Home for the Holidays (A Holinight Novella)

by Lee Jacquot

The author is not liable for any attachments formed to the MCs nor the sudden desire to have someone wake you up with their tongue in your vag. ;) Reader discretion is advised.

“Old habits die hard, don’t they, sweetheart?”

She was mine even before I even knew her last name, and I happily broke a few noses to make it known.

if there was the smallest hint that she didn’t care that I was now legally her brother, I would have done it despite the aftermath. Would have stripped her down and devoured her sweet pussy before shoving my dick so far inside her she’d feel me there for weeks.

I wanted her to feel how long I’d waited for her. How bad I fucking wanted her.

Who knew having patience would pay off? That eight years later, my feelings would be the same.

With our parents’ divorce, there’s no longer an obstacle to overcome; no forbidden element blocking me from what I so desperately want. And this time, I’m not going to skirt around the obvious. She’s mine now as much as she was eight years ago, and it’s time she understood.

Yessir

Using my teeth, I rip off the top of the package, my gaze on Adelina. Her lashes flutter. Yeah. Still mine.

“How do I make you nervous, sweetheart?”

I’m not going to fuck it up this time. Tonight, Adelina will learn there hasn’t been a day that’s passed since our freshman year that she wasn’t mine.

We’ve both been waiting on the other. Too worried about the circumstances, our lives before, and our lives now to just out and do something.

We’ve been living the forbidden, miscommunication trope of life. Goddamn it.

Everything around us is both unmoving and unsteady, and I’m unable to focus on anything else except him. How much I still want him, even after all this time.

I’ve waited eight years, so what’s thirty more minutes?

and also look after the treehouse so it didn’t succumb to the elements or neglect.

What a sweetheart

His mouth fit mine in a way that made me feel as though I’d found something that was missing up until that point.

“Back then, did you ever wish I came in here? Woke you up and took you?”

“Honestly, you could have left me asleep and I wouldn’t have cared. I just wanted you.”

“Shh. No need to wake up, sweetheart. I’m just going to play with this wet cunt of yours. Get some rest.”

touch him, but he catches my wrist, his voice gravely and hushed. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Don’t move. Lay there and let me make you feel good.”

“Unless you want your mother to know her daughter’s about to get tongue-fucked, I suggest you remain quiet. You’ll have plenty of other opportunities to scream. I promise.”

“I want the void of me to drive you fucking insane.”

“I want to watch you come apart for me, Adelina. I need to see that pretty face of yours when you realize it’ll only ever be me that makes you feel this way.”

“What do you want, Elliot?”

He answers without a second’s hesitation.

“...

If she wants to take it slow and explore what’s between us, fine. But after tonight, there will never be an ounce of doubt that I am hers—completely and wholly.

How this woman questions anything about us or my intentions is beyond me. She fits me like a fucking custom-made glove.

“Because for me, sweetheart, it’s always been you. And when I didn’t think I’d have you, I needed the reminder. I wanted to look out this window and remember all the things you made me feel.”

“I am yours. Wholly and truly. Not a day has passed since I laid eyes on you where I wasn’t.”

Swoon

And in between those kisses, he whispers sweet nothings, dirty promises, all of which swear that no matter what, I am his, and he is mine. Always.

We fell in love deeply, madly, obsessively, and just like he told me, fear and worry disintegrated. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where our souls haven’t fused together a little more.