Five Peeks of Pink

Everly

Everly

"Psst, Everly!" came a whisper from behind the foyer's massive Christmas tree. A tan hand with gold-painted nails motioned to me from inside the tree...? What in the world?

I squinted. Oh. Correction: the hand motioned frombehindthe monstrous faux pine. It belonged to my cousin, Aurora. Her green, glittery dress blended right in with the branches.

I circled back. Behind her, three of our cousins lingered.

"Did you notice the punches in the other room?" Aurora asked me.

"Uhh, duh? This is my house," I said, "and they're like twenty gallons each."

"What about that they're almost identical?" Aurora asked. "One has frozen berries. The other doesn't."

I took a deep drink from the crystal cup in my hand. Sour, heavy-feeling liquor burned my tongue. I smirked to stop my lips from twisting up. Damn it. The fistfuls of raspberries I'd added hadn't mellowed the punch's taste.

Every year, the boss threw a family-friendly holiday party for his "employees." It was for us to mingle or whatever--as if eighty percent of us weren't related to each other. The party was nothing but boring Mafia business chatter for the men and sitting pretty for us ladies. Last year, I'd learned that alcohol made the night drag less.

"If you can help the others with covering me, I'll get you a glass, too," Aurora said. "Half kiddy stuff. Half booze."

What a shitty deal. Getting five glasses was bound to get her caught. The punch bowls were barely six feet apart on a table in the dead center of the dining room. I'd used replenishing the grazing table as my cover, and even that had been tricky. My gold sequined dress made me stick out wherever I went.

I frowned. "No deal."

Aurora sighed. "Aren't you bored?"

"Not enough to get in trouble for you," I said and then turned away.

I found Mom and parked myself by her on a way too soft ottoman. Droplets of the deep red punch splashed onto the back of my hand. I double-checked none of Mom's friends were watching and then licked up the spill.

Awareness of a stare tingled on my neck. I glanced up. My stepdad's dark eyes followed the movements of my tongue. He didn't appear disappointed in my unladylike display. My breath hitched.

The man to Marino's left said something, and my stepdad's attention snapped to him.

Nearby hovered a group of older-looking men. They'd congregated around my stepbrother, Teo. Were the guys trying to get in Teo's good graces or keep a closer eye on the overachiever? Who knew. Teo had dressed in a nicer suit tonight. It was better fitted and fresher than what he usually wore. I couldn't deny how good the mobster looked, even though he pissed me off.

Teo's gaze met mine. His eyes narrowed. Shit, had I been ogling him?

I forced my attention to Mom. I tried to settle into the warmth of my buzz. However, Mom talked on and on about gardening and shopping, and nothing of substance. She was talking for the sake of talking.

When my glass was more soggy berries than liquid, I bailed. The dining room was surprisingly barren. Well, there was a lot of business being talked about in the living room. Everyone was too engrossed to snack. I topped my drink off. With a little less of the adult stuff this time.

I took a sip and shuddered. The hair on my back rose as if a match had been struck along my spine. Crap, if I wasn't careful, this blissful haze would become cold air in my head and even colder stones in my guts. I decided to make use of the cheese table. It'd kill my current buzz, but that would be smart.

Five or so crackers down, thewhooshof something tilting hit me. W-What? Had that been in my head?! I hadn't fallen over, but I knew what I'd felt. How had I gotten drunker?

In the corner of my eye, the Christmas tree smacked the foyer's wall. It snapped back with fright, flinging ornaments in every direction. Heavy thumps and sliding sounds came from the stairs.

Half of a blurry glass ball rolled past my feet. That...was not my problem.

I turned my back on the chaos and stacked five different cheeses onto one cracker. I'd seen nothing. Nothing at all. There'd been nothing to witness.

Angry, hushed male voices came from the foyer. Whines from much younger voices quickly followed.

My shoulders drooped. I closed my eyes. My cousins were drunk-drunk, weren't they?

Footsteps clicked across the hall, heading straight toward the punch. I sighed. Marino spotted me the second he crossed the threshold. His gaze dropped to my cup. I shoved the last of the cracker into my mouth and stood still.

My stepdad yanked my drink from me. His lips parted to speak and then closed. He'd noticed the berries floating in my punch. His expression relaxed as he handed it back. Sweet! I'd done it! I'd tricked him!

Marino had made it three steps away when Teo appeared. My stepbrother grabbed my wrist and jerked it upward.

"Hey!" I yelped.

Teo drank from my cup. He grimaced and then shoved my hand--the hand he'd forced to his mouth--away as if my red nails disgusted him.

"Whatisthis?" Teo asked, looking to his dad.

Marino's nostrils flared. In a blink, he was toe-to-toe with me. "Take the back stairs and lock yourself in your room," he whisper-hissed at me. "I will not have you getting caught by everyone else and making a fool of me."

Teo stole my cup and passed it to his dad.

"Jesus," Marino muttered after a swig. He coughed. "We need to get her upstairs. No way she's not shitfaced."

Teo dragged me into the kitchen by my upper arm. When the doors had closed on us, I finally spoke up.

"I'm not drunk," I said, and then promptly tripped over my own feet.

Marino clicked his tongue against his teeth. He followed us closely, forming a barrier between me and any possible escape.

"It's Teo's fault I tripped," I said.

Teo snorted and then coughed. He bared his teeth as he dragged me up the stairs. "Seriously, what the fuck did you put in the punch?"

"I don't know," Marino said.

"How?" Teo asked. "You made it."

"I closed my eyes," Marino said as if it were obvious.

"Why?" Teo asked.

"Because that's the fun in that tradition," Marino said.

Teo shouldered my bedroom door open. He shoved me inside without so much as a glance. "Drinking distilled gasoline is your idea of fun?"

"You wouldn't know fun if it choked on your cock," Marino said.

"No shit," Teo said as he closed me inside. Through the wood I heard, "Choking isn't fun."

I swore I heard Marino groan.

Ugh was right. That old man had major insecurities that were somehow my problem. I hadn't knocked the tree over. I knew better than to draw attention to myself. Why did I have to be locked up?

I flopped onto my bed and waited. Hours of scrolling social media drifted by. Maybe Marino wasn't that mad at all.

Just when I'd gotten up to change into PJs, there was a knock on my door. I answered it. Mom stood in the hall with her shoes in her hand.

"I'm going to bed," she said. "Marino wants to talk to you."

My stomach twisted in knots. I watched her drift away, all while my feet were glued to the carpet. Achey silence pressed me forward. If I didn't get my butt into Marino's office soon, who knew how he'd react.

In his office, Marino sat at the front of his desk. Teo hovered near the mirrored bar cart, pouring two glasses of whiskey.

"Close the door," Marino said. "Good. Now, give me your panties."

I swallowed. My mouth and throat dried up. I slipped the white silk thong off. Bringing it to him before my mind could drum up panic. Marino frowned at the fabric in his hand. He blindly accepted a glass from Teo and then moved to an armchair.

"Take a seat on my desk, Everly," Marino said. He washed his words down with whiskey.

I gingerly placed myself in the spot he'd been in. My ass was more resting than sitting on the oak surface.

"You gave your cousins alcohol," Marino said.

What? I gaped. "No, I didn't!"

Marino glowered at me. "That's what they all said. Seven against one."

Seven?! Where had the other jerks come from? "No, I refused too," I said, jumping up to my feet.

Marino's jaw worked. "Sit down, Everly."

I stood defiant. Marino's eyes sparked with fury. My butt planted back on the oak.

"I'm amazed that you're upright and talking. You had a lot in your cup." Marino lifted a lazy brow.

He was asking how often I drank. I stayed silent.

"Your cousins got eyes, too," Marino said. "Starting a trend counts as helping them."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "How?"

Marino's expression grew angrier. "Quit wasting your breath," he said.

He kind of had a good point there. He'd already made up his mind. Arguing with him was a lost cause.

"The fact of the matter is, you, Everly," he said, "made me look weak in front of a dozen men. That I have no control over you. That I failed to instill good behavior in you."

My drinking was so much more complicated than his control. It was about enjoying being a teenager. Marino wouldn't understand. He had so much power that he was blinded by it. To him, every reason was an excuse and a threat to his reputation as a mob boss. I didn't understand how Teo could function with a dadanda boss like that.

"Put your feet on the desk," Marino said.

Fire sparked behind my breasts. Keeping my legs together, I raised them and dropped my feet onto the desk.

Marino settled back in his chair. "Be a good girl, Everly. Spread your legs," he said. "Show Daddy your pussy."

A tremor dug into my muscles. I glanced at Teo. He cocked a brow. I-I didn't want to show them. I couldn't let them see so much, so close. I'd get wet! They'd see it! What choice did I have?

My mouth trembled. Betraying heat pulsed behind my clit. I squeezed my eyes closed and then spread my legs, putting my feet flat on either end of the desk.

"Jesus," one of them whispered.

Glasses clicked against wooden chair arms.

Oh no. What were they shocked by? Had I missed a patch of hair when I'd shaved?

"So pink," one of them said.

"Perfectly pink," the other said.

I peeked at them. Teo and Marino stared at my pussy with slackened mouths. Their whiskeys were forgotten in their hands.

"Your pussy is gorgeous," Marino said, seeming to have noticed I'd opened my eyes.

"Anyone you marry off to her is going to become a delinquent," Teo said. "They'll be too busy eating her cunt to remember to hustle."

I glanced down. The pale tip of my clit peaked out of its hood. My crinkled, longer inner lips poked out and were pressed closed. What about all of that deserved this level of praise? My heart settled with a flutter. They didn't sound like they were lying.

"Toss a coin for who gets to spread her open?" Teo asked.

Marino swished liquor in his mouth. His eyes narrowed at his son. If I didn't know better, I'd think he didn't want Teo involved at all.

"I'll take tails," Marino said after he'd swallowed.

Teo grunted his agreement. He fished a coin out of his pocket and then tossed it. The clap of the catch jolted the air. Teo huffed, "All yours."

Marino grinned as he rose. In one step, he was between my legs.

"No," I said. My feet snapped together.

Or they tried too. Marino caught one ankle in his calloused, overheated grip.

"Do you need to be held down?" Marino asked.

My nipples tightened. His threat was as enticing as his dark stare was.

I shook my head, tossing my hair from side to side. He released me. My feet fell back into place.

Marino knelled. He stroked my stomach. Shivers trailed up my chest. His thumbs traced the crease of my hip and dipped between my legs. Goosebumps broke out over every inch of my skin. Liquid heat pulsed in my veins--why did my blood feel so itchy? Why was Marino's touch so oddly gentle? It was almost appreciative.

"Too soft," he said as he traced my puffy outer lips. "No man deserves such softness."

His thumbs pressed into my skin, pulling me open. Cold air hit my slick flesh. I whimpered. My knees jerked, wanting to protect me from the cold and from sight.

"Fuck me," Marino said, sounding dazed. "Even this close, I can't see your sweet hole."

Teo took a hearty gulp of whiskey. He bit his thumb and glanced away.

Marino and his hands retreated. He returned to his seat. "Your pussy is too pretty to be on display," he said. "Men would kill each other for a single lick."

"And you're not even wet," Teo said.

Marino shuddered.

"Any man who wants to fuck you will have to finger you until you're screaming first," Teo said. "Or he'll blow his load on the first thrust."

I was rubbed too raw to be confused. Too lost to not be curious. "Why would I be screaming?" I asked.

Teo's empty hand went limp and dangled over the side of the chair. With concerned eyes, Marino searched my expression for who-knew-what.

"Has your pussy ever been licked,principessa?" Teo asked.

That sounded like a trick question. However, I had nothing to lie about. Boys didn't interest me any more than sex did. Both of those things were a future Everly problem. What was the point in getting all wrapped up in the future when I was here in the now?

"No," I said with a slight shake of my head.

Marino's head tilted to one side. Teo pouted.

"None of the boys at the Academy have gone down on you?" Marino asked.

"Gone down on me?" I asked, saying each word slowly.

Teo offered me a small smile. "On your pussy. To lick it."

I frowned. "Why would they?"

They gave me looks of pity. My heart nearly stopped.

"That's basic decency," Marino said.

"A cunt like yours should be soaked and sore all hours of the day," Teo said.

I inhaled sharply. Teo made sex sound akin to worship. My mouth watered. My conscience screamed demands for more praise. Wetness dribbled down the thin stretch of skin beneath my entrance.

Marino and Teo froze. They watched as a droplet slipped over my asshole.

"Good girl," my stepdad purred.

Sweat beaded on my back. Hadn't it just been chilly in here? The heat must have kicked on.

"Do you let them use your other pink hole instead?" Teo asked.

My brows furrowed. "I don't understand."

"Do you let boys fuck your pretty little asshole?" Marino asked.

I blinked at the two Made Men. "That's not possible..."

It was their turn to blink.

"Isn't it?" I asked.

"You mean a man putting his cock in your ass?" Teo asked.

I nodded. "That can't happen, right?"

Marino slumped. Teo shoved to his feet. I caught a glimpse of him gnawing on his fist before he turned away.

"It can happen,principessa," Marino said. "A man can slick his cock up that hole."

Why on earth would any man want to? I thought my pussy was pretty enough.

"That sounds painful," I said. My feet inched closer to my hips but remained spread.

Marino's expression turned sympathetic. "Only if you deserve it to hurt," he said.

My nose crinkled. I did not like the sound of anything going up there any more than I liked my stepdad's brand of sympathy.

"With play,tesoro, it stretches just as pretty as a pussy does," Marino said. "Have you put anything inside of you before?"

"Yeah," I said sheepishly. I nibbled my lip. I wasn't a total prude. I owned a vibrator and had orgasmed before. Porn grossed me out. And why would I watch it when I could watch myself in a mirror?

"What did you use?" Marino asked in a near whisper.

"My finger," I said.

"Just one?" Marino asked.

I nodded.

"Ah. So, your pussy's as tight as you are stubborn," Marino drawled. "Do you see the box behind you?"

Over my right shoulder, a sturdy, shiny black box stood on fat gold legs. "Yes."

"Lift the lid and take one," Marino said.

I slid the heavy lid back and scooted closer to peer inside.

"Nuh-uh," Marino said. "Keep your legs open, Everly."

I frowned. Why did he have to make this difficult? I reached blindly into the box and pulled out a stiff paper-wrapped tube thing. It was easily thicker than three of my fingers and twice as long as my middle finger. The lid shut with a snap. I returned to facing Marino and Teo.

"Excellent choice in cigars." Marino wet his lips. "Now show us how pretty your pussy stretches,principessa."

A cigar? That's what this fat thing was? Marino was crazy! This didn't belong inside of me.

"Put-put it in me?" I asked.

"Unless you want to work open your other hole instead?" Marino asked.

I quickly shook my head. Both men smiled.

Creases formed on my forehead. How did I do this again? It'd been a while since I'd put my vibrator inside. I traced the cigar between my lips until I felt my flesh give in.

The cigar popped inside, an inch of it quickly swallowed up. Spots bloomed before my eyes. A sting radiated around the intrusion. I gritted my teeth.

"The pain is worth it,Tesoro," Teo said. "You can take it for us."

Teo was right. The sting faded into dull, wet warmth. I pushed another inch in. My body protested, warning me that the cigar was already too much, too fast. The slightest movement hurt as if I were trying to put my fist up there. Every time I adjusted my grip, my muscles pushed the cigar out.

Marino rose. He crossed the room and then postioned the mirrored bar cart in between the two armchairs.

"Look,principessa," Marino said fondly. "Look at how pretty your pussy is."

I blinked frustrated tears away. My sniffles were cut short. The mirror showed off my pearly, pink skin clinging to the cigar as if it was meant to be there.

My breath came quicker. I continued pushing. The reflection made me wetter. A moan bubbled up my throat. Damn, this stung so good and looked so obscene.

"So fucking pretty," Teo said. His gaze radiated with a fire that bordered on jealousy. "You're opening up so good for us."

I shuddered. Wetness leaked out along the cigar.

"Yeah,principessa?" Marino asked. His free hand gripped the arm of his chair. "You like how full your pussy is?"

I didn't respond. I couldn't admit how desperately my breasts ached or that my clit was screaming in envy.

With half an inch left, the cigar refused to go any deeper.

"That's close enough,principessa," Marino said.

I whimpered. But I wanted more.

"Stand up," Marino said, "keep it inside of you."

My feet gingerly lowered to the ground. Every movement made the cigar felt twice its size. My insides were almost as raw as my shame. I tugged down my dress and winced.

"The cigar is yours to keep," Marino said.

Teo frowned at his dad.

"Whenever you feel like misbehaving, stretch yourself pretty instead." Marino took a long drink. "Go," he said with a wave. "Go behave."

I didn't look back as I skittered off. Not even when I was in the privacy of my room. Nor when I was under my covers, strumming my aching clit with the cigar still inside.