Neither

As you stood in the kitchen you decided that, for now at least it was better if you didn't make a decision, you didn't feel like if you did you would be giving either of them you at your best. You went into the kitchen where Nyx was doing all of the dishes and Sara was spanking Nyx whenever she sprayed the water too much.

"Nyx," you said, "you still have that bottle of whiskey?"

"Yea," she said, "want me to get it?"

"And your guitar," you said, "if you don't mind."

Nyx dropped what she was doing and literally ran out the front door leaping down the steps. You went out and got a bonfire going, it was cold, but you didn't really care, a fire and a glass of whiskey was what you needed. Nyx came back a moment later and handed you the whiskey and a solo cup pouring each of you a glass as she took a seat and pulled her guitar onto her lap. She tenderly examined the instrument, tuning it just so.

"What do you want to hear?" she asked, "Wonder wall?"

"No," you chuckled, "god no."

"Kumbaya?"

"What is this summer camp?"

Nyx' eyes darted as if she was running through a catalog in her mind.

"I've got it," she said, "I don't sing."

You sipped the surprisingly smooth whiskey, "that's fine Nyx."

The song was slow, it was mournful, the loss in the music was palpable. It was a song you'd never heard before and as she played you could see Nyx mouthing the words, a tear running down her cheek.

"That was beautiful," you said as she finished, "what song was that?"

Nyx brushed the tear from her cheek and inspected the guitar.

"Seven Spanish Angels," said Nyx, "I learned it after..."

"After Ciri?"

She nodded and sipped her glass.

"You aren't going to choose?"

"Not right now," you said, "I think we all need our time."

"That's really mature of you," she said.

"I hope so," you said.

Nyx played more after that, some were recognizable, some were just riffs she jammed through, you sipped and you watched the fire.

"I'm beat," said Nyx after a few hours.

"Yeah I guess I should turn in too," you said emptying your cup, "thanks for this Nyx."

"Don't mention it," she said, "any excuse to play my guitar and sip whiskey with a friend."

As you walked back into your house you turned on the light to find Sara perched on the kitchen table dressed in what you figured to be a slutty turkey outfit.

"Finally," she said as she saw you.

"Sara," you said, "pardon my French but what the fuck?"

"I'm a Thanksgiving turkey," she said, "I need to be stuffed."

She was so fucking weird but your cock stirred in your pants and you weren't one to look a gift turkey in the mouth.

"Alright," you said dropping your pants.

Sara handed you a squirt bottle full of something, "baste my breasts."

She pulled the deep cut top of her outfit apart so her tits were free and you sprayed a liberal amount onto them rubbing it in with your hands.

"So good," she said as you squeezed her tits pinching her hard nipples.

She laid on her back holding her knees to her, her hard cock restrained by her outfit. You pulled the bottom aside revealing her hole and lined up entering slowly. She took you in easily and soon you were fucking her quickly, the table shaking with each thrust. You sucked on her tit and rubbed her bulge with your hand as Sara moaned.

"You need to get it in really deep," said Sara, "you better go harder."

You grabbed her legs and slammed into her, the table sounded like the legs might come off but you fucked Sara until you felt her ass spasm around your cock, a wet spot forming on her outfit by her bulge.

"My external thermometer says I'm done!" she said, "feels like my internal thermometer hasn't popped yet."

"Oh its close," you said resuming your **** on Sara's hole as she moaned.

You buried yourself deep in Sara and unloaded shot after shot.

"Fuck," you groaned pulling out of Sara's gaped asshole.

"Well I feel good and stuffed," she said pulling her outfit back into place and getting off the table to head to the bathroom.

You got ready for bed and a moment later Sara entered still dressed in her turkey outfit.

"Um, it's cold and late," she said, "can I sleep here?"

"Sure," you said.

She actually meant here, here because she curled up at your feet. When you woke up Sara hadn't moved, you checked the time and were about to get out of bed when Sara stirred.

"Don't leave," she said, "need my treat."

She climbed under the covers.

"Cummies, where are you?"

So fucking weird you thought. You weren't complaining a moment later when she had you in her mouth and was working you into her throat. There wasn't really any point to holding out, Sara just wanted your cum and you wanted to have some time away from her. As your orgasm approached Nyx entered oblivious to the sexy turkey throating you under the covers.

"Dave," she said, "sorry I was going to wait for you but I just had such a nice time with you last night that I sucked it up and called Erica, she's coming here!"