My Christmas Wish: Part One

Snow falls like it always does this time of year. Fire popping in the grate. Jenna wraps last-minute boxes, thinks she hears nothing except gift wrap crinkle until RayVeness yells into the phone about a husband who puts deadlines above his own blood. RayVeness hangs up, voice shaking. She sits the girl down. "He’s not coming." The words sit heavy between them. Jenna grins—sharp, bright. "We’ll just have to make it ours, then." RayVeness studies her stepdaughter a second, hunger winning. She leans in, catches full lips with hers. Soft at first. Then deeper, tongue sliding in, claiming the kiss they’ve both thought about for months. "He’ll never know," Jenna whispers against her mouth. RayVeness’s hand slides inside Jenna’s unbuttoned shorts. Fingers part slick folds, circling the tight nub, dipping just enough to feel how soaked she already is. Jenna’s nipples tighten under her thin top. RayVeness squeezes one between thumb and forefinger, rolling it, pinching harder when Jenna moans. "Been dying to taste this sweet cunt since your dad moved in," RayVeness says, breath hot. "Dreamed about eating you out right under his roof." She drags fingers through dripping heat, coats them, then pulls back, bringing the gloss to Jenna’s lips to watch her lick it off. RayVeness tugs the shorts lower, spreads Jenna wide on the couch. Tongue drags slowly up slick pussy lips, sucking the swollen clit between gentle teeth, flicking it until Jenna’s thighs quake. Every flick says Christmas will never feel the same.