Page 113 of Hey, Stepbro

"Best Christmas gift ever." Blakely's eyes shine with gratitude as I wrap my arms around him.

"Speaking of gifts, I've got one more surprise for you."

"But you've already done so much." Blakely's curiosity piques, and he sits up, wiping away his tears.

"Trust me, you're going to love it."

I whistle sharply, and the door to the upstairs bathroom creaks open.

Out leaps an adorable baby dachshund, its tiny paws skidding across the floor as it bounds towards us. Blakely's eyes widen, and a gasp escapes his lips as the puppy jumps into his arms.

"Is this…?" Blakely strokes the soft fur, unable to tear his gaze away from the small, black, wagging tail.

"Yep!" I grin, watching the joy light up his face. "Remember when we visited Rainbow Paws a few months ago, and you wanted that one Dachshund puppy?"

"Of course, I do! But how did you...?" His voice trails off, still in disbelief.

"Never ask a magician how he performs his tricks," I tease. "Her adoption papers are all set, and she's all yours. And our dads gave me the go ahead, so they won’t protest. Your dad agreed to get allergy shots again."

Blakely looks at me, his eyes filled with emotion. "You truly are the best boyfriend anyone could ask for."

"Anything for you."

"What should we name her?"

Blakely looks down at the puppy nestled in his arms. The little dachshund gazes back up at him with big, trusting eyes.

"Whatever you like."

Blakely ponders this for a moment, tapping his chin thoughtfully and studying the pup. "You know, she kind of reminds me of a book character I love... How about we name her 'Elio'?"

"Sounds perfect to me. Welcome to the family, Elio!"

"Me Oliver," Blakely growls playfully, pretending to bite the puppy's ear. "I eat you."

The newly named Elio barks happily, as if she understands exactly what's going on. Blakely and I share another tender kiss, and that's when I spot the candy cane on a nearby shelf.

Something sparks to life within me.

Hmmmm.

A naughty thought swirls through my mind.

I pick up the candy cane and unwrap it. I gently slide the tip into Blakely's mouth. "This will help you relax, little stepbro."

Blakely starts to suck on the candy, his eyes widening as the peppermint flavor fills his mouth. "Thank you, Santa."

Blakely moans, swirling his tongue around the candy cane. A trickle of spit drips onto his chin, and I lick it away.

My cock hardens, making me groan.

I shout to my dad, "Hey, can you call the puppy? Blakely and I need a moment alone."

"Sure thing." Dad whistles and, a couple of seconds later, the sound of tiny paws scampering down the steps fills the chalet.

"Okay, we're alone now." I palm Blakely's hips, who looks at me with curiosity. "I have something else to show you."

"Another surprise?" The candy cane is still clutched between Blakely’s lips.

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