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While my voice and hands are firm and steady, I’m secretly ready to combust on the inside, swearing I can feel the heat of my sister’s hot skin through the hand of her lover.
Using Holly’s hand as a guide, we slide across my stepsister’s skin in tandem. Across her stomach, over her thighs, we move closer and closer until the only barrier between the sweetest cunt I’ve ever smelled is another woman’s hand.
I feel Noel as she pushes against both Holly’s hand and my own. Searching for more pressure that I deny her with great satisfaction. “Could I have been touching your body this entire time? Been tasting that sweet, sweet pussy of yours since the day you turned eighteen?”
“I’ve always been yours, Saint.”
Noel’s eyes stay locked on mine in a silent dare. It’s a dare for me to let go of the last shred of restraint that is holding me back. A dare to give her what she has silently been asking of me since before I ever recognized the signs.
I’m so close to breaking down, to throwing caution to the wind. Then, without warning, the decision is made for me. The hand between me and Noel is gone, and every one of my fucking depraved fantasies is coming to life in front of my eyes.
Instantly, my fingers are coated in her slick, wet heat, and I have to stop myself from immediately lifting them to my mouth to have a taste of what I know will be the most delicious delicacy known to man.
I know it’s wrong—know that while she has apparently wanted me since she was just a young, naive teenager—she hasn’t given me consent to touch her in such an intimate way. I know that I should pull away, that we should talk without the audience of her lover, yet I can’t bring myself to move my hand from between her creamy thighs.
Before I can pull my head out of my ass long enough to know what is happening, Holly is behind me, pressing me closer and closer to Noel. She pants in my ear as her body writhes against my back, grinding up against me like a feral cat in heat. “She’s so fucking wet, isn’t she?”
“Soaked,” I say, my brain still working overtime to comprehend that my hands are on my stepsister’s body. That another woman—herlover—is pressed so tightly to my body that a single fucking hair wouldn’t fit into the space between us.
I can’t even stop to contemplate how wrong it is. I can’t stop to worry about the toy company or what my dad and stepmother will say if they ever find out about this. I can’t bother to think about the repercussions of my actions because, in this moment, I have the woman I have always wanted under my hands, another gorgeous goddess pressed against my back with her gentle curves and tight nipples—both women willing and ready for the taking.
And all of it feels soright.
Nails gently rake up and down my back, Holly playfully teasing me with those red talons that are slightly longer than my sister’s own nails. “Look up, Saint.”
Doing as she says, I let out a low, menacing chuckle when I see the sprig of mistletoe hanging above us by equally-as-festive red, velvet ribbon.
“Go ahead,” Holly says. “Give your beautiful little sister a kiss.”
Again, I follow her instructions as if she has cast a spell over my body. My lips crash against Noel’s with a force great enough to knock the world off its axis. She whimpers into my mouth as I part her lips with my tongue, and my cock weeps in my pants, desperate for touch or pressure oranykind of relief from the maddening hardness that has been happening for hours on end. My hands leave her body to tangle in her curls, tugging at the strands with just the slightest amount of pressure.
Finally, I pull back, searching Noel’s beautiful green eyes with my own. My words come out with a bite, and I immediately regret it when her eyes dim. “Is this what you want? Was this at the top of your Christmas wish list this year?”
Her hands come up to rest on my chest, and it’s the first time I’m overwhelmed with the sensation of four hands on my body at once as opposed to two.
I’ve done my fair amount of sharing over the years, always in the context of sharing another woman with a friend and never as it is at this moment. It’s a powerful feeling, multiple partners with their hands on me. Nails still teasing my back through the thin fabric of my shirt, both Holly and I wait, aware that at any moment, everything could come crashing to a stop with Noel’s simple words.
As my stepsister speaks, her voice trembles. And it’s at this moment that I know she’s not playing. That this isn’t some cruel joke she and Holly concocted to torment me. In fact, her voice is so strained, it’s as if she’s holding back tears, and it sends another small piece of the brick wall around my heart careening to the floor. “It’s been at the top of every list since I knew what want and need were. Since I knew what sex was, since I knew what passion and control were. Since I knew whatkinkwas. I might be young, and I might love Holly, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to know what you feel like inside of me—fromneedingto know what you feel like inside of me.”
With wide eyes, I continue to stare at her as she continues. “I know what you like to do, Saint. I’ve seen the women you’ve been with and know what you’re known for within your circle of friends. And if I can have it for even one day, have the two people who hold my entire heart in their hands, then who am I to turn that away?”
Reaching out, I cup her jaw in my hand, the smoothness of her skin sending a chill over my body. I close my eyes for a moment, relishing in the feel of her smooth skin against my rough palm. “You know this will change everything between us.”
She scoffs, more like the bratty little sister I’ve been secretly fond of for years and less like the wanton woman sharing her deepest desires from just mere moments before. “Saint, we’ve never hadanythingbetween us, so how couldeverythingpossibly change?”
I raise a brow, not in question, but in slight agreement. “And your mom and my dad? They can absolutely never find out. Noone can ever know about this. It would kill my dad’s business.”
Noel gives me a slight nod, though I can tell she doesn’t quite agree. “We’re not actually related, Saint.”
“I know that!” I say, louder than expected.
I try to back up, to put some space between myself and Noel as I once again seem to slip back into old thought patterns, but the body behind me stops me in my place.
“Look at her,” a voice says from behind me. “Don’t run away from her again, Saint. Can’t you see how badly she wants you? How badly sheachesfor you?”
How the hell I managed to forget there was another person—anotherwoman—in the room, I’ll never understand. But for a minute, it was just me and Noel, no other woman pressed against my back, no third person to complicate an already tangled mess.
Holly continues, her voice soft and calm, like someone trying to capture the attention of a skittish animal. Never thought I’d be the skittish one, but here we are. “Doesn’t she deserve to have everything she’s ever wanted? Don’t you deserve the same? From where I’m standing, we’re three consenting adults. What’s wrong with having a little extra Christmas cheer while we can?”
