Christmas Spirit: Part One

When Shyla brought her girl home, Reena caught them in the sheets. Her perfect stepdaughter kissing another woman instead of lining up a rich husband like she’d raised her to do. After her husband died Reena doubled his money and then some. She gave the girl everything. Now Shyla was pissing it away on pussy. Reena kicked the girlfriend out—Christmas Eve or not. Shyla cried. Reena shut the bedroom door. She stripped, climbed into the dark, and drifted. Sleep came easy. Then the room changed. The air went cold. The Spirit of Christmas Past floated in with the scent of cold smoke and old perfume. Four years earlier. Same house. Christmas morning. Shyla handed Reena a shiny blue bracelet. Reena thumbed it like cheap trash and tossed it aside. “You spent your allowance on this,” she sneered. “I already own everything money buys. All I want from you are orgasms. Give me what a husband should be giving me.” Shyla flinched. Reena laughed—soft, cruel. “Don’t pretend this is new. You turned eighteen three months ago and we both know how that night went.” She held out her hand. “If you’re too good for the gift, I’ll take the phone back too.” Shyla swallowed, nodded. “Okay.” Reena lay back, opened her legs in invitation. Shyla crawled up, tugged Reena’s thigh-high boots off like she was unwrapping silk. Reena watched her daughter’s tits fill out, nipples dark against pale skin. She palmed one, pinched the other, tugged until Shyla whimpered. Then she shoved the turquoise lace down Shyla’s thighs and buried her mouth in the dark tuft between the girl’s legs. Shyla jerked and rode her face, grinding down on the tongue that shoved inside her and the finger that followed. Wet noises filled the room. Reena flipped her over, spread her cheeks, licked a wet stripe over Shyla’s asshole, rubbed the swollen clit until the girl shook apart. When she came down, Reena lay back again, spread wide. Shyla licked her mother’s dripping cunt until Reena’s voice cracked, thighs clamping tight around her face. Outside the window the Spirit waited, finger crooked. Reena shook her head. “No. No more.”