe’s mom was never a present mother, and I just couldn’t live with the idea that Chloe would be alone on her favorite day of the year.”

  “There is nothing odd about it, Zane,” she says, standing and slowly strutting toward me. I straighten up in my seat, pushing back, and bracing myself for her touch. She slides her hand across my shoulder, wrapping one hand around my neck as she settles on my lap. Instantly my erection, present as ever, pushes into her ass. My hand slides over her thigh, trying my hardest not to push her dress up further.

  The smile that spreads across her face proves she can feel just how fucking hard I am. “Nothing odd about the fact I want to fuck her girlfriend either?” I ask, insinuating Avery and Chloe have a more than friends relationship. I mean Chloe fucking went down on her, these girls have to be hot for one another. The thought makes my cock strain in my slacks.

  Avery giggles, such a sweet and sexy sound. “Chloe and I, we love each other. She’s my best friend, the only person in this world I give a shit about.” Her hand reaches up to rub the stubble of my chin. I didn’t shave this morning and have a nice shadow around my jaw. “But it’s the twenty-first century Zane, I can be hot for pussy and dick.”

  Now it’s me who laughs, “And I can be hot for an eighteen year old, tight little cunt?”

  She leans forwards, licking across my jaw, the same path her fingers caressed. Her tongue is wet and warm, and my cock twitches imagining what it’d feel like wrapped around it. “You can be hot for two,” she whispers against my lips, pulling back and giving me a sexy little wink. “Want to play with us, Zane?”

  Just as the question leaves Avery’s mouth, Chloe waltzes back into the room. I’m not sure if she notices Avery on my lap, if she does, she doesn’t say anything. Suddenly, Avery’s up and right in front of her, pulling one of the red and white outfits from her hand.

  “Avery, you and I will be matching obvs, and Zane,” she mumbles as she reaches me, “This is for you. I thought it would be fun.” Her eyes stare at my feet as a deep blush creeps over her cheeks. “Will you wear it for me?” she asks, looking up at me between her long, thick lashes. She’s so fucking beautiful, and sexy. How have I never allowed myself the chance to notice?

  Because she’s your fucking stepdaughter, the voice in my head sneers. Ex-step daughter, I sneer back. She’s eighteen and nothing of mine, Avery’s right, what’s holding me back?

  I grab the Santa outfit from Chloe, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Anything for you baby girl, anything.”

  Chapter 10

  AVERY

  It’s happening tonight.

  I can feel it, the thick tension spreading in the room. It practically smells like sex already. Zane is incredibly hard, sitting across from us in the den, dressed like a sexy as fuck Santa Claus. The outfit Chloe gave him, one I’m surprised he put on, is nothing but a pair of red boxer shorts, with a painted black belt, and a long, red velvet robe with white fur on the hemlines. Zane looks like he’s fucking carved out of stone, every muscle of his abdomen perfectly formed, tan, hairless skin glowing under the dim lighting of the Christmas tree. So fucking sexy. Hot Santa Claus is eager to deliver his presents to his Mrs. Claus’s tonight.

  Of course Chloe and I aren’t playing fair either. The incredibly short, red velvet skirts leave nothing to the imagination, while our matching crop tops are more of a fancy bralette. Oh and we can’t forget the Santa hats. Zane watches us with eager eyes and we dance in front of the Christmas tree, to the sound of Jingle Bell Rock, as promised. His phone is in his hand, recording our little performance. We asked him to of course, and he was quick to accept the role of Regina George’s mother.

  I’m pretty sure this is spank bank material for any man, of any age.

  We ditched the movie tonight, instead choosing to play a few drinking games, courtesy of my delicious Christmas Poison Punch, and decided to film our own performances. We’ve danced to the tune of Jingle Bells, All I Want For Christmas, Santa Baby, and Jingle Bell Rock on a loop, but no one's complaining. It might be due to the fact we’ve all got some jingle juice running through our veins.

  It’s a Holly Jolly Christmas, right?

  The clock is about to stri
ke midnight, and according to Chloe, that means it’s time for presents.

  “So I’ll go first!” she shouts, grabbing two packages out from under the tree. I feel a pang of guilt because I don’t have anything to give them. I’m not used to the usual Christmas etiquette, my mother and I have never exchanged gifts. I’m sure I can come up with something though.

  Chloe hands us each a package wrapped in the prettiest silver and red striped wrapping paper. I’m eager to unwrap it, curious to know what’s inside.

  Zane opens his first, and I see a frame with a candid photograph I took of Zane and her while we decorated the Christmas tree. They’re both laughing wholeheartedly, neither one looking directly at the camera, but the love these two feel for each other is written on their faces. I’ve never seen Chloe smile the way she does when she looks at Zane, and the way Zane’s been behaving this week, wearing a fucking Santa outfit when he hates the holiday, proves how much she means to him.

  I crave that. To be loved by someone who will go out of their way to ensure you are happy. I feel that when I’m with Chloe. She’s been my best friend for almost five years and in those five years, I’ve grown to love her above everything and everyone else. As for Zane, the way he looks at me, the way his body reacts to our nearness, the feeling I get inside of me when I’m around him. It gives me hope, hope that one day I might have that too.

  Zane flips over the frame and on the back, written in the prettiest handwriting is a quote.

  “Family isn’t always who we are given, but those few we find along our path of life. Strangers we chose to replace the familiar, end up being the thing that makes us feel whole.”

  I swear I see a teardrop fall upon his cheek as he stares at her with adoring eyes. The tension in the room is at its highest peak, ready to be cut through with the dullest of blades. It’s almost that time I can feel it.