Heartbroken (A Christmas Story) 10

I stared at them, mouth dry, pulse hammering in my ears.

Ava and Isla were still pressed close, cheeks flushed, lips red from kissing each other.

Their hands hadn’t moved from where they were, Ava’s fingers kneading Isla’s ass through her leggings, Isla’s nails lightly scraping Ava’s lower back.

They were looking at me like they already knew what my body was doing.

I shifted on the bed, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the ache between my legs. It didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse.

“I…” My voice came out small, shaky. “I don’t know what to do.”

Ava’s smile softened. She let go of Isla’s ass and reached for my hand instead, lacing our fingers together. Her skin was warm.

“You don’t have to do anything,” she said gently. “We just wanted to show you. No pressure.”

Isla leaned forward, resting her chin on Ava’s shoulder so she could see me better. “But if you want to… we’d love it. You’re our family. You’re safe with us.”<