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Noel turns herself over on the mattress, but I don’t chide her. Knowing that this night is about her, if she wants to watch what’s about to happen next, then by all means, I’ll let her watch. Propping her chin in her hands as she lays on her stomach, she looks past me and into the eyes of the woman she loves.
“Hey, Baby,” Holly addresses Noel lazily—as if she’s sitting on a beach drinking margaritas and not strung up like a fucking erotic Christmas piñata. “You look good over there. Real good.”
She’s not wrong.
Noel’s hair has completely fallen from the elastic it was in earlier, her wild curls making her look even more thoroughly worked over than she’s already been. Her cheeks are rosy, as if she spent the afternoon in the bitter cold, building a snowman, and her green eyes are as clear as I think I’ve ever seen them.
She’s so fucking beautiful that it sends a physical ache into the deepest recesses of my chest.
It’s like somehow between my arrival yesterday and the very moment we’re in right now, a flip was switched, and instead of constantly battling against one another, we learned that we could be so much more powerful if we simply worked together.
And I think we have Holly to thank for that.
Our own little Christmas miracle.
I make quick work of the last strand of garland. Red—just like the rest—this one has tiny specks of gold and silver interspersed throughout as if it was made for this specific job—to highlight something so erotic and beautiful that it makes my mouth salivate. Managing to slide my hand with the garland around Holly’s torso, I loop the material around her waist, grinning as she laughs from the sensation of the garland against her body once again.
But I know she won’t be laughing much longer.
With the wand vibrator in hand, I tie the other end of the garland around the section of the wand that separates the handle from the vibrating tip before placing it against her sensitive clit and making a few final ties. Essentially, Holly now wears a harness, though instead of having something attached to her to penetrate someone else, she will be forced to feel the vibrations of the toy for as long as I decide she should.
The cord that leads to the remote is long, but not quite long enough for what I have planned. Once making sure that Holly is still comfortable and secure with that pretty pussy still on display, I drag her—chair and all—closer to the edge of the bed until she is almost cunt to face with where my sister lays. They line up almost perfectly, as if the chair and bed were designed to work in tandem for just this event.
Noel’s eyes are wide as I place the remote in front of her and something akin to power flashes behind her eyes for the briefest of seconds before she turns her head to look at me with a questioning gaze.
“Merry Christmas Eve,” I tell her with a wink, pointing to the much more modern clock that adorns the wall on the far side of this bedroom.
The clock rolls over to midnight, and as it does, my sister turns the dial on the remote, a gentle, low hum filling the space between us.
“God, yeeeesss,” she moans, turning the simple, one-syllable word into something erotic.
Leaning into her, I pinch a nipple before giving the strewn goddess a kiss. “Nah, Little Girl, it’s Saint.”
She throws her head back and laughs, stopping only when my sister changes the speed of the device pressed up against her clit.
I walk back to the bed, procuring a few wooden clothespins, before returning to Holly. And as the vibrator lightly whirrs away, I give the clothespin a few squeezes, watching as the two pieces separate from one another before coming back together with a quiet little click. It’s a total bro move—one that any man who has ever picked up a drill or a pair of tongs has done—yet I can’t help it from happening.
Holly continues to squirm against her ties while watching me as I return to her side, never getting pressure exactly where she wants—just as intended. I trail a clothespin up her stomach, teasing across her collarbone and down her arm before opening it once again. This time, when it closes, it does so around her pink nipple.
Chuckling at the noise she makes, I repeat the process on her other breast, all the while continuing the playful touches I drag up and down her exposed skin.
“Imagine how one of these would feel against your clit.”
Her whimper in response is only encouraged as Noel once again changes the speed of the vibrator.
It’s interesting, splitting my time between the two women while trying not to leave one out of the fun. Sure, I’ve had my time alone with each of them today, but this experience—this is about coming together as a trio. Coming together as three separate bodies to create a powerful force of pleasure and elation enough to shake the cosmos off balance.
Good thing for all of us, despite what women will claim to the contrary about most men, I’m a master multi-tasker.
Taking a step back, I admire my handy work.
And what a fucking beautiful scene it is.
Holly is still tied to the chair, legs spread wide. Though now, where both Noel and I previously had a direct line of sight to her pussy, she’s obscured by the large head of the toy pressed against her slit. Each nipple is clamped carefully by a clothespin, and the most beautiful sheen of sweat has begun to break out across her sinful body.
Climbing back onto the bed, I now take my place behind Noel, urging her onto her hands and knees while keeping her facing toward her lover.
"You’re a lucky woman,” I tell her honestly. “And so is she. You’re both beautiful and intelligent, but together—you’re Goddamned breathtaking.”
