Thanks-giving and Thanks-taking

Thanksgiving, Thankstaking, and Thanksharing

The smell of cinnamon and apples radiated from the kitchen as Nathan walked by. The sweet smell drew him in like a moth to the flame. As he poked his head into the kitchen, a voice carried from across the room.

"Yeah it should be done in just a few - then we'll head over."

Without noticing his presence, Emily was looking out a window while talking on the phone. As her conversation carried on, Nathan's eyes traced over the backside of his fiancée. He admired her curvy silhouette, despite it being obscured by a loose t shirt. Dropping further, his gaze fell to a pair of bell bottom jeans pulled tightly against a large butt and thick thighs. As a familiar feeling began to stir in his loins, Nathan lifted his sight upward. Slightly curvy brunette locks were tied into a loose ponytail, swaying gently as Emily spoke.

"That's great. I'm glad she made the drive safely."

Nathan could hear the slight shift in her voice, betraying a hint of sarcasm that only he would be able to pick up on. As Emily listened to the voice on the phone, Nathan saw her face reflected in the window. Through the lenses of her glasses and then reflected through the glass of the window, a pair of deep brown eyes met his gaze. A button nose crinkled and a pair of slightly chubby cheeks parted as tongue emerged from between a pair of pink lips. Emily's head tilted as she made a mocking face at Nathan, as if punishing him for being caught staring. As Nathan began to approach her from behind, her face straightened and she continued her conversation.

"Yeah. I'm sure she'll have a lot to catch everyone up on. I'm going to start getting ready, though. I'll see you in a bit."

There was a brief pause before she finished the conversation, "Okay. Love you. Bye."

Emily's thumb pressed against her phone, ending the call. As one conversation ended, another began.

"How's your grandma?" Nathan asked.

"She's doing pretty good today. She was just asking when we'll be there." Emily paused briefly to glance at the timer on the oven before continuing.

"And you know she just has to bring up Ashley."

"So I guess she made it down here after all?"

A sigh escaped Emily's lips.

"Of fucking course she did. God knows that Thanksgiving would be ruined if everyone in the family didn't get to dote over their little princess."

A small, weary smile formed on Nathan's face.

"Yeah, but at least you only have to deal with her a couple of times a year. Maybe she's grown up a bit since last time."

"I doubt it." Her reply was instant. "She'll always be a spoiled brat."

Nathan gave a half hearted shrug. He'd had this same conversation every holiday season for a few years now. He understood why Emily hated her cousin so much, but he still wished she could just learn to ignore Ashley.

Noticing that her fiancé wasn't interested in continuing the conversation, Emily switched topics.

"The pie just has a few minutes left. I need to change my shirt." She accentuated her speech by motioning her hands to the flour and sugar sticking to her chest.

Nathan's eyes locked onto her breasts, straining against the fabric of her shirt. While Emily complained about her "chubby" body, Nathan found himself transfixed by her voluptuous figure at every opportunity. If her butt and thighs were her "cake" then her chest was the icing on top. Even though Emily constantly complained about being unable to find a bra that could fit, Nathan counted her plump breasts among his greatest blessings in life.

Without turning his gaze away from her chest, Nathan responded, "Yeah. You better take that off."

"You're such a man." Emily's voice met his ears as he watched her walk past him, toward the bedroom.

"I'm your man," He called after her.

Nathan stalked behind his girlfriend, watching every movement of her as through her jeans. Upon reaching the bedroom, Nathan leaned against the door frame and patiently waited for Emily to begin undressing.

He watched Emily's small hands grab the hem of her shirt before lifting it upward. His eyes widened slightly at what lay beneath. A pair of large, pale breasts spilled from the top and sides of a white bra. High waisted jeans were secured tightly around a slight belly, buttoned right at her navel. Nathan watched every movement, every jiggle, as Emily began to pull a white knit sweater over herself. Nathan gave a slight protest as the loose garment covered his greatest treasures.

"You don't have to put that on."

Emily shook her head, "I can't really go to Thanksgiving with my tits out."

"We don't have to go. We can just stay here. Problem solved. Now take it off."

Emily's small hands gripped the bottom of her sweater.

"You know, you have a point."

She slowly inched the sweater higher until a small strip of skin peeked from beneath.

"Actually yeah, we better go."

A teasing smirk crossed Emily's lips. Her fingers released the sweater, letting it fall back into place.

A small groan escaped from Nathan in response.

"I already told my grandma we'd be there." Emily walked past Nathan once again. "I'm gonna check on the pie. We have to leave in a few minutes."

"Do we knock?" Nathan asked Emily as they approached the front door of her grandmother's house.

"Nah." Came her relaxed reply. "It's my grandma's house."

After Emily brought her hand to the doorknob, she paused briefly. With her fingers wrapped around the knob, she turned to Nathan.

"You ready?"

Armed with his best fake smile and a fresh apple pie, Nathan gave his answer, "As I'll ever be. Let's do this."

Emily gave an affirmative nod before turning the doorknob.

"Emily!"

"Nathan!"

"Hey guys!"

Upon entering the house, Emily and Nathan were immediately greeted by various members of her family. Uncle WhatsHisFace and Aunt WhoWasThat, along with their various children and grandchildren, called out to Nathan. He smiled and nodded while pretending to remember all of their names. That is, until they came across one unforgettable face.

As Nathan set the pie down on a countertop, a streak of blonde floated past his vision.

"Hey Emily! Hey Nate! Good to see you!"

Nathan could hear the faux sincerity in her voice, already knowing he would be hearing complaints about it later.

As he turned his attention away from the pie, his eyes moved toward Ashley. A pair of black pantyhose covered her thin legs, trailing higher and higher until they met a black skirt that seemed just barely long enough to not be inappropriate. Above her skirt, a tight fitting white sweater hugged her petite frame. The curvature of her small breasts was barely noticeable beneath the fabric. As he tried to keep himself from staring, Nathan raised his gaze to her face.

"Hey Ashley," Nathan responded, using his well practiced fake smile. "Glad to see you made it down for Thanksgiving."

Beneath a pair of blue eyes, a pair of pink lips broke their smile to reply.

"Yeah, I'm definitely going to be behind on projects and finals, but family is family."

Ashley's blonde hair swayed as she turned her attention to Emily. She made a pointing motion from Emily's loose knit sweater toward her own tight fitting sweater.

"We're like twinsies! Just like when they made us wearing those matching outfits for family pictures."

Nathan looked toward his fiancée, internally hoping the interaction would go smoothly. A small breath of relief left his nose when he saw Emily's smiling face.

In a sincere effort to be polite, Emily responded, "White sweater gang. I like the monochrome style you've got going on."

"Thanks! I think it might be a bit too tight for me, though. Your outfit looks a lot more comfy. Baggy clothes are probably better for hiding the Thanksgiving belly," Ashley laughed while rubbing her belly.

Nathan eyed his fiancée as he tried to think through the conversation. Was that an insult? Was she just joking around? The ways of women went over Nathan's head. As he tried to think of ways to diffuse the situation, a gruff voice carried out from behind him.

"Emmy! Ashley!"

Nathan turned toward the source of the voice. Walking into the kitchen was a middle aged man with thinning hair. A short, scruffy beard covered his face. Beneath an old plaid shirt, a beer gut hung over a pair of jeans.

"Uncle Rick!" Emily hollered back, meeting his approach.

As he drew closer, Rick extended his arms outward, signaling his intent. Emily stepped toward him and met his embrace. Nathan watched as Rick's arms wrapped around his fiancée. He pulled her in tightly, smashing her body against his own. Rick held on for just a beat too long for Nathan's liking before letting go. After releasing Emily, Rick turned toward Ashley. He gave her a loose hug, patted her on the back, and let go. It was only after letting go that he acknowledged Nathan's presence.

"Nateman! How you doin' sport?" He greeted with an outstretched hand.

Nathan accepted the shake while replying, "Doing pretty well these days. We have a bit of smooth sailing before the wedding planning starts."

"Oh yeah! I heard you lovebirds got engaged." Rick turned his attention toward Emily, "Let's see that ring."

Emily blushed slightly as she raised her hand. As she stretched out her fingers, Rick took her hand into his own. He craned his head down while lifting her hand up. From Nathan's point of view, it almost looked as if Rick was staring past the ring, toward Emily's chest. He quickly tossed the thought from his head. Rick was the "cool" uncle. Emily always had positive things to say about him. He was even the person that gave Emily her first beer. Nathan intentionally lowered his guard. He was at family Thanksgiving, not a nightclub.

"Absolutely beautiful," Rick said, staring downward.

Still holding Emily's hand, Rick turned his gaze toward Ashley, "How are you and..." There was a slight pause as Rick searched his brain for correct name, "Jeff doing?"

Nathan noticed a slight wince flash across Ashley's face. He was sure that everyone in the family was told about the breakup, but apparently Rick had been left out of the loop. As soon as it appeared, the expression was gone. Ashley gave a polite smile as she replied.

"We actually aren't together anymore. We just weren't a good match."

"It's probably better you cut it off early then. If he ain't the one, you'd be wastin' your time. You gotta hold out for the right one, like Emmy here." Rick released Emily's hand as he gestured towards her. "The right one will turn up."

Nathan noticed Ashley's gaze flash past Emily before it settled onto him. A friendly smile seemed to obscure the thoughts that were hiding behind her eyes.

"That's true. Men like Nathan don't grow on trees. I'll have to snag one for myself."

"I'm really not anything special -" Nathan started before being cut off by Emily entangling herself around his arm.

"I think you are. And I have excellent taste in men."

A chuckle left Rick's mouth.

"Ain't that the truth. You're the first boy she brought to meet the family and she's already got you locked down. She never was one to settle for a loser."

Before Nathan could come up with a response, Emily's grandmother called out from the next room, "Alright! Everyone's here. Let's say grace."

Heeding the call, the group began shuffling into the dining room. Emily casually strolled into the next room behind Uncle Rick. As Nathan followed her, he felt something soft bump against him. The sweet smell of warm vanilla perfume tickled his nose as blonde hair gently swayed against his arm. He turned toward the source of the sensations to find Ashley hovering in front of him. Her face turned upward as she tilted her head. Her sapphire eyes sparkled above a small smirk. He took half a step backward, stopped short by his back pushing against the door frame.

"Traffic jam," Ashley's lighthearted voice carried up to his ears.

Continuing her assault on his senses, Ashley stepped toward him and maneuvered through the doorway. The back of her hand brushed across his arm, drawing his gaze downward. His eyes briefly paused on her swaying skirt as she walked away from him. The black fabric danced across her thighs as her hips moved slightly back and forth. Her pantyhose hugged every curve of her legs as they moved in a confident stride.

Breaking free from his trance, Nathan retreated toward Emily. As he approached his soon-to-be wife, Emily's grandmother addressed the room.

"Alright, is everyone here?" She quickly scanned the room before her eyes settled onto Emily. "Where's Dianne?"

"You know how mom is. She'll be here when she gets here."

The older woman gave an understanding nod before turning to the rest of the room. "In that case, we'll go ahead and say grace and get started. Stanley, would you mind?"

Nathan's attention was drawn to Ashley's father as he replied, "Not at all."

In the custom that Nathan was used to, everyone's eyes closed and heads turned downward as they took the hands of those next to them. On his left, Nathan felt the warmth of Emily's hand in his. To his right, a small set of fingers traced the inside of his palm. He attempted to hold the hand in his usual just-enough-to-be-polite manner. However, a slight jolt ran up his arm as the delicate fingers snaked their way between his. Almost aggressively, the fingers locked onto him. His eyes opened as he looked down at the french-tipped nails resting against his hand. He slowly shifted his gaze, up past the white knit sleeve, through the blonde hair, and onto a pair of blue eyes.

Ashley's eyes narrowed slightly as they stared back at him. A small crinkle formed on her nose as her mouth formed into a playful smirk. Nathan felt a small squeeze on his hand as her fingers tightened him. Before he could process what to do next, her eyes closed and her face turned back downward.

"Dear lord..."

Nathan closed his eyes and bowed his head as the prayer began.

"Today we come together to give thanks for everything that you have given us..."

Nathan felt the soft skin of Ashley's thumb slowly trace back and forth over the back of his hand.

"We thank you for the food you have provided us, and ask that you bless it for our nourishment. We ask that you bless our bodies so that we can continue to serve you."

Delicate, French tipped fingers began to move as Ashley's subtle assault continued. Nathan felt a heat build within him as the scent of vanilla filled his nostrils.

"... and above all, Lord, we thank you for bringing us together today. This togetherness, being able to hold the hands of our loved ones, is the greatest blessing of all."

Nathan's right arm drifted outward. He felt like a man lost at sea as Ashley's wake pulled him in. He tightened his grip on Emily's hand ever-so-slightly, grounding himself to her.

"We ask that you bless our hearts and minds so that we can continue to love one another."

The soft fabric of Ashley's sweater brushed against Nathan's knuckles. He felt his left hand relax as his grip on Emily's hand began to loosen.

"We are grateful for your presence here today. We ask you to continue guiding us down the path you've laid for us. In Jesus' name, Amen."

Voices throughout the room echoed, "Amen."

In a flash, Nathan's trance was broken. Light flooded into his eyes as they opened. Before lifting his head, Nathan's eyes landed on the small hand still wrapped around his own. Ashley's fingers lingered as Nathan's gaze rose to meet hers. The pair of pink lips in front of him curled into a friendly, but playful smirk as he felt Ashley's hand slid away from his own. Without missing a beat, Ashley turned away from him and began walking toward the dining room.

Turning back to Emily, Nathan was met with a barely contained scowl. First directed at him, and then toward Ashley's back. All he could muster was a small shrug in response. Their silent interaction ended as Emily rolled her eyes and joined the rest of the family in the shuffle toward the food.

Nathan wasn't sure if he was being given the silent treatment or not as they gathered their food and headed toward the table. Surely she wasn't upset with him over that?

As they settled into their seats and began eating, various conversations developed around the table.

"And the secret is to boil the potatoes in chicken broth before mashing them..."

As Emily talked about recipes with some aunt whose name he couldn't remember, Nathan heard chatter from various conversations around the table.

"I hope Dianne shows up with that cobbler soon."

"So Ashley, how was your trip to Rome?"

"Should I start a pot of coffee?"

Nathan stayed kept mostly to himself while listening to the conversations around him. Emily's family had always been welcoming, but he still didn't quite feel like "part of the family" yet. As he was finishing his plate, the sound of the front door opening drew the attention of the room.

"Sorry we're late!"

As her voice carried through the house, Emily's mother appeared in the doorway of the dining room. Dianne looked like the spitting image of her daughter. Every time Nathan saw her, he was thankful that he had this kind of woman to look forward to in 20 years. She had aged gracefully. Her skin retained a bit of it's youth even now, and the outline of her curvy figure could be seen beneath her conservative dress.

"I have a blackberry cobbler. I'll put this in the kitchen join you guys in a sec."

After a few moments, Emily's mother reappeared in the room holding a plate of food. Nathan noticed her glance around the table, looking for a place to sit. Nathan scooted his chair back before standing up.

"You can have my seat. I'm finished eating anyway."

"Oh I don't want to steal your spot," Dianne started.

"I have to go to the bathroom anyway. Take a seat and catch up with Emily."

To leave her no other option, Nathan walked off toward the restroom after finishing his sentence. As he made his way down the hall, Nathan took time to look over the family photos hanging on the wall. He exhaled through his nose in a suppressed laugh as his eye caught a twenty-something year old photo of Emily and Ashley playing on a trampoline. He shook his head slightly as he continued into the bathroom and shut the door.

As he unzipped his pants, the smell of Ashley's perfume lingered in his nostrils. He recalled the feeling of her soft hands as he pulled out his shaft. His loins stirred at the thought of Ashley's small fingers wrapped around him. In the privacy of the locked bathroom, Nathan allowed his mind to wander while he relieved himself. After his stream ended, he gave himself a couple of strokes in addition to his usual shake. A pair of impish blue eyes danced in his mind while he tucked himself back in to his pants. The sensation of cold water from the sink washing over his hands helped Nathan clear his mind of Ashley's intrusion. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. He stared into himself, confronting the dark desires within him.

"Get it together Nate," He told himself before turning toward the door.

As Nathan swung open the bathroom door, the scent of warm vanilla drifted past him. Blocking his path down the hall, Ashley was staring at the photo of her and Emily on the trampoline from years ago. Nathan spoke up as he approached her.

"I noticed that same photo a second ago. It's a good one."

Ashley startled slightly as her trance was broken.

"Yeah. It was taken so long ago that I can hardly even remember it. Emily and I used to be so close. I don't know what happened."

"Sometimes it just happens." Nathan offered half heartedly. "Maybe one day you can be close again."

"I hope so."

After an awkward pause, Nathan started to shuffle toward the dining room. As he attempted to move past Ashley, he felt a smell pressure on his chest. He looked down to see a set of small fingertips pressed gently against him. As his confused gaze moved to Ashley's face, she spoke softly.

"Hey Nate. I know Emily doesn't like me much anymore, but you seem like a really great guy. Just because Emily and I don't get along doesn't mean we can't still be friends."

Nathan felt a shiver run down his body and into his groin as Ashley's hand traced down his chest before nervously clasping onto the back of his hand. Her other hand rose and pressed something into Nathan's palm as she continued.

"Maybe we can do something just the two of us sometime. Reach out whenever you want."

Without giving him a chance to respond, she turned away and entered the bathroom. As the door shut between them, a final gust of warm vanilla spice blew past him. With his senses returning, Nathan looked down at his palm and noticed a piece of paper. As he turned it in his fingers, he saw 10 digits cutely drawn onto it along with a name - Ashley.

Nathan tilted his head and stared at the bathroom door before glancing back down at the note in his hand. His mind began to race as he processed what just happened. Did Ashley just come onto him? Was she just being friendly? The questions turning in his mind were repeatedly interrupted by flashbacks of Ashley - the feeling of her fingernails running down his chest, the sensation of her hand in his during the family prayer, the teasing way her skirt danced in front of his eyes, and the lingering scent of warm vanilla spice.

The note crinkled between his fingers as Nathan shoved it into his pocket. He shook his head slightly before taking a deep breath. With a clearer head, Nathan headed toward his fiancee, only to bump into another unexpected encounter.

"Hey champ." Uncle Rick rounded the corner just as Nathan was exiting the hallway.

"Hey." Nathan felt a flash of anxiety despite knowing that Rick couldn't possibly have known what just happened between him and Ashley. He tried to put on a cool face as he replied.

"Just headed to the john."

As Rick started shuffling past him, Nathan turned toward him.

"It's occupied."

Rick turned toward Nathan. His gut swallowed up the distance between them in the hall. Nathan felt a large hand planted on his shoulder for a brief moment.

"Thanks for the heads up, champ. I'll use the one upstairs."

As Rick headed away from him, Nathan prayed that there wouldn't be another awkward encounter before he could reunite with Emily. The sound of dishes clinking and idle chatter welcomed him as he walked into the dining room. A familiar pair of brown eyes caught his gaze. The warmth behind Emily's eyes was a comforting sight for Nathan, but with that comfort came a flash of guilt. When he nearly finished approaching his fiancee, he nodded his head toward the kitchen.

"I'm ready for that pie. You want some?"

"I'll probably just have a bite of yours. Grab me some cobbler, though."

"On it."

After retrieving the desserts, Nathan pulled a chair next to Emily and the couple began the finishing round of their feast. Warmth spread throughout his mouth with the first bite of apple pie. Nathan turned to give Emily his compliments on the pie, but his eyes were captured before the made it to his fiancee. Further down the table, a pair of blue eyes looked back into his. A pair of pink lips formed into a small smile. The taste of cinnamon and sugar suddenly seemed to have a hint of vanilla as he swallowed. Even though the warmth of the pie was gone, he felt a heat spread into his cheeks. Nathan gave a small smile before continuing to turn his head toward his Emily.

Nathan held his fork out to Emily. "Great job on the pie. This might be the best one yet."

Soft fingers brushed against his as she took the fork.

"We'll see about that."

As Emily turned toward the plate in front of him, Nathan's gaze wandered back across the table. A pair of blue eyes again locked onto his, as if they had been waiting for him. The small smile on Ashley's lips widened slightly. She briefly looked at Emily before looking back in Nathan's soul. The brief moment of eye contact felt like an eternity before Emily brought Nathan back to reality.

"I think it could have used a bit longer in the oven."

"Nonsense." Nathan cut her off. "This pie is perfect. You're just trying to find something wrong with it. It doesn't get any better than this."

Nathan saw a bashful look spread on his fiancée's face as she returned the fork.

"I guess it is pretty good."

As the car pulled into their driveway, Emily looked over at Nathan from the passenger seat. He hardly said a word on the drive home, or even looked away from the road.

"That went pretty well, all things considered."

Nathan gave a simple reply before opening his door, "Yeah I think so."

After they exited the car, their conversation continued as they approached their home.

"You've been really quiet for a while now. Is everything okay?" Emily asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Emily examined Nathan's face as he inserted his key into the door. There seemed to be a hidden tension she couldn't quite put her finger on. She pressed the issue while they entered the house.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Yeah, but I need a beer first. You want one?"

The small anxiety in Emily's stomach quickly grew into a heavy knot.

"I'm good. Is everything okay?"

As Nathan walked toward the kitchen, he replied, "Yeah. It's fine. Let's talk on the couch. I'll be there in a sec."

Barbed vines of uncertainty and worry crept from the pit of Emily's stomach into her chest. She sat on the couch and nervously bounced her knee until Nathan sat next to her, beer in hand.

"So what's going on?"

Nathan took a sip of his beer before replying.

"So, uh, I'm not really sure what to make of it, but I figured I need to tell you. At your grandma's house, I ran into Ashley. She mentioned that she wanted to be friends with me. But she, uh, got kind of close and mentioned doing something just the two of us."

As Emily processed what Nathan was saying, he reached into his pocket and continued.

"She handed me this."

Emily felt the crinkled of the paper being handed to her. The vines of worry were ignited and burned away by her anger as she looked at the cutely drawn phone number next to her cousin's name.

"That fucking bitch." The words left her mouth instantly.

"I don't know if she meant it like that. Maybe she just wanted us all to get along and I took it the wrong way." Nathan tried to reassure her, but the rage continued to build.

Emily felt flames rise in her chest. The little princess always got whatever she wanted. Now she wanted to ruin the one thing Emily had that she didn't. She was playing games with the most important thing in Emily's life. She thinks she can just trample over everyone else's life and act like it's a fucking game.

"No. She's just a little manipulative slut."

Emily felt her face go hot as her mind started racing. She tried to be the bigger person and let things go. She tried to put on a nice face for the family. This was just too fucking far. Ashley needed to be taken down a peg. And it looked like Emily would have to be the one to do it.

"Give me your phone."

Emily saw confusion spread on her fiancé's face, "What?"

"Give me your fucking phone." She held out her hand expectingly.

Nathan reached into his pocket and handed her his phone.

Emily looked back forth between the phone and the note as she typed in the number. Plans began to take shape in her mind while she typed out a message.

*Hey Ashley. It's Nate.*

"What are you doing?" Nathan asked.

Honestly, Emily hadn't fully decided on what she was doing. So many plans were taking shape at once that she had a hard time deciding between them. There was one thing she knew, though.

"I'm going to teach that little bitch a lesson."

As Emily saw the concerned look on Nathan's face, she felt the flames within her start to dwindle. The feeling faded quickly, however. As she saw the three dots indicating Ashley was typing, Emily's rage began to build again.

*Hey Nate!*

There was a brief pause before another reply came in.

*I didn't expect you to reach out so soon*

"I bet you didn't expect this, bitch." Emily said as she typed away on Nathan's phone.

*Actually, I was wondering if you still wanted to do something just the two of us. Emily has a friendsgiving tomorrow*

As the thoughts in Emily's head slowly churned into a concrete plan, she quickly typed another message.

*It's out of town so she's leaving me alone all night.*

The three dots appeared and disappeared a few times before a message finally came in from Ashley.

*Sure! What were you thinking?*

Emily smiled as she laid the trap for her cousin. Ashley thought she was so smart, but Emily knew her weak points. Even though she kept Ashley as far away as she could, Emily knew what she liked, what she disliked, and what she went crazy for.

*I was thinking we could watch some Christmas movies at my place. Emily doesn't like them, but I think anytime after Thanksgiving is fair game for Christmas movies!*

Before Emily could think of the next steps, a series of messages came in almost instantly.

*Oh my gosh*

*I feel the same way!*

*I am so down.*

*What time?*

The conversation began moving too quickly as Emily tried to maintain control.

*6:00?*

*Perfect! I can't wait!*

Emily stared at the reply, realizing what she had just done. The anger simmered deeply in her chest. Her thoughts started racing again as she typed the final reply.

*See you then.*

A look of pure shock spread across Nathan's face as she handed his phone to him. Emily could see thoughts flying behind his eyes as he read and re-read the messages.

"What the fuck?!" He astutely asked.

Emily tilted her head and gave Nathan a pair of puppy dog eyes as she replied.

"We're just going to teach her a little lesson, babe."

Nathan looked down at the phone again before turning back to her.

"You... Don't you think you should have asked me about this? Like at all?"

Emily felt a pang of guilt. Nathan was right, but her plan was already in place.

"I'm sorry, Nate. I just got so angry."

"What even is the plan here?"

Nathan's question drove into her. What was the plan? Emily started speaking her plan into existence, working out the details as she told them.

"She'll come over here. I'll hide. You'll give her a couple of drinks, watch some movies. Then if she puts the moves on you, get her naked. I'll pop out and embarrass the shit out of her. Oh! I should take a fucking picture."

Emily saw worry and doubt form on her fiancee's face as she went over her "plan." She had to reassure him. Emily leaned in close, putting her head next to his. She took his hand and guided it to her breast.

"And then I'll give you the sloppiest blowjob you've ever had."

Emily heard a gulp next to her.

"And then I'll wrap my tits around your cock."

Emily felt Nathan's hand begin kneading her chest as she spoke. with each movement, she could practically feel his resistance melting away.

"And then I'll climb on top of you and milk every drop of cum out of you while I bounce on it."

A deep groan escaped from her fiance. Emily nibbled on his ear, putting the final nail in the coffin.

"Sound like a plan?"

Between ragged breaths, she got her answer.

"Yes."

Nathan checked the clock for the fourth time in two minutes.

*5:47*

Nervous energy bounced within him and a small pit formed in his stomach. After pacing through the kitchen, he grabbed a glass and set it on the counter. Nathan hoped a drink could help settle his nerves. Cold air rushed from the fridge as he reached inside. The glass pitcher of egg nog send a chill through his hand when he grabbed it. Before Nathan could pour himself a glass, however, he was interrupted.

A soft hand rubbed against his back as Emily playfully whispered from behind him.

"We can't have you getting drunk before she even gets here."

"I don't know if I can do this, Em. And I definitely can't do this without a drink first. This is crazy."

The hand stopped rubbing his back for a brief moment before continuing.

"Don't worry, babe. All you have to do is flirt with her a bit, get her into the bedroom, and maybe get her shirt off. I'll take care of the rest."

Nathan set down the pitcher and turned to his fiancée.

"What even is the rest? What if I can't get her into the bedroom? How far am I supposed to go?"

Nathan had already asked these questions multiple times, and each time the response was a bit too vague for his liking. This time, too, he received a vague answer.

"You're thinking too much, babe. You can get her in there. She has a weakness for eggnog and I made it extra boozy. Just do what you need to. I won't get mad if you have to flirt a little heavy."

Despite the reassurance from his fiancee, doubts continue to swim in Nathan's mind. What if Ashley wasn't planning on making a move on him? What if she really did want to be friends? What the hell was going to happen? As Nathan opened his mouth to push back against Emily, a vibration in his pocket interrupted him. Nathan pulled out his phone to see a newly received text message.

*On my way now. See you soon!*

"She's on her way," Nathan sighed in resignation.

"I'm going to get ready and hide. I'll be in the closet."

Nathan called out to her before she could walk away.

"Em, wait. We should set up a safe word or something, at least."

"That's a good idea." Emily stared past him for a brief moment before continuing, "Walnuts. If things get out of hand, we'll find a way to say walnuts."

"That works, I guess." Nathan continued to battle his anxiety and doubt to call out to her one last time, "Em... promise me this isn't going to hurt our relationship."

Nathan saw his fiancee's face twist for a split second before it settled into a mix of love and worry.

"I absolutely adore you and nothing that happens tonight will change that." Emily looked down, breaking the eye contact they shared. "I'm sorry I'm putting you through this. I love you."

Nathan breathed a deep sigh.

"I love you too. Let's just get this over with."

"Agreed. And then we can do all the things I promised you last night."

Nathan felt the softness of Emily's lips against his own. The brief kiss left him with a feeling of longing as the love of his life turned away from him and walked toward their bedroom.

After checking the time twelve more times, checking his phone seven more times, and a glass and a half of eggnog, Nathan finally heard the sound of the doorbell. His feet reluctantly carried him toward the door as his stomach tied itself further into knots. The sound of his own heartbeat played in his ears, getting quicker and quicker as he reached for the door. His hand rested on the doorknob, but refused to move. Despite the reassurances of his fiancee, Nathan's instincts knew this wasn't a good idea. After taking one final deep breath, Nathan slowly turned the knob and opened the door.

The now-familiar scent of warm vanilla drafted through the doorway. A pair of blue eyes immediately captured his own as Nathan held the door open. Blonde locks blew in the wind, dancing against the fabric of a Christmas sweater. A bag hung over her shoulder, resting gently against her hip. Pearly white teeth smiled between soft, pink lips.

"Hey Nate!"

Despite mentally preparing the entire day, Nathan found himself at a loss for words. He simply stared into her eyes before recovering.

"Hey Ashley. Come on in."

Ashley looked around the room as she entered.

"This is cute house."

"Thanks." Nathan replied, "It ain't much, but it's home."

"It sure beats a dorm room, that's for sure."

As they talked, Nathan slowly felt the awkwardness begin to dissipate (at least somewhat).

"There's some eggnog in the kitchen, want a glass?"

"I'd love one. Nothing beats eggnog and Christmas movies."

Nathan's chest tightened slightly. Emily had told him that Ashley had a weakness for eggnog. Apparently she drank so much one Christmas that she threw up in the bathroom.

Ashley set her bag on the counter as they walked into the kitchen. Nathan's movements slowly began to feel less robotic and more natural. He grabbed a glass and poured a glass of eggnog while continuing their conversation.

"Speaking of Christmas movies. I have one condition for tonight."

Nathan noticed a flicker across Ashley's face before she responded.

"And what's this condition you have?"

Nathan held the glass out Ashley. "We can watch whatever you want after, but the first movie has to be Die Hard."

Ashley's fingers overlapped his own as she grabbed the glass. The contrast of the cold glass and the warmth of her fingers sent mixed signals up his arm.

"Die Hard? I haven't seen that one. It's a Christmas movie?"

"One of the best. I can't believe you haven't seen it."

"I guess there's a first time for everything." Ashley's accented her words by taking a slow drink of the eggnog.

"I guess there is." Nathan replied before taking a drink of his own.

Nathan suddenly felt a thick tension in the kitchen. Ashley's eyes seemed set on him like a fox looking at a rabbit. Nathan met her gaze before leaning back against the counter and again raising the glass to his lips. As he savored the taste of the eggnog, Ashley's words cut through the tension of the room.

"I'll agree to your condition, but I have one of my own."

"Oh?" Nathan looked as her over his glass.

"If we're going to watch Christmas movies. We need to change into pajamas."

Nathan weighed her words before agreeing. "That sounds fine to me. I take it you brought something already?" He nodded toward her bag as he finished his question.

"I just might have."

"In that case, I guess I better go change. The bathroom is over there." Nathan pointed Ashley toward a door while speaking.

As Nathan walked away, he heard Ashley's voice from behind him.

"Can you grab a blanket too? I'm going to snuggle up the right way."

Without turning back, Nathan responded, "Sure thing."

Nathan closed the bedroom door behind him before walking toward his dresser. As he pulled out a pair of plaid pajama bottoms, he quietly whispered to the slightly ajar closet door.

"She wants to wear PJs."

From inside the closet, Emily's voice softly wafted out.

"Of fucking course."

After changing, Nathan grabbed a blanket from their bed and offered a final goodbye to his closeted fiancee.

"Love you."

"Love you too." The closet responded.

Nathan emerged into the living room to find Ashley leaning against the couch. Nathan's pulse quickened as he took the sight of her in. Instead of opting for traditional pajamas, Ashley was wearing an oversized t shirt, decorated with patterns of Christmas ornaments. The shirt stopped high on her thighs, with no pants beneath them. A flash of heat shot through Nathan as his eyes trailed down her toned legs before briefly resting a set of french-tipped toenails.

"Big shirts are the way to go for PJs. I hate feeling all bunched up."

Ashley's words snapped Nathan to attention.

"It definitely looks comfy. I don't think that's something guys can really pull off, though."

Ashley's fingers thumbed against her glass. The slow movement drew Nathan's eyes in.

"Yeah, I think guys usually wear a shirt and boxers instead."

Nathan caught her glimpse below his belt line before turning her gaze to her now empty glass.

"Before we get started, how about another drink."

"I'd love one."

The pair made a short trip to the kitchen to top off their glasses before returning to the living room. While Nathan's hand found the light switch, his eyes stayed glued on Ashley's backside as she walked toward the couch. His gaze was transfixed on the movement of her legs and the swaying of her hips as she walked away from him. As she reached the couch, Ashley turned toward Nathan and leaned against it's backrest. Her sapphire eyes locked onto his, turning him to stone. His hand remained on the switch as a mixture of lust, anxiety, and doubt raged within him. Ashley slowly raised her glass to her lips without breaking eye contact. A strand of blonde hair fell backward as she tilted her head. Her eyes closed before taking a relaxed sip of eggnog. Free from the power of her eyes, Nathan finally flipped the switch and darkness blanketed the room.

In an effort to shake himself free from whatever Ashley was doing to him, Nathan unceremoniously plopped on one end of the sofa and grabbed a remote. Ashley trailed behind him, blanket in hand. Instead of sitting on the opposite end of the couch, she surprised Nathan by moving right next to him and gently lowering herself down. She pulled her legs up and crossed them underneath her. Nathan felt her knee bump into his thigh as she spread the blanket forward. He used every ounce of his willpower to keep his eyes from wandering to pair of legs next to him. Despite his attempts to hold firm, his sight caught just a flash of her upper thigh before the blanket obscured his view.

The glow from the television dimly lit the silent room. Before playing the movie, Nathan turned the volume up by a few notches. He rationalized his actions by telling himself that the extra noise would make it harder for Ashley to notice noises Emily might make. A deeper, darker part of his mind also hoped that it would mask the noises that he might make with Ashley, hiding them from Emily.

As the movie started, Nathan heard Ashley's soft voice to his left.

"Are you sure this is a Christmas movie?"

Nathan turned toward Ashley. She was cradling a glass of eggnog in both hands. Her frame seemed even smaller than it actually was beneath the oversized shirt and thick blanket.

"Absolutely sure. Trust me."

Her blue eyes looked back at him innocently.

"You're not just messing with me?"

"Absolutely not. Scout's honor."

As the words left his mouth, Nathan felt a sharp pang of guilt. The girl in front of him seemed so vulnerable. Yet here he was, deceiving her in one of the worst ways he could think of.

"I didn't know you were a scout."

"I wasn't."

Nathan felt the outline of her hand against his knee as Ashley playfully slapped it. Her eyes crinkled as a playful smile grew on her face. As the sound of Christmas bells started playing on the screen, Nathan took the opportunity to end the debate.

"Hear that? Christmas bells. Christmas movie."

Ashley threw one final side glance at Nathan before turning her eyes back to the screen.

The pair continued the movie in silence. The occasional shuffling or sipping of a drink served as the only backdrop to the movie. The air began to feel slightly awkward. Nathan's mind focused on everything other than John McClane's struggle against the criminals that had taken over Nakatomi Plaza. Was this a good idea after all? Was Ashley even coming onto him? What was Emily doing? What should he do now? Could he forget this whole thing? Would Emily believe him if he said that he couldn't seduce Ashley? Questions swirled in his head as he quietly sipped his drink. That is, until a soft voice next to him pulled him back to reality.

"I think I'm going to get another drink. You want one?"

Nathan looked into his own glass. When did it get so empty?

"Yeah. I'll go with you." He muttered.

Ashley tossed the blanket aside and stretched her arms. Unlike before, his attention was instantly captured by her bare flesh. As his previous drinks worked their way through his system, Nathan took in every inch of her legs. Her shirt had ridden up slightly, giving Nathan access to a dangerous sight. As the pair of legs unfolded in front of him, Nathan's sight inched higher and higher. He wasn't sure if it was the darkness of the room or the effects of the eggnog, but he was almost sure he saw a flash of white underneath the bottom of her shirt. Nathan remained seated as Ashley stood next to him. In the brief moment after she stood and before her shirt loosely fell, Nathan caught a glimpse of what appeared to be the bottom of her ass. A moment so quick that it was hard to tell if it happened at all.

Nathan watched Ashley's petite frame as it turned toward him. The shirt swayed as she moved. His eyes were slow to pull themselves away from her body as they drifted upward. A pair of sapphires stared down at him from above. A mischievous smile spread across a pair of blushing cheeks. In that moment, Nathan knew that he had been caught staring. A warmth spread into his cheeks as he looked back at her. His mind desperately worked to think of clever to say, but the eggnog was fighting against him. Ashley slowly turned and walked past him. Nathan grabbed his glass and stood. His body swayed with dizziness and he made a note that this had to be his last drink of the night.

He entered the kitchen to find Ashley sitting on the kitchen counter. Her legs idly kicked back and forth, drawing his eyes to the movement. Nathan set his glass on the counter next to hers before pulling the eggnog from the fridge. As the thick liquid poured into the glasses, Ashley spoke to Nathan from her perch.

"You tricked me."

Nathan's stomach tightened slightly at her words.

"And what do you mean by that?"

"This isn't a Christmas movie."

The knot in Nathan's stomach unraveled slightly.

"What do you mean? It takes place on Christmas. There's Christmas songs playing. What more do you need?"

Ashley continued kicking her legs and tilted her head slightly. Nathan could see her thinking before she replied.

"Okay fine. I guess tech-nic-ally it's a Christmas movie. It just doesn't feel like one."

"Maybe it feels more like Christmas at the end. It's not over yet."

Ashley smiled back at Nathan as her legs stopped moving.

"I guess that's true." She paused slightly before continuing, "You're a fun guy, Nate. I'm really glad we're doing this."

Nathan offered his hand to her, intending to help her climb down from the counter. He felt the warmth of her hand close around his own.

"Me too."

Glasses in hand, the pair travelled back to the living room. As Nathan reclaimed his spot on the end of the couch, Ashley turned toward him.

"Do you mind if I stretch out a bit?"

"Not at all."

Nathan expected her to sit at the other end of the couch and lay her feet against him. Instead, he felt her warmth against him as she leaned into his side. Her legs shuffled to the other side of her underneath the blanket. Taken by surprise, Nathan raised his arm and placed it on the back of the couch, giving her access to snuggle into his chest. In an attempt to regain composure, Nathan grabbed the remote and resumed the movie.

As John McClane spoke with Al Powell over the radio, Nathan's attention was entirely captured by the girl snuggling into his chest. He felt her hand occasionally move on his body, the weight of her head against him, and the subtle curve of her chest pressing into him. He gently lifted his arm from the couch and placed it over her. Without missing a beat, she lifted her arm, took his hand in her own, and pulled it against her. His arm became trapped under hers. She gently snuggled deeper against him as she pulled his hand further in.

After settling into a comfortable position, Nathan noticed the positioning of his hand. Ashley had pulled it up to her chest, just below her breast. While he couldn't quite feel the curve of her breast itself, one thing become obvious to him - she wasn't wearing a bra. It seemed natural, since she said she didn't want to feel bunched up. Still, it hadn't dawned on Nathan that her chest was unguarded until this very moment. Nathan moved to grab his glass from the end table next to him. While doing so, he somewhat-intentionally moved his arm slightly so that is brushed against the bottom of Ashley's breast. He felt the small, supple curve of her chest as he moved. He let his hand linger as he took a sip of his drink, only moving his hand back down as he set down his glass.

As he turned back to the television, something caught his gaze from the corner of his eye. He turned toward Ashley to find her face close to his own, staring back at him. The blue ocean of her eyes parted as the depth of her pupils widened. All the conflicting thoughts in his head suddenly went silent. The sound of the television faded away. His eyes moved from hers, down to her slightly parted lips, and back. The scent of vanilla mixed with the taste of eggnog on his lips. His pulse quickened as his breathing became heavy. He twisted his body slightly toward her. Nathan couldn't tell which of them was moving as their faces slowly drew closer together. Nathan felt the heat of her breath against his lips. Ashley's eyelashes drifted downward as her eyelids closed. Nathan then knew for certain that he was moving as his own eyes closed. The feeling of her lips brushed against his own, gently at first. Then they pressed into his a second time, and a third.

Nathan felt the warmth of Ashley fade slightly and opened his eyes. A strand of blonde hair fell in front of Ashley's face as she looked back at him. Her face shifted slightly with reservation. Her pink lips parted to say something, but Nathan leaned forward before the words could leave her mouth. He placed his hand under her ear and drew her into him. Their lips met again, melting away and doubts either of them had. Soft kisses gradually grew more intense until Nathan felt a small tongue part his lips. Flashes of heat shot through him as he pressed his own against it. He shifted his grip around her waist and pulled her into him.

Nathan felt Ashley pull back slightly. As he loosened his grip, he felt her body twist in his arms. He opened his eyes to see her toss her leg over him. Now straddling him, Ashley's glossy eyes looked down on him from above. Blonde hair fell downward into a curtain around them, shielding them from the outside world. Nathan felt a pair of delicate arms wrap over his shoulders. Her breath felt warmer and warmer against him as she lowered her face onto his. When their lips met again, all pretense was lost and they resumed their passionate embrace.

As Nathan's tongue danced with hers, his hand slowly moved up her thigh. His fingers glided along her soft skin, higher and higher. The fabric of her shirt stopped his advance for a moment, before his fingers continued upward. The heat of their passion continued to burn hotter while he inched his hand further and further. Completely lost to lust, Nathan's wandering hand finally found Ashley's hip. The bare flesh of her hip surprised Nathan for a moment before he felt the small fabric of a thong against his fingers.

His grip on her hip tightened as she began to slowly rock back and forth against him. His lips left hers and he planted passionate kisses down her jaw and to her neck. His lips continued to cover every inch of her neck. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt and started gently pulling upward. Ashley leaned away from him and raised her arms. Nathan swiftly pulled her shirt upward, revealing her flat stomach and modest breasts. While the shirt moved over Ashley's head and down to the floor, Nathan's lips moved to her chest. He planted several kisses down her chest before his lips met their target - an erect, pink nipple. Nathan licked her nipple before taking it into his mouth. The gentle suction of his lips was rewarded by a soft moan from above him. He felt a set of fingers move up his neck before entangling into his hair. His head was pressed into her while his hands roamed Ashley's back. One of his hands moved upward, to the base of her neck. The other moved downward, feeling the curvature of her lower back before latching onto a soft cheek. Ashley's body continued rocking in his grasp, grinding against him. He became painfully aware of the hardness of his groin, being pressed down by Ashley grinding against his pajamas.

Nathan felt a small set of fingers grasp onto his shirt and begin lifting upward. Obliging her silent request, Nathan lifted his arms and let Ashley tear his shirt from him. The cool sensation of the air around him was soon replaced with the warmth of Ashley's body and she pressed herself back into him. A pair of pink nipples traced across his chest in their embrace.

A sudden explosion boomed from the television, bringing Nathan back to reality. Ashley gently pulled away from him and leaned back. The girl on top of him looked nothing like the prim and proper princess that Ashley showed the rest of the world. Straddling his lap, Ashley looked like pure sex appeal - raw and untamed. The only thing left covering her body was a small white thong, pulled high on her hips. Blonde hair messily clung to her face. Her eyes were wide with adrenaline and lust. Her flush cheeks were damp with saliva that trailed down to her chest. Nathan realized that his hands were still tightly gripping her hips and she was still softly grinding against him. He struggled against the beast inside of him as a pair of french tipped nails dug into his shoulder. In a final effort to get back to the original plan, Nathan spoke through ragged breaths.

"Let's take this to the bedroom."

Ashley leaned forward, bring her face right next to his.

"I thought you'd never ask." She whispered before planting a final kiss on his lips.

Nathan felt their bodies untangle as Ashley slithered away from him. As she turned away from him, Nathan took in the full sight of her. Her tight stomach, her toned legs, and her perky butt each drew a flash of heat from his groin. Following her to the bedroom, Nathan wasn't sure if he was a predator chasing it's prey or just an animal being led into a trap. In the end, he didn't care. With each step, the girl in front of him bounced slightly. With each movement, Ashley was stoking his lust higher and higher.

As they entered the room, Nathan looked at the slightly cracked closet door. He tried to contain the look of lust on his face, to no avail. He felt fingers wrap around his wrist before Ashley tugged him toward the bed. She somewhat-forcefully pushed on his chest, seating him on the edge of the mattress. A mischievous smile drifted downward as she lowered her knees to the carpet in front of him. Nathan glanced again toward the closet door, trying to contain his nervousness. The feeling of fingernails on his hips snapped Nathan's attention downward. Ashley's devilish smile looked up at hip while she tugged at the edge of his pants.

Where the fuck was Emily? What was she waiting for? How far is this going to go?

Thoughts swam through Nathan's head as he lifted his hips. The elastic of his waistband tugged at his skin as his clothes were lowered to the floor. Nathan lifted one foot and stepped out of his pants, leaving him completely exposed to Ashley's advances. The thoughts of Emily started to burn away with lust, fueled by gentle kisses that Ashley was teasingly planting up his thigh. Nathan saw a flash of french tipped nails as fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. Ashley gave one last devilish look at Nathan before lowering face and planting a kiss right on the edge of his hardness.

"Fuuuuuck."

The moan from Nathan was rewarded with a soft moan from Ashley before he felt the wet sensation of a tongue moving across his head. Nathan threw his head back in ecstasy, completely overwhelmed. A series of kisses and licks were planted down his dick before he felt her tongue run from the base of his shaft all the way back up to his tip. Then, her tongue wormed it's way slightly into the slit of his penis, accompanied by the gentle stroking of her hand. Nathan moved his hand down into her hair. He pulled it back into a mock ponytail before grabbing it at the base. Without the hair obscuring his view, a lustful pair of sapphires looked up at him. As Ashley slowly stroked him, she sucked his tip into her mouth without breaking eye contact.

Nathan felt the heat within him burning so intensely that everything else melted away. If this was what Emily wanted, he was going to do whatever he wanted. He slowly pressed his hand into the back of her head, guiding her further down. Her eyes gave him one last mischievous twinkle before looking downward. Their eye contact broke before Ashley started taking more and more of him into her mouth.

"Uhhhhhhhh...."

Nathan again threw his head back and groaned in pleasure. He felt his hips involuntarily flex under the stimulation Ashley was providing. The stroking of her hand was accompanied by her tongue working its way all of over his dick. Nathan's head rolled, lost completely in lust.

As his eyes cracked slightly open, he caught a sight that sent a jolt of electricity through him. Behind Ashley, Emily was standing - phone in hand.

Nathan's mouth dropped open as Emily slowly approached. Her deep brown eyes looked into his through her glasses. Nathan could see her blushing cheeks tinted red. A torrent of lust refused to subside as his eyes drilled into hers. Nathan started to move before Emily raised a hand, signaling for him to stop. Confusion raced through his mind as Ashley continued working his manhood into her mouth. With each step Emily drew closer, Nathan's heart beat a little faster. His grip tightened on Ashley's hair as he forced her slightly further down.

Emily started slowly lowering herself downward. The sounds of the television on the other room masked her movements as Nathan watched her go to her knees behind Ashley. Nathan felt Emily's fingers lightly trace his hand. He looked into her eyes. She nodded. He had no idea what she was intending to do in that moment, but he placed her in control by slowly releasing Ashley's hair from his grasp. Emily's hand deftly took the position that Nathan's had occupied. Emily began to slowly work Ashley's head up and down on Nathan's shaft as she stared into his eyes. The moment felt surreal to Nathan. It felt like he was in a dream and would wake up at any moment.

Emily's tongue darted from her mouth. She silently licked her lips before capturing her bottom lip between her teeth. Nathan's eyes remained completely transfixed on her face and the sounds of slurping filled the room. Nathan watched as Emily slowly brought her head closer and closer to Ashley's. She gave Nathan a look of faux innocence before beginning to work Ashley's through more roughly onto his dick.

Nathan's focus shifted when he saw Ashley's face tilt slightly upward. He saw her look lustfully back at him before her expression melted. He noticed her eyes go to one arm, and then the other before they the widened slightly. Nathan and Ashley felt a mutual sense of panic before Emily's voice cut through the room.

"Suck my boyfriend's cock you fucking slut."

Nathan felt a small pair of hands press against his thighs as Ashley tried to lift herself off of him. She was stopped short by Emily pressing her head back down. Emily held up her phone in front of Ashley's face.

"If you don't want everyone to see you sucking Nathan's dick, you better be a good girl and keep going."

Nathan felt the pressure against his thighs subside slightly. The two women in front of him appeared to be in a deadlock for a brief moment. After what could have been hours or a fraction of a second, Ashley's head slowly worked downward.

"That's a good girl. You wanted this dick so bad. Now you get your wish."

Ashley looked upward at Nathan again. Her blue eyes watered slightly as she looked at him pleadingly. Nathan watched Emily set the phone down and move her hand slowly up Ashley's thigh. She traced along her skin before her fingers finally landed between Ashley's legs. A small noise emanated from Ashley as Emily began to slowly move her hands over her thong.

"That's a good princess. Just like that."

Nathan's blood boiled and he felt every hair on his body stand on end. The love of his life was forcing her cousin's throat onto his cock while she fingered her. The reality of the situation was too much for him. He watched silently as Emily began to slowly plant kisses along her cousin's collarbone. As a passive observer, Nathan watched the situation unfold in front of him. Emily's finger's rose, tracing the edge of Ashley's thong before plunging into it.

Kisses, slurping, and stifled moans - the room became filled with the sounds of sex. The only sounds were only broken by the occasional loud noise of the television in the other room or Emily whispering obscenities into Ashley's ear. Nathan noticed a change in Ashley's movement. She started to stiffen up and again pushed her hands against his thighs.

"What is it, princess? Are you going to cum for me?"

Her only response was Ashley moaning around Nathan's cock.

"Uhhhh"

Nathan felt Ashley's movements begin to become erratic, and then - nothing. He felt the cold air of the room against his wet dick. He looked down to see Emily holding Ashley's head back. Her fingers were no longer moving between her legs. She held Ashley perfectly still.

"Not yet. If you want to cum, get on the bed."

Then Nathan was caught by yet another surprise. Emily's head leaned down and she planted a sloppy kiss onto Ashley's lips. Her hand - still holding Ashley's hair, pulled her in as she forced her tongue down her throat. The brief kiss was broken by Emily pulling Ashley to her feet. She gently shoved her toward the bed before stopping her just short. Nathan watched his fiancée loop her fingers into Ashley's thong and tug it downward. As Ashley stepped out of the thong, Emily pushed her forward again. Nathan shifted aside as Ashley moved onto the bed. He watched her flip onto her back before staring up at him. The combination of alcohol and Emily's fingers had completely eroded Ashley's resistance. A hand appeared on Nathan's back and began shoving into him. He looked to his side to see Emily maneuvering him into position.

Nathan found himself being gently forced between Ashley's legs. He hovered in place, looking down at her from above. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess against the bedsheets. A look of wild lust had returned to her face. Her blue eyes were watered and evidence of tears was left on her cheeks. His eyes trailed down the light kiss marks left on her neck, passed her pink nipples, and beyond her flat stomach before resting on their final target. A perfectly shaved innie pussy rested between her legs, damp from the work of his fiancee. Nathan's staring was interrupted by the feeling of fingers wrapping around his wet shaft. He followed the hand up the arm they were attached to and fond Emily slowly pulling his dick toward Ashley's pussy. He looked into her brown eyes and saw an unfamiliar look of crazed lust looking back at him. He realized he wasn't the only one lost to lust as his hips lowered further and further.

After his tip made contact with Ashley's folds, he made one last glance at Emily. She placed her hand on his lower back and nodded as she pressed down. Nathan felt the warmth of Ashley's pussy wrap around his tip as he entered her. Moving with the timing of Emily's hand against his back, he began to make slow, shallow thrusts into her. As the pressure against his back increased, he sank further and further into her.

Nathan felt the hand on his back move upward, before pressing down sharply. His chest and head were forced downward, planting themselves against Ashley. Without turning to his fiancée for permission, Nathan moved his lips to Ashley's. Upon first contact, the pair found themselves in a passionate, hungry embrace. Emily's hand lifted from his back, quickly replaced by Ashley's fingers. She drew Nathan into her, wrapping her legs around him.

Next to them, Nathan heard the shuffling of clothing. In his state of crazed lust, however, the noise simply faded into the background. He felt Ashley's walls squeeze against him tighter and tighter. His thrusts became more rapid as he again felt something building inside of the woman underneath him. Her muscles began to tighten around him. Their tongues sloppy danced as his hips slammed into her.

Just as they were approaching the apex of their passion, a set of fingers entwined themselves in Nathan's hair. He felt his head being roughly pulled upward. As his body lifted, he looked to his side to see Emily. She stood next to them, now completely nude. Her large breasts hung downward invitingly. Brunette hair splayed down her neck and shoulders. A pair of hungry eyes drew him in as the hand on his head pulled him forward. Emily planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. His movements inside of Ashley slowed slightly as she was forced to watch Emily claiming her man in front of her. After releasing Nathan from her grip, Emily moved down toward Ashley.

Emily's hand gently cupped Ashley's breast before moving down. Her fingers traced along Ashley's flat stomach before settling onto her clitoris. As Nathan slowly pumped into her, Emily began moving her fingers back and forth across her most sensitive places. Emily brought her face next to Ashley's as she worked her clit. She planted a soft kiss on her neck before whispering.

"We own you now."

A deep moan was the only response she received.

"Mnnnnmnm..."

The movements of Emily's hand paused before it began it's ascent back up Ashley's stomach. Emily's fingers roughly grasped onto her breast and squeezed her nipple.

"Say it."

Ashley's blue eyes opened wide as she stared into Nathan's fiancée. A look of slight confusion seeped through her lust as she gripped the sheets of the bed. Emily repeated herself.

"Say it. Who owns you?"

Ashley's eyes rolled back slightly. Nathan's pace increased slightly.

"Y-you."

"Say we own you."

"Y-you own... me." Ashley's response came through ragged breaths.

Nathan felt Emily's fingers around his wrist as she guided his arm upward. Following her lead, his hand landed on Ashley's throat. He softly wrapped his fingers around her neck before he was released by Emily. The hand that had guided him then slithered back down Ashley's torso, returning to it's spot on her clit.

"Good girl."

Emily began roughly assaulting her clit before again whispering in Ashley's ear.

"Now cum on my boyfriend's cock."

Nathan's grip on Ashley's throat tightened as he held on for dear life. Below him. Ashley began spasming wildly. Her hips bucked roughly against him and Nathan felt a wetness against his groin. Stifled moans struggled to escape from her throat through Nathan's grasp. Emily planted sweet kisses against her cheek before biting onto her ear.

"Good girl. Cum for me."

Emily's face began to turn red while she stared into Nathan. Her hand raised and gently wrapped around his wrist that held her down by her neck. As the explosions of her orgasm began to subside, he gently loosed his grip on her through. Deep breaths escaped as she basked in her post orgasm-bliss.

Nathan's attention was stolen by the shuffling of his fiancée next to them. Emily stared back at him as she slowly climbed onto the bed. Her ample breasts swayed with every movement as she moved toward Ashley's head. Emily turned her eyes downward to Ashley.

"Now it's my turn."

Emily threw a thick thigh over Ashley's head, straddling her face. Nathan saw the dampness of her pussy radiating toward Ashley's nose. She slowly lowered herself onto Ashley's mouth while extending her hand toward Nathan.

Nathan again felt her hand tangle into his hair as she pulled him forward. Hot kisses were planted against his and a wet tongue snaked into his mouth.

"Give it to her, baby."

Nathan began to pump frantically into Ashley at his fiancée's request. He lifted his hand and grasped onto a swaying breast. As Emily's arms wrapped around his shoulders, he felt Ashley's legs tighten their grip around his waist. Nathan felt himself being pulled completely into a mixture of pleasures as he lost himself completely. Soft moans from his fiancée filled his ears as she swayed against him.

A deep heat began to build within him as a familiar pressure built in his balls. He planted his hands firmly against the bed as he quickened his pace. All the sounds around him faded away, replaced only by his ragged breaths and his heart thumping in his ears. As he edged closer and closer to his climax, he moaned out to Emily.

"Em, I'm -"

His words were cut short by a not-so-quiet whisper in his ear.

"Fill her up, baby."

Nathan's hips slammed against Ashley with renewed vigor at his fiancée's instructions. Ashley must have heard what she said, because her lips gripped against him tightly, trapping him inside of her. Her hips again began bucking wildly beneath him. Moans escaped from between Emily's legs as Ashley's orgasm ripped through her. Nathan's balls began tightening. The first spurt that shot out of him felt boiling hot, as if it had been physically simmering all night. Each subsequent shot of cum seemed to drain the heat from his body. Round after round shot deep into Ashley as she bucked against him.

As Nathan's balls emptied completely, he fell forward against his fiancée. He felt his face pulled into her chest as every muscle in his body began to relax. Emily slowly lowered him down onto Ashley as she dismounted her face. Nathan and Ashley exchanged ragged breaths as he collapsed on top of her.

As their ragged breathing subsided, the ending credits of Die Hard filled the silence.

♪When we finally kiss good-night,♪

♪how I'll hate going out in the storm.♪

Interrupting his post-orgasmic bliss, a soft hand pushed gently against him. Nathan limply followed the movement of the hand and rolled off of Ashley. The warmth of her folds was replaced by the cold air of the room briefly. The cold was short lived, however. A new warmth began to spread over his cock as Emily's mouth closed around him. Her hand gently pumped his base, milking the last bit of his cum onto her tongue. Nathan watched through lidded eyes as Emily gently tilted her face toward Ashley's.

♪But if you really grab me tight,♪

♪all the way home I'll be warm.♪

Emily lowered her mouth onto Ashley's, spitting the last bit of Nathan's cum into her mouth before encircling her tongue in a deep kiss. Emily slowly pulled her face away from Ashley's, leaving her fingers planted against her chin.

♪Oh, the fire is slowly dying.♪

♪And, my dear, we're still goodbying.♪

Nathan's eyes slowly drifted shut to the music. In his fading consciousness, he heard his fiancée whisper over the music to the would-be-interloper.

♪But as long as you love me so♪

"Don't forget - we own you now."

♪Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow♪