My Christmas Wish: Part Two

RayVeness lies in bed, drenched in sweat, her heart hammering against her ribs. The nightmare clings to her. Firelight. Wrapping paper. Her stepdaughter Jenna’s mouth. She wakes gasping, tells herself it was only a dream, swears she will stop. She pads downstairs barefoot, finds Jenna waiting by the tree, eyes bright, already tearing at presents. The green dress is beautiful. Jenna passes it across and RayVeness takes it, but the words spill out anyway. “Your father can never know.” Jenna nods, already leaning in under an invisible sprig of mistletoe. RayVeness tries to hold back, but her daughter’s lips win. The kiss deepens, careful pretense gone. Jenna sinks to her knees, takes one heavy breast in her mouth, tongue circling the nipple until RayVeness shudders. She pushes the girl back onto the rug, peels the thin panties aside, and drags her tongue over slick folds, tasting slowly, deliberately, savoring every twitch. Jenna arches and begs for more. She guides RayVeness into the armchair, spreads her thighs wide, and buries her face between them, licking with greedy, noisy hunger. Somewhere upstairs a door clicks; footsteps echo on the landing. The girls freeze, listening, the air thick with the scent of sex and pine.