Page 6 of Huge Christmas

I’ll forgive my friends for the trauma of being forced to listen to their reunion sex through the thin walls of their home. It must be hard for Jenna to be without Harrison for weeks at a time, and I totally get the need for a festive reunion. Even though I understand it, it still weirds me out.

“Other people have sex, you know,” Ethan laughs, when I try to hold my hands over my ears. He’s sitting to my left with his reading glasses propped low on his nose, staring at his phone. In a romance novel, he’d be the sexy professor archetype.

“That’s how babies are made,” Nathan says from my right. He’s rubbing cream into my legs, which is a job I am more than happy to do, but he seems to enjoy it.

“I know how babies are made,” I say. “You guys remind me practically every night.”

Ethan snorts, lowering the phone to the comforter and frowning at me. “You sound like you don’t enjoy the reminding.”

“Oh, she enjoys it alright.” Nathan deeps the massage to my calf and my toes curl.

“She’s enjoying that, for sure.”

My twin husbandshave a tendency totalk about me like I’m not in the room, but it’s never in a bad way and usually hilarious.

“Nathan has magic hands.” I lay back against the pillow and rest my head in my hands, closing my eyes so I can relax into his touch.

“Only Nathan?” Ethan runs his hand up my hip and under my camisole, his clever fingers finding my nipple and gently rolling it.

“You have magic fingers too.” His magic fingers move to the other breast, squeezing with perfect pressure.

Nathan mutters an expletive and not for the first time I marvel, once again, at the fact that we’ve been doing this for years, but they still treat the exploration of my body as though it’s virgin territory, even though we’ve been doing this for years.

“Are you guys seriously working up to fuck me in Jenna and Harrison’s spare bed?”

“Why do you think Ethan locked the door?” Nathan says.

“So nobody disturbed us while we were changing.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t the reason,” Ethan says.

“I was wondering why you didn’t put on your Christmas PJs.”

This time, both the twins roll their eyes and shake their heads. “Carrie, we love you more than life itself, but we are never wearing Christmas PJs. E. V. E. R.” Ethan bends over me, lifting my top so he can use his clever tongue to lick my stiff nipple. He doesn’t stop there though, moving to suck it into his mouth, all while maintaining eye contact. If we weren’t at a sleepover, I’d be moaning long and loud.

Nathan’s hand drifts up my thigh, no longer content with moisturizing, and now seeking what’s in my panties.

“Fuck,” I mutter, as his finger finds my slick opening and slides upward to find my clit.

“That’s it, baby. Let your legs drop open.”

I don’t waste time knowing what’s coming. Nathan’s clever fingers, followed by Nathan’s clever tongue. I love the way he licks me, like I’m the sweetest ice-cream and he’s trying to work out my flavor.

As he kneels between my legs, using his hands to push my panties aside, I smile at his concentration. “You know, all the girls have bought matching PJs for their families. We’re getting together tomorrow to take an awesome group shot.”

Even though I didn’t think it would be possible, Nathan loses focus on my pussy. “Awesome group shot of grown men dressed up like giant babies?”

“Not cool,” Ethan says, sliding down his sleep shorts to reveal a very long, very thick, very hard cock.

“If you’re trying to reassert your manhood in the face of the impending PJ emasculation,” I say, zeroing in on my favorite body part, “you’re going the right way about it.”

“My manhood is firmly intact,” he says, his tight fist tugging his cock into even longer, even harder proportions. “As you’re about to find out.”

“I never doubted it,” I laugh.

“That’s good to know.”

As Nathan leans in to lick between my legs, I reach out for Ethan’s manhood, encouraging him to bring it to my lips. The taste of him is as familiar as my morning coffee, as delicious as the tastiest dessert. The way he moans when I take him deep is enough to curl my toes, but Nathan’s mouth whispering over my warm pussy just makes everything sweeter and sharper.

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