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My cock jerks, and the smirk Holly throws my way proves she felt it, too.
“And here’s the thing, Saint. I must be more of a masochist than I originally thought I was because I want to give your sister everything she wants—even if that thing is you.”
I can’t figure out her angle, and it’s starting to piss me off.
“What are you getting at?” I snap.
Holly presses up onto her tiptoes, her lips centimeters away from my ear. “I’m saying that I’m getting ready to go wake up Sleeping Beauty. That I’m going to bring her out to the living room, light a fire in that enormous fireplace, spread her out on that bearskin rug, which I sincerely hope is faux fur, and devour every fucking inch of her body. And to the contrary of what you might believe, I’mveryopen to sharing.”
I narrow my eyes at her, still not completely sure of what she is suggesting.
With both of her hands now wrapped around my neck, her body flush against mine, Holly kisses my jaw. She kisses my neck and my cheek before placing one last kiss against my lips. “I’m saying—Saint—that being on the naughty list is way more fun than the alternative. What’s stopping you?”
And with that final word still on her lips, she pushes away from me, picking up both the long-forgotten mug and bottle of water before sauntering up to the second floor of the cabin as if she doesn’t have a care in the world and hasn’t just left my mind—and dick—a straining, dripping fucking mess.
The words ringthrough my head on repeat as I fight with the angel and devil sitting on my shoulders. I’m sitting on the edge of a double bed that is way too tiny for a man of my stature. My head in my hands, I teeter back and forth again and again, wondering if what Holly was propositioning me with was true or some cruel joke used to lure me into some wicked trap more suited for the likes of Old Hallow’s Eve than Christmas.
“I’m saying—Saint—that being on the naughty list is way more fun than the alternative. What’s stopping you?”
And for fuck’s sake, I have been nice. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve been nice for way too fucking long when all I’ve really wanted to do is stake my claim on the bratty, little stepsister who made the last decade of my life a living fucking hell. When all I wanted to do was spank her naughty, perfect, upside-down heart of an ass with each boy she paraded in front of me. Wanted to tear what minimal clothes she wore off her body so I could greedily drink in her perfectly petite body with curves inallthe right places.
Instead, I walked away from her time and time again.
Instead, I ran when she challenged me.
Instead, I pushed her away when the entire fucking time, I should have been pulling her closer.
Instead…instead…instead.
Well, you know what?
Fuck instead.
With my security bottle of booze firmly clutched in hand, I open the door of the bedroom, unaware of what waits on the other side. My bare feet quietly plod against the cold, wooden floor, and when I come to the end of the hallway, I stop short, in awe of the sight unfolding in front of me.
From the dark shadows of the hallway, I watch entrancedly
as Holly sinks to the cold, hardwood floor in front of my stepsister. She pushes her oversized nightshirt up to expose her perfect fucking breasts—barely more than a handful—forcing what amounts to a scrap of fabric into Noel’s hands before placing a gentle kiss against her flat stomach.
Despite the low light flickering across the walls from the living room fireplace, I can see the gooseflesh as it breaks out across her skin, and it makes my already uncomfortable dick almost unbearable. With one hand still on my glass bottle of whiskey, I palm myself over my sweatpants with the other, giving myself a hard squeeze to try to control the overwhelming urge to stride into the room and claim both of these women as my own.
Noel whimpers as her lover drags her panties down her legs, and I swear to Christ, I almost explode in my fucking pants like an inexperienced teenager who just got his hands on his dad’s hidden porn stash.
It’s a needy yet quiet little mewl, the sound that escapes into the otherwise quiet night barely audible over the sound of the low music playing over the surround sound and the crackling fire coming from the large, brick fireplace that stands in the middle of the room. It’s a sound I’ve obsessed about drawing from her pillowy soft lips since before it was ever appropriate to think about her in a sexual way.
Though truly, is it ever appropriate to think about one’s own stepsister’s plump lips that could likely suck the chrome off a fucking doorknob?
A moan across the room brings me back to the present, where Holly’s fingers trace a teasing pathway over Noel’s thighs, growing closer and closer to her cunt with each and every pass of her fingertips. Despite the distance between us—me hidden in the shadows of the hallway like some perverted Krampus who has come to scare children and steal Christmas while Noel stands wanton as delicate fingers circle closer and closer to her center—I swear I can smell her arousal.
It drives me absolutely feral, and a low growl escapes from somewhere deep inside me. A dank, dark cavern where I keep all my most taboo desires locked away.
Like the absolute white-hot need I now feel to punish my stepsister for the relentless teasing over the years. The need I feel to pull her over my lap and redden those perfect heart-shaped ass cheeks that I long to sink my teeth into as her girlfriend watches on, waiting for her own turn under my heavy palm for the evil part she has played in seducing me with this wicked display of spank bank material.
Before I can stop myself or think better of it, I emerge from the shadows like a villainous underlord, slowly and deliberately crossing the living room, my eyes trained on the two women the entire time.
My sister’s eyes meet mine as I stride across the room, coming to stand mere inches away from where she is pressed with her back against the nearby wall. Holly’s hands stop their careful movements, stilling her exploration of the creamy expanse of skin in front of us.
“Tell me, my darling little sister.” I reach out and grasp Holly’s hand in mine, placing it back on Noel’s smooth body that I long to touch without the barrier between us. “Have I truly been blind this entire time?”
