“Let me watch the two of you.” He’s stroking harder. “I know it’s all kinds of fucked up, but I want to see…”
I take hold of Blair’s waist and lift her off me and onto her back, spreading her legs with my knees. She’s wet and ready, her nipples hard and she’s only looking at me.
“Wrap your legs high around me.” I position myself so that Isaac can see me fuck her.
She does, her nails in my back, urging me to fill her. I line myself up and push in hard, all the way and she moans at the stretch.
“You’re so fucking big….” She becomes limp and her eyelids go heavy. She isn’t saying the words to please me. I know when I take her like this everything else becomes white noise; this is the only thing in her world.
I start to move, shifting a hand so I can squeeze her nipple, pinching the hard bud. It becomes a good hard fuck, the pace steady and solid, her tits moving with each thrust.
Isaac is behind us, I feel his eyes on what we’re doing, hear him breathing. I link my hands under Blair’s ass, lifting her slightly so I can go deeper. Her moans and words aren’t controlled now and she grasps on to my back and forearms as if she’s afraid she’ll float away if she doesn’t hold on.
“So good at this,” I whisper to her. “So tight around my dick. Wish I could fuck you forever.”
“You can.” Her words are barely comprehendible. She comes with force, her body ricocheting and then I let go myself, coming inside her hard, holding her onto my cock because I’m scared the force of it will push her away.
Isaac moves in closer, and I’m just about aware of him ejaculating onto us, his seed mingling with our sweat, casting over Blair’s tits.
If I could come again I would.
I watch where our bodies are joined as I pull out, my semen leaking out of her. There’s a sense of satisfaction that I haven’t felt before and I brace myself above her, looking at her flushed cheeks and sex hair, Isaac’s ejaculate over her breasts, memorising how she looks right now.
“Happy Christmas.”
I laugh. “Was that my present?”
“One of them. Let’s get ready and see what Santa’s left!”
* * *
Under the tree is packed with presents. Every colour of paper and bags in reds and silvers and golds. The king is propped up on the bed that’s been installed in the lounge and he looks happy, excited to see his daughter. Ivy is already there, sitting next to Isaac who had the sense to go up at a different time.
That me and Blair have a relationship is no secret inside these walls. No one says anything, it’s just accepted.
Gifts are passed around, tokens and presents, some practical, some bordering on extravagant. Blair opens jumpers from her parents and a new saddle. Her father has a collection of bed socks and whisky, photographs of his family and books for someone to read to him.
Isaac passes me a beautifully wrapped gift, the paper black and shiny. I open it carefully, half worried about what’s inside.
It’s a pocket knife, but not one that comes in packaging from any company. This is bespoke and dangerous; different blades, a pen drive I suspect is already loaded and a tracker.
So I can be found if I choose.
“Thank you.” I look to him and see his face light up. He swallows and I notice the movement in his throat. It was important to him that I liked the gift, and I do.
“Open yours.”
There’s a badly wrapped box near his feet.
He picks it up and starts to pull apart the paper, the tape not really in the right places.
I see Blair watching too, curious as to what it is that I’ve given him and probably slightly concerned that it might not be parent safe.
It is safe. Four sets of silver cufflinks, all engraved. By hand.
“You did these?”
I nod.
