“There is nothing odd about it, Zane,” she says, standing and slowly strutting toward me. I straighten up in my seat, pushing back, and bracing myself for her touch. She slides her hand across my shoulder, wrapping one hand around my neck as she settles on my lap. Instantly my erection, present as ever, pushes into her ass. My hand slides over her thigh, trying my hardest not to push her dress up further.
The smile that spreads across her face proves she can feel just how fucking hard I am. “Nothing odd about the fact I want to fuck her girlfriend either?” I ask, insinuating Avery and Chloe have a more than friends relationship. I mean Chloe fucking went down on her, these girls have to be hot for one another. The thought makes my cock strain in my slacks.
Avery giggles, such a sweet and sexy sound. “Chloe and I, we love each other. She’s my best friend, the only person in this world I give a shit about.” Her hand reaches up to rub the stubble of my chin. I didn’t shave this morning and have a nice shadow around my jaw. “But it’s the twenty-first century Zane, I can be hot for pussy and dick.”
Now it’s me who laughs, “And I can be hot for an eighteen year old, tight little cunt?”
She leans forwards, licking across my jaw, the same path her fingers caressed. Her tongue is wet and warm, and my cock twitches imagining what it’d feel like wrapped around it. “You can be hot for two,” she whispers against my lips, pulling back and giving me a sexy little wink. “Want to play with us, Zane?”
Just as the question leaves Avery’s mouth, Chloe waltzes back into the room. I’m not sure if she notices Avery on my lap, if she does, she doesn’t say anything. Suddenly, Avery’s up and right in front of her, pulling one of the red and white outfits from her hand.
“Avery, you and I will be matching obvs, and Zane,” she mumbles as she reaches me, “This is for you. I thought it would be fun.” Her eyes stare at my feet as a deep blush creeps over her cheeks. “Will you wear it for me?” she asks, looking up at me between her long, thick lashes. She’s so fucking beautiful, and sexy. How have I never allowed myself the chance to notice?
Because she’s your fucking stepdaughter, the voice in my head sneers. Ex-step daughter, I sneer back. She’s eighteen and nothing of mine, Avery’s right, what’s holding me back?
I grab the Santa outfit from Chloe, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Anything for you baby girl, anything.”
Chapter 10
AVERY
It’s happening tonight.
I can feel it, the thick tension spreading in the room. It practically smells like sex already. Zane is incredibly hard, sitting across from us in the den, dressed like a sexy as fuck Santa Claus. The outfit Chloe gave him, one I’m surprised he put on, is nothing but a pair of red boxer shorts, with a painted black belt, and a long, red velvet robe with white fur on the hemlines. Zane looks like he’s fucking carved out of stone, every muscle of his abdomen perfectly formed, tan, hairless skin glowing under the dim lighting of the Christmas tree. So fucking sexy. Hot Santa Claus is eager to deliver his presents to his Mrs. Claus’s tonight.
Of course Chloe and I aren’t playing fair either. The incredibly short, red velvet skirts leave nothing to the imagination, while our matching crop tops are more of a fancy bralette. Oh and we can’t forget the Santa hats. Zane watches us with eager eyes and we dance in front of the Christmas tree, to the sound of Jingle Bell Rock, as promised. His phone is in his hand, recording our little performance. We asked him to of course, and he was quick to accept the role of Regina George’s mother.
I’m pretty sure this is spank bank material for any man, of any age.
We ditched the movie tonight, instead choosing to play a few drinking games, courtesy of my delicious Christmas Poison Punch, and decided to film our own performances. We’ve danced to the tune of Jingle Bells, All I Want For Christmas, Santa Baby, and Jingle Bell Rock on a loop, but no one's complaining. It might be due to the fact we’ve all got some jingle juice running through our veins.
It’s a Holly Jolly Christmas, right?
The clock is about to strike midnight, and according to Chloe, that means it’s time for presents.
“So I’ll go first!” she shouts, grabbing two packages out from under the tree. I feel a pang of guilt because I don’t have anything to give them. I’m not used to the usual Christmas etiquette, my mother and I have never exchanged gifts. I’m sure I can come up with something though.
Chloe hands us each a package wrapped in the prettiest silver and red striped wrapping paper. I’m eager to unwrap it, curious to know what’s inside.
Zane opens his first, and I see a frame with a candid photograph I took of Zane and her while we decorated the Christmas tree. They’re both laughing wholeheartedly, neither one looking directly at the camera, but the love these two feel for each other is written on their faces. I’ve never seen Chloe smile the way she does when she looks at Zane, and the way Zane’s been behaving this week, wearing a fucking Santa outfit when he hates the holiday, proves how much she means to him.
I crave that. To be loved by someone who will go out of their way to ensure you are happy. I feel that when I’m with Chloe. She’s been my best friend for almost five years and in those five years, I’ve grown to love her above everything and everyone else. As for Zane, the way he looks at me, the way his body reacts to our nearness, the feeling I get inside of me when I’m around him. It gives me hope, hope that one day I might have that too.
Zane flips over the frame and on the back, written in the prettiest handwriting is a quote.
“Family isn’t always who we are given, but those few we find along our path of life. Strangers we chose to replace the familiar, end up being the thing that makes us feel whole.”
I swear I see a teardrop fall upon his cheek as he stares at her with adoring eyes. The tension in the room is at its highest peak, ready to be cut through with the dullest of blades. It’s almost that time I can feel it.
I begin to open mine and both of them immediately turn to me. Under watchful eyes, I slowly peel off the wrapping paper and find a photograph of Chloe and I, from my birthday trip earlier this year. We’re also laughing and holding hands, standing in front of the Ferris wheel at the end of summer carnival back home. The sunset is glowing beautifully behind us, our hair colors blending into the different shades of the sky. This is what my relationship with Chloe is all about. The two of us, bonded together, two souls fading into one. I’ve never met anyone like her, and I now know I never want her out of my life. I love Chloe O’Connell and she loves Zane Anderson.
I flip it over as well, finding Chloe’s handwriting.
“Best friends forever, sisters for life, and soulmates till the end of time.”
Now it’s me who sheds a tear. I've finally found where I belong, who I belong with. I won’t lose her, I won’t lose them, I will make sure of that.
I jump toward Chloe and wrap my arms around her neck. “I love you Chlo, more than anything.”
“I know Avery, I love you too.”
I step back releasing her, and look around at the two of them, suddenly nervous and embarrassed that I didn’t get them something, but I don’t get a chance to say anything before Zane stands and pulls two small boxes out of his robe pocket.