• Author K.L. Hall

Betrayal's Gift: A Christmas Short Story

(NOTE: Contains explicit language and adult themes suitable for ages 16+)

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(Photo Courtesy: Reese Royce @ReeseRoyce215)

When I was a child, I used to think Christmas was all about getting presents. You know, material things that I could either wear or play with and show off to all my friends. As I got older, I started to learn the value of the holidays. Knowing it wasn’t just about giving gifts or getting them, but spending time with family and cherishing the moments that money could never buy. Yet, it was Christmas Eve and I was sitting in the living room of the apartment my older brother, Jackson, and I shared, alone.

Jackson had hopped on a flight back to Charlotte, North Carolina to see our parents for Christmas, while I held down the holidays in Philly. I had my hectic work schedule and overly demanding boss to thank for that. The lights on our tabletop tree were twinkling, and the classic holiday movies were on damn near every channel. Although I didn’t mind watching reruns of “Home Alone” and “A Christmas Story,” I had other things on my mind.

I glanced down at my phone to see what time it was. My screen lit up with a picture of my girlfriend, Bellamy, and I as the wallpaper, then I read the time. It was 11:43pm. I shook my head, not only at the time, but at the picture, too. I was waiting until midnight to text Bellamy ‘Merry Christmas,’ but I didn’t know if I meant it, or if I was just doing it so that I wouldn’t break our tradition. We’d been together for three years, and this would’ve been our fourth Christmas together, but Bellamy and I had been on the rocks ever since I kicked her out of my apartment a week prior. After confronting her, she came clean about having an abortion the month before. I couldn’t believe that shit. We fucked every time we were in a five-mile radius of each other, so there was no doubt in my mind that she could’ve easily gotten pregnant. But, the fact that she hid that shit from me, revealed a side of her that I didn’t like, and frankly, a side I didn’t have time for.

I brushed those thoughts off and got up to go to the kitchen to pour myself a stiff drink. I slid my phone in the pocket of my basketball shorts, as I flipped on the light and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. As soon as my hand gripped the Hennessy bottle, my phone vibrated. With one hand around the bottle and the other on my phone, I slid the unlock button to read a text from Bellamy.

Bellamy: 12:01am: Merry Christmas, Aaron.

Aaron: 12:01am: Merry Christmas to you, too.

Bellamy: 12:02am: Open up.

Before I could respond, I heard a knock at the door. I put my glass down on the counter and went to answer it.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

My heart nearly sprang out of my chest. It was Bellamy.

“What do you want?” I asked as I stood on the other side.

“Just let me in, Aaron. We need to talk.”

There was still a sore spot there for me, and I saw no reason for us to hold a conversation, but it was Christmas and I was lonely, so I opened the door anyway.

“Talk,” I said, refusing to make eye contact with her.

I stood in between her and my living room. I didn’t want to be alone with her, because I knew I’d end up fucking her. Ever since I took her virginity, Bellamy had become my little freak, and I loved every bit of it. The best part was knowing that her pussy was all mine. She sighed when she noticed I wouldn’t look at her.

“Look, Aaron. I’m really sorry that I hurt you, okay? That’s the last thing that I wanted to do. I never should’ve hid that from you.”

I released the door handle from my grasp and walked back into the kitchen to pick up my glass of Hennessy and sat back down in front of the TV, ignoring her. If it didn’t involve her taking her clothes off, I had nothing to say.

“Your tree looks nice,” she said from the doorway.

When I didn’t respond, she spoke up again.

“I think we should break up,” she blurted out.

“What?” I said as I turned to look at her.

“I just don’t know what else there is for me to do. I’ve apologized to you a million times now, Aaron. It’s been like a week, and things just haven’t been the same between us. You’re cold now. We barely talk. I mean, it’s like you’re not even interested anymore. I’m right, and you know it.”

“That’s what you came to tell me? Why ain’t you just do that shit over the phone and save yourself the trip?” I asked, coldly.

Although I missed the way things used to be between us, she was right. Shit hadn’t been the same. My heart was bruised and that wasn’t something I could just brush off without a second thought. She’d aborted our seed. My seed. And I had no say so in the matter whatsoever. I couldn’t believe she tried to flip the script by breaking up with me on Christmas! I quickly gave her a once over as I scowled at her.

Bellamy was a Blasian china doll with chinky eyes and full lips. She had the perfect, petite body for her 5 feet 2-inch frame. She was wearing a black hoodie that cut off at her mid-section, black skin-tight leggings and UGG boots.

“You didn’t let me finish,” she said.

“What else could you possibly add to that?”

“I want you to fuck me one last time…”

My forehead scrunched up.


“You heard me.”

“Yeah, I heard you, but are you serious?” I asked.

“Very. It could be like, you know, our Christmas gifts to one another.”

I scoffed and shook my head. She must’ve been out of her mind.

“Christmas gifts, B? Really?” I asked as I turned the glass up to my lips.

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s what I want. You asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and this is it.”

“I asked you that like two weeks ago.”

“And I’m telling you now,” she said as she walked over to me. “I want you…inside of me.”

Bellamy walked over to me and looked me in my eyes as she ran her fingertips over my thick eyebrows.

“Don’t make me beg,” she said as she leaned in to kiss me.

It didn’t take long before our tongues met in each other’s mouths. I’d missed her more than I ‘d let myself admit to. I laid her down on the couch and began to kiss her neck and suck on her left earlobe. She reached down and grabbed my dick and gyrated her pussy against the thin fabric of my shorts. Before I could get a word out, she started to kiss on my neck while gliding her hands up and down my exposed muscles.

“Take me to your room,” she said between kisses.

We both got off the couch as I grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway into my room. As soon as I walked through the door, I flipped on the lights, and she flicked them back off.

“You don’t need the lights on, Aaron. I know what your room looks like by now,” she said as she closed her eyes.

“Let’s see, we’ve got the desk right here to the left, your closet over in the right corner beside the bathroom, and your bed is five steps in front of me.”

She outstretched her hands.

“One, two, three, four, f…”

I moved closer to the bed, and when she got close enough to me, I guided her right hand down to my dick. She moaned slightly and reached into my shorts to grab hold of what had been rightfully hers for the past three years.

“Ooh, yes, you’re already getting hard,” she giggled.

She slid my shorts down and tugged at the hole in my boxers until my dick sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. She pushed me back onto my bed and kneeled face-to-face with my dick. Bellamy wrapped her left hand around it, and as soon as she opened her mouth to slide my dick inside, there was a knock on the front door. Bellamy looked up at me with her forehead scrunched up.

“I didn’t know you were expecting company.”

“I wasn’t. Hold on and let me go see who it is,” I told her as I put my dick back in my boxers and pulled my shorts back up.

It was way after midnight at that point, so instead of swinging the door open, I looked through the peephole and took a step back. It was Jackson’s girlfriend, Lana. Confused as to why she was there, I unlocked the door and looked at her.

“Lana, what’s up? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, uh…everything is fine,” she said, as she adjusted the book bag strap hanging over her right shoulder.

“You do know Jackson isn’t here, right? He flew back home for Christmas.”

“Yeah, I figured he wouldn’t be here. That’s why I came.”

“Lana, forgive me, but I’m confused as shit right now. What’s going on?”

“Look, I just came to drop off some of his things. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she sniffed as she looked over my shoulder.

My eyes followed hers and I saw Bellamy coming down the hallway from my room, tugging at the elastic waist band around her leggings. I looked back at Lana and shook my head.

“Nah, you good. Come in.”

Lana walked in and I took the black book bag from her and sat it beside the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable like usual. I’ll be right back,” I told her, then turned to walk back down the hall to meet Bellamy.

“What is she doing here so late?” she asked, as I pushed her into my room and closed the door.

“I don’t know, something about my brother and his things or something, but I need to go find out.”

“Really, Aaron? You don’t see anything funny about your brother’s girlfriend showing up here without him being here? And look at what time it is! It’s late!”

“You came here late, too, remember?”

“Yeah, but that’s different. I came here for you.”

“Yeah, for some breakup dick, right?” I scoffed.

“You know it wasn’t just about that…”

“Then what else was it about, Bellamy? Please, enlighten my ass.”

Bellamy sucked her teeth as she folded her arms across her chest like a child. She had no point to prove and we both knew it. Although I wanted some pussy, I wasn’t about to entertain her antics. Besides, I wanted to see what was really going on with Lana and my brother. She was at the apartment so much sometimes it was like she was the third roommate, but she’d never intentionally come without Jackson being in the same city.

“You know what, I think it’s best that I just go.”

I sighed as I shook my head.

“Be easy, Bellamy. Merry Christmas.”

“Wow. Really, Aaron?”

Her facial expression told me everything I needed to know. She was hurt. Yeah, I still cared, but if she wanted an emotional reaction, she was barking up the wrong tree. She’d given up on us, and I wasn’t going to be the only one holding on in our tug-of-war relationship. She followed me back down the hallway in silence and walked over to the door.

“Aaron, I…”

I shut the door in her face and went to sit back on the couch to refocus my attention on Lana. She was standing by the couch on her long, chocolate drizzled legs, with her usually curly black hair straightened and pulled back into a low ponytail that stopped at her lower back, wearing a black fleece jacket, gloves and denim jeans. She looked up at me with her dark sepia eyes and long eyelashes.

“I’m really sorry for interrupting whatever that was that you had going on, Aaron,” she said, shaking her head. “I guess Bellamy still isn’t a fan of me, huh? She didn’t even speak.”

I gave her a quick nod.

“It’s cool. Don’t even worry about her. What’s in the bag?”

“Just some of your brother’s things. I’d feel better dropping them off with you. I don’t want to see him.”

“Hold up, why not? What happened?” I asked.

“Jackson’s been cheating on me with my fuckin’ stepsister.”

I took another sip of my Hennessy and almost choked on it after my brain registered what she’d said. I’d never known Jackson to be a cheater, and with all people, her stepsister. That was an all-time low.

“What? H—how did you find out? Did he tell you?”

“He wouldn’t come clean about that type of shit. He’s a fuckin’ coward. A fuckin’ lying ass coward and I’m done. I deserve better,” she said, trying to drown her unhappiness in a half-smile.

“Damn, Lana. I…I don’t even know what to say.”

“Yeah, I’ve known all day and I still can’t find the words.”

“If he didn’t tell you, how’d you find out?”

“A few days ago, he texted me a message that clearly wasn’t for me. When I asked him about it, he tried to blame it on autocorrect, but I knew something wasn’t right about that shit. I let it go, but I didn’t forget. Today, when I went to my dad’s house to drop off the gifts, I saw her phone light up on the couch and she had a text from Jackson. So, I picked that shit up. I didn’t even know they had each other’s numbers. So, I start scrolling and reading and screenshotting and sending everything to myself.”

“And she just let you take her phone like that?”

“Nah, she was too busy running around the house with my dad and her mom, getting shit right for Christmas. She didn’t even notice I took her phone and went straight to the bathroom.”

“Damn, Lana. That shit is crazy.”

“Yeah, so once I had all of my proof, I sent that shit straight to him with a big fuck you attached to that shit. I cussed that bitch out, told her to eat shit and I left. I went back to my apartment, threw all his shit in that bag and now here I am.”

All I could do was shake my head in disbelief. I didn’t have any words of encouragement to give her. She’d caught my brother red handed and I couldn’t come to his defense.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Bellamy broke up with me tonight,” I told her.

“What? Are you serious? Why?”

“She came by and said she was sorry for hiding the fact that she aborted our baby, and then said that things just haven’t been the same and she didn’t know what else to do but break up. I’m just tired of it all, so I guess the shit is for the best, you know?”

“Wait. She was pregnant and didn’t tell you?”


“Wow, Aaron. I’m sorry to hear that,” she responded.

I shrugged it off.

“Hey, merry fuckin’ Christmas to us, huh?” I said as I reached onto the coffee table and grabbed my half empty glass.

“It’ll only be merry for me if you pour me a glass of whatever you’re drinking.”

“You sure you can handle some Henny right now? You know this shit will get you in your feelings quick,” I warned.

“I’m good, trust me. I can handle my liquor.”

“Aight, suit yourself.”

I got up and made my way back into the kitchen to pour her a glass of Hennessy. I tossed a couple of ice cubes in the glass and then filled it halfway with the brown cognac. Then, I walked into the living room and handed it to her. I sat back and watched Lana toss the cognac down her throat without even coming up for air.

“Hit me with another one,” she said, handing me her glass.

“Damn, girl. You better slow down.”

I went into the kitchen one last time, and instead of pouring her another drink, I brought her the whole bottle.

“Here. Pour your own troubles.”

“Thanks,” she nodded, as she poured herself another glass.

“So, uh…have you spoken to Jackson since you sent him all that shit?”

She threw her hands up in the air to silence me. I didn’t even know why I’d asked. At that point, I felt awkward and wanted her to leave, but I didn’t want to be rude. When I tried to budge, Lana stared at me.

“I’m sorry. I just…I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about him or that. I don’t feel like thinking about it or even feeling anything, honestly. I just want to be numb as fuck for as long as possible.”

She shook her head in disgust. I could tell she didn’t have it in her anymore either. The both of us were just two empty vessels sharing a bottle of Hennessy in the wee hours of Christmas morning.

“I don’t trust his ass. I don’t love his ass, and I don’t want to be with his lying, trifling, cheating ass anymore!” she responded dryly.

I nodded. Although Jackson was my brother, I couldn’t fault Lana for wanting better for herself. Lana wasn’t weak like Bellamy. Bellamy was the type of chick who would do something wrong and weep about it until you felt bad for her. I knew my brother still had the keys to Lana’s heart, but I didn’t think he ever thought he would get caught, and if he did, he didn’t think she had enough courage to leave him. That’s where he went wrong. Underestimating a woman is the worst thing a man could do.

I turned my attention from Lana back to the TV as I took another sip of my drink. I was only a couple cups in, but I could feel it. Lana had surpassed me in the short time she’d been there, so I knew she was wavier than I was.

“Damn, Aaron. What is your thermostat set to? Hell? It’s hot as shit in here,” she said, as she pulled off her gloves and unzipped her fleece jacket.

She was only wearing a black lace bra underneath.

“Whoa, Lana. Where is your shirt?” I asked, looking away.

“What do you mean? I’m not naked, Aaron. I have a bra on. Besides, if I was naked, it’s not like you haven’t seen breasts before.”

“That’s not the point and you know it.”

The more I drank, the more my body temperature started to rise. My armpits started to moisten and I could feel sweat beads forming on my forehead as I tried not to stare at the way Lana’s breasts sat up perfectly in her bra.

“You like what you see?” she asked, as she stood up and slid her jacket off her shoulders.

I stood up as well and tried to put some distance in between us by walking back into the kitchen.

“Lana, look. You’re drunk, I’m faded…this isn’t a good idea.”

“I’m not trying to be a rational thinker tonight.”

“Yeah, I know, but that don’t make it right, and I’m not trying to be put in the middle of your shit with my brother.”

Instead of responding, Lana unhooked her bra and tossed it over the couch. She stared at me and started massaging her soft breasts. I could feel my dick hardening by the second as I tried to hide it behind the counter.

“Lana, please just put your clothes back on.”

“Or what?” she said as she unzipped her jeans. “Are you going to throw me out on Christmas?”

I sighed and licked my bottom lip. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to finish what Bellamy and I started, but I knew I would regret it if I fucked my brother’s girl. I watched Lana slide off her shoes and socks, then wriggle her jeans down her thighs. She pulled her feet out of them one by one, picked up the Hennessy bottle and walked towards the kitchen. Once we were standing face to face with each other, her eyes met mine and then dropped down to my dick.

“Did you fuck Bellamy before she left?” she asked me.

“Nah, you uh, you kinda interrupted all that,” I shrugged.

“Good. More dick for me then.”

Lana reached out to gently graze her hand against my shorts.

“Lana, I’m only going to tell you this one more time. You need to stop and put your clothes back on,” I said firmly.

“No thank you,” she said as she turned the bottle up to her lips.

She put the bottle down on the countertop, pulled down her panties and picked the bottle back up. I couldn’t believe my brother’s girl was standing in front of me butt ass naked, just begging for me to fuck her. As much as I wanted to resist, the harder my dick got, the more I found myself succumbing to the temptation. Lana held the bottle up to my chest as she grabbed hold onto my dick.

“Drink, don’t think.”

I took the bottle from her and let the cognac burn my throat all the way down to my stomach. Against everything inside me, I started to stroke my erection through my shorts as I stared at her.

“Come here,” I told her.

As soon as I put the bottle down, I wrapped my hands around her waist and sat her on the kitchen countertop beside the sink. When my lips touched hers, I knew there was no turning back. I kissed her neck as my hands traveled up her right thigh, which had a tribal tattoo that wrapped all the way around to her ass cheek. Lana grabbed both sides of my face as she planted kisses from my forehead to my chin. She ran her hands down my shirt and pulled it over my head.

“Take all your clothes off,” she panted.

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“You could if I wasn’t already naked.”

I tossed my shirt to the side and pulled down my shorts and boxers with one hand. I let my dick glide against her thigh as I played with her pussy. She was wetter than water, and the sounds of her soft moans were driving me crazy. I spread her thighs wide and pushed past her warm walls. We both let out loud groans. Lana wrapped her legs around my waist as I pumped into her.

Everything about that moment was a blur. I felt like I was standing outside, watching myself fuck my brother’s girl all over our kitchen, and no matter how bad I wanted to stop myself, I just couldn’t. Sweat was glistening off our bodies as the heat blasted throughout the entire apartment. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t stop. All I could do was fuck.

I lifted her body up and bent her over the countertop to fuck her from behind. Sweat beads glistened off the small of her back as her ass bounced back against my dick. All I could hear were the sounds of her moans and the clanking of her belly jewelry against the granite.

“Mmm, fuck! Yes, Aaron! Fuck me!” she screamed.

My body seemed to go into overdrive with every moan or dirty thing that came out of her mouth. I grabbed hold of her left breast and plunged my dick in and out of her pussy. I had been fucking the same pussy for three years, and even before Bellamy, I’d never been inside a pussy wetter than Lana’s before. The wetter her pussy got, the less remorse I felt. I figured I would just kick off the next year with a new year’s resolution and all would be forgotten.

I pulled my dick out and licked down the crack of her ass. When I pulled myself away, my face was dripping wet. Lana turned around and dropped to her knees in front of me. Her mouth was so warm on my dick I wanted to bust just from that, but I wanted to feel her pussy one more time. As soon as I dipped back inside her, I heard keys jingling in the lock. Before either of us could react, we were face to face with Jackson. He had three presents in one hand and a gift bag in the other. When his mind registered what his eyes had already witnessed, he dropped everything on the floor.

“What the fuck!” he roared as he stood in the doorway with his fists balled up, and his chest heaving in and out.

I quickly pulled my dick out of Lana and bent down to find my basketball shorts.

“Lana! What the fuck?” I heard Jackson yell again.

“Yo, Jackson! It’s not what it looks like! Just calm down!” I said as calmly as I could.

“What the fuck do you mean it’s not what it looks like? It looks like you fuckin’ my girl!”

I fully expected Lana to run for cover or try to find her clothes, but she didn’t do either of those things. Instead, she grabbed the bottle of Hennessy and turned the last bit of it up to her lips.

“How does it fuckin’ feel, Jackson?” she said as she threw the glass bottle at him.

I listened to it crash as glass splattered all over the hardwood floor that separated the living room from the kitchen. Jackson stepped back, being sure not to get any glass on him, as he stared at her. I didn’t know what to do. Again, I was stuck having another outer body experience.

“Bitch, are you crazy? You gon’ come fuck my mothafuckin’ brother? My blood?” he yelled at her.

“Fuck you! None of this shit would’ve happened if you could’ve just kept your dick in your goddamn pants! I mean, what the fuck, Jackson? My stepsister? Really?”

Without saying another word, Jackson stormed out of the living room and went down the hall to his room and slammed the door. My heart was racing a million miles a minute as I stood frozen in my step. Lana walked back into the living room to start redressing herself. I was just about to go down the hallway when I heard Jackson’s door creep back open.

“You know, I was going to keep this shit to myself, but now I’m like, fuck it,” he said as he came around the corner with a gun in his hand.

“Yo, Jackson, what the fuck are you doing, nigga? Put that shit away. It’s not that fuckin’ deep!” I yelled.

“Nah, nigga. It is that mothafuckin’ deep! I come here and see you fuckin’ my bitch in my fuckin’ kitchen on Christmas, nigga? Really?” he yelled, as he pointed the gun at me.

“Jackson! Stop! Just stop!” she yelled.

Her cries fell on deaf ears as he released the safety.

“Don’t punish him, punish me! I’m the one that came onto him!” she yelled.

“I should’ve known you were a fuckin’ hoe the moment I met you! That’s why I started fuckin’ Jade behind your back. You really had a nigga over here feelin’ bad, too, all for you to bring your smut ass over here and fuck on my brother!” he yelled as he aimed the gun at her.

“Jackson, no!” she yelled with her hands up.

I watched Jackson pull the trigger and Lana’s body flew back against the loveseat. She was lying in our apartment with a bullet in her head. I just knew I was going to be sick. I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of my eyes.

“Jack—Jackson,” I stammered. “Plea—please don’t do this, man. I’m sorry, okay? I tried to fight her off, but something inside me just said fuck it, and I’m sorry, aight? I’m fuckin’ sorry!” I pleaded.

“You know what, bro. I get it. I felt the same way when Bellamy came onto me.”

“Wait, what?” I asked.

“Oh, she ain’t tell you? The real reason she got that abortion was because the baby she was carrying was mine, not yours. So much for brotherly love, huh?”

My mouth dropped open as Jackson and I had a stand-off in the middle of the kitchen floor in complete silence. If deceit, betrayal and lies were on my Christmas wish list, I would’ve gotten everything I’d asked for and more.

“Jackson, I—”

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas, Aaron!” he yelled as he pulled the trigger.

I jumped up in a cold sweat, not realizing where I was. My heart was pounding out of my chest until I realized I was safe and sound in my bed. I fell back against the pillow, relieved that everything had been a dream. I rolled over onto my side only to see Lana’s naked body lying under my sheets and my eyes widened. What I thought was a dream had really happened. I glanced over at the clock. It was 2:43am. I quickly jumped up and walked over to my bedroom door. As soon as I opened it, I heard the keys jingling in the lock.

“Oh shit,” I mumbled.


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