Christmas Eve With the Texas Boys

by C. J. Welles

  “Are you serious?” Callie asks, her mouth wide open. “What does Jolene say about it?”

  “She only really mentioned it the first time he done something different. Like really different. That’s all I’m saying about it. If Jolene wanted us all to know about her sex life, she’d tell us,” Casey says.

  “I understand,” Callie answers, but I can tell she’s bursting to ask more questions.

  “So, change of subject,” Ryan says.

  “I agree,” I say. I don’t need to know anymore details about Nathan and Jolene.

  “We better get going,” Billy pipes in. Billy who has been quiet for the past ten minutes.

  He, like the rest of us, knows about Makayla and Ryan’s past. He knows they’ve had sex. I don’t really like the guy, but I feel sorry for him.

  Brett, the guy Casey slept with once, is an okay guy. The first time I met him I thought he was a fucking looser, but after meeting him a few more times, I’ve learnt he isn’t. The only reason why I can stand to be around him, though, is because he’s now happily engaged to Annie, and they have a son. I see the way he looks at Annie, and it’s the way I look at Casey. Annie is everything to him and he doesn’t look at Casey in anyway apart from a friend.

  But if I was in Billy’s situation, no fucking way could I sit here like he is. He’d have to know Ryan is still pining for Makayla, and you’d have to be blind to not see the way she looks at Ryan.

  Once Makayla and Billy leave, it’s just the five of us left. After several more drinks, Ryan, Jace and I make sure the bonfire is nearly out, then we all make our way back to the house. There, the five of us attempt to put the trampoline together. After an hour and a half and several more drinks, we get it put together.

  “Thanks so much for a good night,” Casey says as her and Callie hug.

  “No, thank you for coming and for the good news. I know it’s all a bit scary, but I know everything will work out fine. We all need to stay positive about it.”

  “I know, and thank you,” Casey replies. She pulls away from Callie and I see her swipe a tear away.

  Next I pull Callie in for a hug. “Make sure you looks after her,” Callie quietly says in my ear.

  “As if I won’t.”

  “I know, but I still had to say it. If I didn’t, it wouldn’t make me a true friend.”

  I let out a laugh. “Thank you,” I say to her. “Honestly. I know it was hard for you when you first met Casey after what happened with Krystal. But you, Callie, you were an amazing person and welcomed her with open arms.”

  “I won’t lie to you Bryson, as you know. It was hard at first. I always have liked Casey and she’s nice, but it was hard as I had to remind myself that Casey wasn’t replacing Krystal.”

  “I understand, which is why I admire you. You’re a strong person when you need to be but you have a huge heart. A lesser person wouldn’t have given Casey the time of day.”

  “All right you two, break it up,” Jace says. “It’s time for me to drag my wife away for kinky time.”

  “Jace,” Callie scolds him as she playfully slaps his arm with her palm.

  “What? You’re the one who brought it up earlier.”

  “That was then, I’m a bit soberer now,” Callie says with a scowl and we laugh.

  Saying goodbye, Casey and I climb into my truck then I drive the short distance to my parents house. As I‘ve had a few drinks, I don’t want to drive on the road, but we can reach my parents house by going through the tracks on the ranches.

  “Thank you for tonight. Thank you for everything. Thank you for loving me through all that we’ve been through,” Casey says to me when I pull up at the steps out the front of my parents house.

  “Baby, you don’t need to thank me. At all. It’s our love that has gotten us through the tough times. It’s our love that has brought us back together.”

  “I know,” Casey whispers as she leans over for a kiss.

  When my lips touch hers, it feels like sparks fly between us.

  Like every kiss with Casey does.

  “I love you, babe,” I say to her when we break the kiss.

  “I love you too,” Casey replies.

  “Come on, we better get some sleep before we tell our parents tomorrow. Remember to send your mom a message first thing in the morning to tell them to come over for breakfast.”

  With one last quick kiss, we climb out of my truck and make our way into my old bedroom. After stripping off our clothes, we climb into bed and I make sweet love to Casey until we’re both worn out. Then we fall asleep with me wrapped around her, holding her close to my body.

  Chapter 9

  "What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future."

  – Agnes M. Pahro

  Nathan

  “That’s the last one,” Jolene says as she sits on the sofa next to me. She curls into my side, then looks up at me.

  “Thank God, I was going to flip if I had to touch another piece of sticky tape,” I reply as I look at our living room floor which is covered in presents.

  “It’s worth it. Every inch of wrapping paper and tape. It’s our little girls first Christmas.”

  “A Christmas she won’t remember.”

  “I know, but we will,” Jolene replies. “Is there anything else we need to do or are you ready for bed?”

  “Not ready for bed,” I murmur my reply as I get lost in her bright blue eyes.

  The only thing I want to do in this moment is take her to our bedroom and fuck her gently until she’s screaming my name. Since Jolene and I got together, our sex life has been amazing. It doesn’t matter how many times a day I want sex or what I want to do to her during sex, she always meets me thrust for thrust. It doesn’t matter if I have her hands tied behind her back or her ankles tied to the bed, she’s there, wanting it all. I always thought she would shy away from anything that isn’t vanilla sex, but she has proved me wrong.

  “I’m ready to lay you on-”

  My cell rings, making me pause. I lift my hips up and pull my cell from my back pocket and see Ryan’s name on the screen. Being my twin brother, I nearly don’t reply as God knows what he wants, but I do anyways.

  “What’s up?” I say after I accept the call, right at the same time that Jolene slides her hand from where it’s resting on my thigh. Her hand keeps on moving until it brushes over the bulge behind my fly. Since I began thinking about sex with Jolene, I had been hard as a fucking rock. Hard enough to nearly be painful.

  “Hey, brother,” Ryan says, a slight slur to his words.

  “What’s up?”

  “She loves him.”

  He’s talking about Makayla. This conversation happens often once Ryan is too drunk.

  “I see how she looks at me, but she looks at him the same way.”

  I bite my lip to hold back a groan as Jolene flicks the button on my jeans open, then slips the tips of her fingers under the waistband. She slowly skates her hand down further, and I struggle to hear what Ryan’s saying as Jolene’s fingers brush along my shaft.

  “Ryan, I think it’s time to move on. They’ve been together for over a year.”

  “But I love her.”

  “Do you really? Or do you just think you do as it’s what’s familiar for you? If you truly loved Makayla, you would have made her yours earlier.”

  “Fuck off. You say that, but you and Jolene pussy footed around for years.”

  “I know, but honestly, you and Makayla have to get your act together. I love you bro, but these calls are happening more often. It’s nearly midnight on Christmas Eve and you’re calling me about her.”

  “Fuck,” he spits out.

  I know I’m being harsh, but the whole Ryan and Makayla thing has been going on for years and the love triangle they’ve got themselves in started over a year ago. It also doesn’t help that my fiancé’s hand is rubbing my dick, and I’m hard as fucking steel and needing to be inside her.

  Jolene�
�s hand wraps around my cock and she begins stroking me, and it’s getting harder to keep quiet as Ryan half heartedly pours his heart out on the other end of the phone. After three strokes, I place my hand over hers, stopping her.

  Jolene’s lips pout and she goes to remove her hand from inside my jeans. It’s not happening though. She started this, and now I’m going to finish it. I just need to get my brother off the phone first.

  “How about we talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober,” I say.

  I know it won’t happen though, as he locks his feelings up tight. They only show when he’s waisted.

  “Whatever, wish my niece Merry Christmas in the morning.”

  He ends the call and I throw my cell on the other end of the couch then lean down and crash my lips against Jolene’s. She lets out a moan that I swallow as I part her lips and push my tongue into her mouth. One of my hands fumbles with the zipper on my jeans as the other one holds Jolene’s hand in place. Once my zipper’s down, I let go of Jolene’s hand, raise my hips, and push my jeans down until my cock springs free.

  Breaking the kiss, I peck Jolene on the tip of her nose. “Baby, you started this. You got me hard by just thinking about sex with you and then you put your hand down my pants.” I grip the base of my cock and pump it twice. Hard and fast. “I need your hand on me. Now.”

  Jolene wraps her tiny hand around mine and we both watch as our hands slide up and down my shaft together. Jolene’s not even touching my dick, just my hand but it’s still hot as fuck watching both our hands together.

  “Hmmmm, well,” she says, then suddenly removes her hand and stands up. Her swollen pregnant belly is right in front of me, and it makes my dick impossibly harder.

  Just knowing she’s pregnant with my baby does things to me. There was a time when I never thought Jolene and I would ever talk again. Now, we’re engaged, have a daughter and another baby on the way.

  “There’s one problem,” she says with a devilish smirk on her face as she backs away from me. “We’re in the living room and our toys are in the bedroom.” With a laugh, Jolene turns and rushes towards our bedroom.

  I sit here for a moment and laugh at her excitement, then I leap off the couch. My cock is still jutting out of my jeans, but I don’t bother tucking it away. I won’t have my clothes on for much longer. With my dick bobbing with every long stride towards our room, I eat up the distance with a hunger flowing through me. A hunger to get my hands on Jolene’s sexy as all fucking hell body.

  When I reach the bedroom, Jolene’s already got her top and bra off. Her heavy breasts look magnificent and I waste no time in wrapping my lips around her rosy nipple. I suck hard, then graze my teeth over the tip, which pulls a moan from deep inside her.

  “Oh shit, Nathan.” She fists one hand in my hair and holds my head there as her other hand reaches down and wraps around my cock. “That feels good. Don’t stop,” she pants as she strokes me slowly from the tip to the base.

  “Mmmhmm,” I murmur around her nipple. I know the vibration will add to the desire currently swimming through her body.

  As much as Jolene doesn’t want me to, I let go of her nipple with a loud pop, then step back. “God, what are you doing? That felt good,” Jolene whines with a pout.

  “I know, but what I’m about to do will feel better. Now strip the rest of your clothes off.” Walking to our walk-in robe, I pull the bottom draw open and remove the hand cuffs and keys to go with it, and a short length of rope. Lastly, I grab a tie that’s most likely never been used.

  Suits and ties aren’t my thing.

  When I get back in our room, Jolene is lying on the bed on her back. Her legs are spread and she’s rubbing her thumb over her clit while she pinches a nipple with her other hand.

  “Fucking hell, Jo.” I let out a loud groan that nearly sounds painful. Which isn’t far off from what I’m feeling. Watching Jolene touching herself makes my dick hard enough that it’s throbbing and ready to blow. “Do you want sex, or do you want me to come like a fucking thirteen-year-old who’s jacking off to a playboy magazine? If you keep going like that, I’ll explode right where I’m standing.”

  “Sex with you, but I couldn’t wait.”

  “I can tell,” I huskily murmur.

  Fuck, I love pregnant Jolene. Not only is she willing to explore anything in the bedroom, but she now encourages it.

  “Stop touching yourself and stand up, baby.” I drop the items from my hand onto my nightstand then push my jeans down and kick them off. Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I toss it on the floor then face Jolene who is standing by the bed watching me.

  “Why am I standing?” she asks as she looks at the hand cuffs. She looks confused which isn’t a surprise.

  What I’m going to offer Jolene is new. She’s asked for this many times, but I’ve always denied her.

  I keep my eyes trained on Jolene as I lie in the middle of our bed. I don’t have to say anything for her to realize what’s going to happen. Her eyes widen and I know she knows.

  “You’re cuffing me to the bed this time,” I say as I raise my arms over my head so she can put the cuffs on.

  “Why?” she asks, confused again as I always say no when she asks.

  “Because I want to switch things up. It’s Christmas Eve baby, it’s your treat.”

  “Thank you,” she replies with a wide smile as she clicks the cuffs on my hands without any hesitation. She pulls on my linked hands then lifts them to the bedhead and ties them there with the rope.

  “Anything for you, Jo?” I reply as I pull on the rope to see how well she tied it. When my arms don’t budge much, I assume she doesn’t want me to move in a hurry.

  “Now, hop on the bed and place the tie on me, then you’re free to do whatever you please.”

  Jolene climbs up on the bed, straddles my thighs then slowly slides her hands up my body. She slides the tie around my head, and my dick pulses and my heart rate quickens when I see my fiancé naked and straddling me.

  The last thing I see is her full tits right in front of my face before she places the tie over my eyes.

  Fuck me, maybe this was a bad idea.

  With the last image of Jolene in my mind, I decide this is a bad idea as I want to see her straddling me.

  Jolene

  I look at Nathan who is tied up and naked as he lies underneath me. His dark brown eyes are full of heat as they flick all over my body, taking in every inch of me.

  Doing the tie up, I get one last look at his eyes before they disappear. Once I’ve finished, I rest my palms on Nathans thighs.

  “So, I’m free to do anything I want?”

  “Well, within reason. You can’t leave this room until you’ve had multiple orgasms and you’re not allowed anywhere near my ass.”

  “That’s not fair,” I fake whine. “You’re allowed access to mine.” I have no desire whatsoever to put anything near Nathan’s ass, but I’m happy to tease him for a moment.

  “That’s different. You love it. I don’t.”

  He’s right there. I never thought I would enjoy anal, but I was wrong.

  “How do you know until you try it?” I ask him, still trying to get him worked up.

  “I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell not fucking trying it,” he growls.

  “Okay, calm the farm. I’m kidding,” I say with a short laugh.

  Ending all teasing, I run my palms up Nathan’s thighs then lean over him and place my lips against his.

  And it’s amazing.

  The fact that I’m in charge turns me on more. I can break the kiss when I want. I can touch him wherever I want for how long I want, and he just has to accept it. Nathan’s always in control in the bedroom, but not tonight.

  Tonight, he’s given me that power.

  I pull back, stopping the kiss, then slowly move my lips down his body. I kiss each inch as I go, until my lips are hovering over his pelvic bone.

  Placing my tongue at the base of his cock, I slide my tongue to the tip
in one long lick, where I then brush my lips across the slit in the tip. Nathan’s hips buck, wanting more, when I pull away.

  “Not yet,” I say as I lean back.

  “You’re a tease.”

  “I know, but what I’m about to do will feel better,” I say throwing his words back at him.

  I scoot up nathan’s thighs until my pussy is inline with his erection. But instead of sinking down on top of him, I tease him a little by rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance. I rotate my hips up and down several times, causing his cock to nudge just inside my pussy. He thrusts up, trying to sheath himself inside, but before he can, I pull my hips back then make my way further up his body.

  “You are a fucking tease, Jolene Hart,” he groans.

  “I know, baby, but you love it.”

  “You’re right there,” he mumbles.

  “You know what I like most from you in the bedroom. The thing you like doing to me over and over again,” I say while straddling his torso.

  “Yeah, baby. Come on up here. Hold the headboard and straddle my face as I make you scream,” Nathan says.

  Nathan would happily spend hours between my legs as he brings me to orgasm with his tongue.

  Shifting further up his body, I keep going until my knees are resting on the bed each side of Nathan’s head. I sink further down onto my knees until my pussy is just above his mouth.

  “Fuck, babe, I’d give anything to see you right now.”

  “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll take the blindfold off.”

  Nathan just growls, then a second later his tongue is flicking out and brushing across my clit, then down until he thrusts it inside my pussy.

  Nathan knows my pussy like the back of his hand, he doesn’t need to see it to know how to make me come. He’s spent enough time down there to know it by feel. My back arches as he thrusts his tongue in and out of my pussy. Every few strokes of his tongue, he swipes it over my clit and I moan loudly with each swipe.

  When I can’t handle it anymore, I pull away and lean back.