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Avery giggles, flipping her locks of scarlet hair over her shoulder. “Oh, honey I know so. It’s every man’s fantasy - de-virginizing a virgin. Especially an older man.”
“Zane’s not even old,” I blurt out.
“Oh I know, but he’s technically twice our age,” she says, raising a brow. “But who cares, honey we both have major daddy issues. It only makes sense he’s who we want. I’ll send him an invitation to my page, make him think it’s because I still want him. Then when he finds out you’re there with me, he won’t be able to stop himself or look away.”
ChapterEight
AVERY
“Oh, these are fucking hot.”
Staring at our reflections in the mirror across us already has me wanting to haul Chloe back into her bedroom just to give her another lesson in seduction. The little Santa’s helper pajamas she bought for us to wear while we decorate the house are perfect. They’re just small enough to look indecent and cover just enough to tease the living fuck out of Zane. “Well done baby girl!”
Chloe’s cheeks blush, as she pulls on the green and red hem of the nightie, and I can’t help but remember how flushed she got last night when I fingered her.
God she was absolutely beautiful as she came apart on my fingers. The image is now ingrained in my memory bank forever. I never would have thought I’d love it so much but seeing the pleasure it brought her written all over her face, I couldn’t help it. I wanted her to know how good it feels to have someone else’s hands on you, someone else’s finger in you. Especially after I’d just come all over Zane’s.
“Thanks, you think he will like them?” she asks while fidgeting with the green fluffy trim of her skirt. She is still so oblivious to how the male brain works.
“Sweetheart, our boobs are pushed up and our asses are half out. We could wear potato sacks with those same specifications and the result would be the same. Hard. On. You’re a hot as hell little elf.” I give her a light spank and a wink to make her laugh and redirect the tension she's feeling. It's a wonder how she doesn’t realize what she looks like.
I grab the phone and open up the Friendly Fans App and scroll through my feed looking at all the different models in different stages of undress. All of them ask you to subscribe as soon as they get a little too naked. Click bait. Works every time. A few of the girls in high school used this app to make a shit ton of money. Thankfully, I never needed the app but today I am going to use it to our advantage to trap ourselves a Daddy.
Making my profile was simple enough. Name, birthday, account number for subscription payments, and privacy setting. FF is known for the best privacy settings available. Your profile can be public, appearing in general or local news feeds, or private, meaning you're hidden and someone has to either search you up by username or be directed to your profile via link. In addition, in order for them to access your videos they must subscribe.
I looked up Zane’s name under the users and as I suspected he had a viewing account. I immediately sent over my direct account. Now it was time to have some fun.
“I think I am going to set the phone up on the table to get a few videos of us decorating the house then post them to see if Zane views it.” Propping up my phone on the wooden reindeer decoration Chloe set out on the table earlier today, I angle it just right to get the best view of our asses and the rest of these outfits. Perfection. “This angle is everything. Your ass looks incredible by the way, and I know these videos are going to rock his world!”
* * *
I filmed probablytwenty minutes of footage that I cut into five different videos, each video set to be uploaded an hour apart. Like a five hour slow burn of steamy scenes between Chloe and me. Every hour, on the hour, I would notice Zane pop up off the couch and leave the room for a few minutes then come back as if nothing happened. Each time Chloe and I would make eye contact and check to see if he viewed the video.
Sure enough, the message was opened within seconds.
Just as planned, each hour the videos became a little riskier.
At first, it was just shots of us decorating the tree, flaunting our asses as we bent over and danced around. We looked great of course, the lighting on point. The next few were scenes of us bending over grinding against each other and laughing, overall having a great time. Every minute or so, I would look over into the camera and wink or giggle just to remind him I knew he was there.
The last video, however, was the one I took a chance on.
We had been decorating Christmas cookies, little gingerbread men sprawled all over the dining room table, while Chloe and I were in a frenzy covering them in as much icing as possible. I, of course, had the best idea when I saw Chloe had some icing splattered on her shoulder from trying to flip her hair with the icing bag in her hand.
The bare skin of her shoulder, combined with spending hours watching the intensity of her gaze as she tried to get the piping just right on the edges of the cookie, was just about driving me crazy. My gaze drifted to her mouth, to her perfect little pout, tempting and delicious.
Leaning over, I moved her hair completely out of the way and turned my head towards the camera, biting my lip, and licking the icing off her shoulder. Chloe didn’t expect it, so her reaction was genuine. She let out a moan, a fucking breathless moan, as my tongue grazed her shoulder. Instantly she pulled back from icing her cookie, placed her thumb on my lip, and said the perfect phrase to put an end to our little smoke show.
“You’re going to make me come again if you keep doing things like that.”
With eyes displaying such an intense and carnal arousal, Chloe grabbed my cheek and kissed me softly, and the video faded to black.
I swear I should be a fucking porn director.
Leaning my head against the back of the couch, I stare up at the ceiling covered in twinkling lights and garland. It’s still daytime out but with the curtains pulled shut and the gloom of the Colorado winter sky, the lights are on illuminating the den in a brilliant glow. The red and white tinsel garland wrapped around each strand makes the room look like some sort of candy cane land in the middle of the north pole.
A soft chuckle leaves my lips at how utterly comical Zane’s living room looks. I feel Chloe shift on my lap, her gaze still focused on the Christmas Movie playing on the television. We took a break from the classics and are currently watching some corny rom com about a lawyer who broke off her engagement to her stuffy Wall Street fiancée and flew back home to a small town in the middle of nowhere for Christmas. She hasn’t been back in over ten years but in a twist of fate, her car broke down in the middle of the snow covered road only leaving her to be rescued by her, now incredibly sexy, high school sweetheart.
She’ll somehow enter a baking competition or they’ll be forced to work together to keep the town inn afloat and fall in love in a matter of weeks. It’s pathetic really but Chloe absolutely adores the idea of insta-love and happily-ever-afters.
