Page 109 of Theirs for the Holidays

There’s a burst of applause when the kids finish their song, and then someone brings a large cello out onto the stage.

One of the kids from the high school comes out and sits at it and plays a fast, almost jazzy version of We Three Kings. He’s very good, and when he finishes, the applause is definitely more than polite.

From there, a keyboard is wheeled out, and I sit up straighter when Simon comes walking out onto the stage.

He looks good, dressed in a dark green suit with his silver hair slicked back. The theater claps for him before he even has a chance to sit down at the keyboard, and he laughs, bowing at the waist.

Then he sits with a flourish, putting his fingers to the keys.

I’ve known Simon was a gifted piano player for years. I remember him playing at my grandmother’s 70th birthday party years ago, taking requests from the guests and delighting all the other old ladies there.

Now he plays medleys of holiday songs, his fingers tripping lightly over the keys as he flows from one song to the next.

He’s usually my favorite part of the holiday revue, and I’m giving him my full attention. At least until Lennox lets go of my hand and starts sliding it up my leg a little.

On my other side, Sawyer glances over subtly, and I see the smirk on his face out of the corner of my eye. A few seconds later, his hand is on my other leg, and he starts sliding it upward bit by bit.

“What are you two doing?” I whisper, leaning into Lennox.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he whispers back. “You’re supposed to be watching the show.” He nods to the stage.

I give him a look, but turn my head back to the performance.

Lennox gives me a barely audible “good girl” and then lets his hand slide up higher.

I’m wearing a dress tonight, but I have leggings on under it, so it’s not as easy for them as it would have been otherwise. That doesn’t stop them though.

Lennox’s hand dips under the skirt of my dress, pushing it up so he can walk his fingers up my thigh. Even through the thin fabric of my leggings I can feel the heat of his hand, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making a soft noise.

The two of them take advantage of the darkness, letting their hands slide higher and higher between my legs, until one of them, Lennox, I think, manages to cup my pussy with the palm of his hand.

I suck in a sharp breath, trying to subtly grind my hips to get more friction.

“Does that feel good?” Sawyer whispers in my ear. “Could you come like this? In the dark, while all these people sit around you?”

I bite my lip and nod because if they worked me up enough, I probably could.

I can feel rather than see the two brothers exchange smirks, and Lennox starts stroking my clit through the fabric of my thin leggings and panties. A whimper builds in my throat, and I smother it with a little cough, trying desperately not to make too much noise.

My breathing is ragged, and I know they can both tell the affect they’re having on me.

“Do you want us to stop?” Lennox asks, amusement coloring his tone.

I shake my head.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. He manages to get his hand inside my leggings, and then into my panties, and I swallow hard when his fingers find my clit, bare skin on bare skin.

“There you go,” he whispers. “Let me touch you.”

Sawyer drapes his jacket over my lap with a wink, and I slide down in the seat a bit, to give Lennox more room to work. It’s a tight fit, being packed in this close in the small theater, but Lennox is clever. He knows how to touch me, how to stroke my clit and run his finger against my slit to make me squirm and want more.

Sawyer’s hand works in time with his brothers, touching my thighs, dipping into me and then retreating. As they keep touching me, I start trembling, all that heat and pleasure building in my gut and spreading outwards.

I could definitely come like this, and they can tell.

“You’re getting close,” Sawyer whispers. “I love how it feels when you’re right there on the edge. It would be so easy to just push you over and make you come on our fingers.”

“Even right here in this theater, you’d get off for us, wouldn’t you?” Lennox teases. “So desperate for it.”