I was prone to night terrors and hallucinations from something as simple as NyQuil, and I had a fuck ton of it that week. All I can remember is this cloud of peace and safety that enveloped me at night. Avery would climb into bed with me instead of staying in the guest room and cuddle me so that the night terrors wouldn't be so intense. My nights were spent in her embrace while she caressed my arms with her fingertips and whispered things about her day to calm me, putting me to sleep. Her voice was like honey and her touch was like silk. Magical. After coming out of my cold coma I had all these new feelings for my best friend. Feelings I knew I wasn't supposed to have but were there anyway.
I felt awkward having these thoughts about my best friend but once they appeared they never left, they’ve only grown into something I’m afraid I can’t hide any longer. So when Avery mentioned teaching me the art of seduction, I felt almost guilty. Almost.
The only question now, who will I learn to seduce?
...
“I know exactly what we need to do,” Avery says, walking up behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. She watches me finish applying my makeup, her gaze meeting mine through the mirror. She crinkles her nose, a sign she’s deep in thought. “For starters, you need something more provocative.” Reaching into the makeup bag she brought with her, she pulls out the same shade of red she currently wears on her lips.
Of course Avery is flawless tonight, her makeup perfect per usual. Bright red lips, long dark lashes, and a winged liner making her blue, almond shaped eyes pop. She opens the lipstick, gripping my chin, and turning my face to her as she swipes the blood stain on my lips. Gently and slowly, she brings her thumb up to swipe any excess off the sides.
“Perfect, now these lips aren’t only tempting, they’re fuckable.” I swallow thick, her sultry voice, sending a wave of arousal through me. The way she watches me gives me a flash of hope that maybe, just maybe, my best friend has thought about me the way I constantly think of her.
“I never would have gone with red,” I mumble, unable to think of anything else.
A sinful smile creeps over her gorgeous face, “Red stains,” she murmurs, leaning forward. My lower back is now against the sink, and her hands resting on either side of me caging me in. “You want him to picture these lips wrapped around his cock, leaving their mark. Red, hot kisses trailing over every inch of his hot, hard body.”
The temperature of the room has now tripled, the mirror behind me surely fogged up with our heavy breathing. I swallow down hard once again, bringing my tongue out to lick my lips, her gaze following its movement. “Keep doing that and he won’t have to imagine for long. He’ll have you sprawled on the couch with his head between your legs, before dragging you down to your knees and shoving his monster of a cock inside this pouty little mouth.” Her hand grips my chin again, tighter than before, “Because no doubt he has a monster hidden behind those tight ass sweatpants.”
“I wouldn’t know what to do,” I whimper, “I’ve never…”
Her eyes go wide at my admission. This should be nothing new to her. I mean I’ve dated guys sure, even had a few boyfriends, yet I somehow always ended up comparing them to Zane, and of course none of them ever measured up to him. I’ve kissed a few frogs, but none of them are the one I’ve been secretly wanting for years.
It’s also why for a moment I thought I was a lesbian. I wasn’t interested in having sex with any of the boys my age. The only person who made me feel things was Avery. But even then, no other girl did. I don’t think I have a type. No male or female, my type has a name, well two actually. Zane Anderson and Avery Taylor.
“You’ve never?” she asks, not wanting to make me uncomfortable by asking.
“I’ve kissed a few guys, used some tongue, even grabbed one through a pair of gym shorts, but I ‘ve never,” I pause unsure if I should continue, “Tasted one.”
Her smile turns wicked, “Oh honey, by the time I’m done with you. You’re going to taste it, grab it, and fuck your little brains out riding it. And what a wild ride it will be.”
Chapter 5
ZANE
We ended the night the same way Chloe and I would end ours every night during the entire month of December when I was still married to her mother. A Christmas movie fucking marathon, or how I prefer to call it, the Tenth Circle of Hell. Tonight it’s Home Alone: 1, 2, and 3. How they managed to get that many storylines from that franchise is astonishing on its own. That damn kid, just once I’d wish they would have caught the little asshole. The fact that my little girl has made it a staple in her Christmas ritual is just straight up painful.
Avery is currently snuggled up to Chloe on the couch drinking yet another cup of hot cocoa. Chloe is laying on the corner seat, while Avery lays across her lap with her ass pointing in my direction. Fucking tease. She’s doing it on purpose, she has to be. Both of them are back in those damn Christmas pajamas, well they’re practically lingerie. Of course my dick is in the same state it has been in since they walked in after dinner, hard as a fucking rock. There is no denying that watching them strut around the house has made me more tense than usual.
Avery is a fucking vixen, with curves in all the right areas, and toned muscle where it belongs. I have to admit as much as it confuses the hell out of me, even Chloe looks damn good in those shorts. I blame it on the damn silk. Any woman is fucking tempting in silk.
Not to mention I can clearly see the indentation of Avery’s nipple piercing through the thin fabric. I nearly spit out my coffee when I caught a glimpse of them this morning. At first I thought she was probably just cold, or horny, but then I saw the imprint of the small balls of the barbell poking through.
I run my hand over my cock, adjusting myself as it painfully tries to break free from my sweats as I imagine running my tongue over them, and sucking the metal into my mouth. There is no end in sight for the time being. Going upstairs to relieve myself would be too suspicious right now. After this movie, I’ll go to my room and take care of my painful erection while picturing these two little elves helping Santa out, or better yet helping each other.
I’m a fucking pervert. There is no other explanation. I mean here I am pouring myself my third glass of whiskey and heading back to sit on the couch with the two tightest asses in the state. Thinking about them fucking each other is almost as bad as thinking about them fucking me. Picturing them taking my cock to the back of their throats and choking like the good girls they are. Girls. Fuck. That’s exactly what they are, young girls. Eighteen or not, they are too damn young for me. What the fuck am I thinking? Even worse is Chloe was my stepdaughter. I am so fucked in the head.
Though I may be an animal, I am also damn ravenous. If I'm not careful I may just take a bite out of these deliciously sweet treats.
If I thought I was fucked up before, I know I am now.
A soft giggle catches my attention, as Chloe runs her hand up and down Avery’s arm, tracing the candy cane hearts of her top. What the fuck?
Both their gazes are focused on the movie in front of them, but it’s Chloe's hand that commands mine. Her fingers keep inching closer to Avery’s tits, and I swear it’s as if she’s about to start playing with her nipples. Chloe must be drawn to the piercings too. I shake my head trying to get the thought out of my head. It’s useless. I’m not imagining it.