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He wants them, too. He’s just too afraid to ask her for them. He always was a stubborn jerk.
When I walk over to the house, Caleb is standing outside the back door, waiting for me.
“You’re not going to turn me away now, are you?” I ask with a coy smirk.
He doesn’t smile in return. “I want to explain the underwear,” he says flatly.
I pause. “I don’t think you have to explain.”
“It was a reflex. I don’t know why I did it, but it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Sure,” I chuff.
“I’m serious,” he replies. “I didn’t keep them to jack off and think about you, so don’t get any crazy ideas in your head.”
“Just so I know we’re talking about the same thing here. You’re telling me that you’renotattracted to me, right? And you kept my underwear in your pocket byaccident.”
He hesitates, and I watch the rolling movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.
“That’s what I’m saying,” he replies weakly.
Stepping forward, I place a hand on his chest. “Relax. I believe you. Because how fucked up would it be for you to out your brother and get him kicked out when he was only seventeen if you yourself were queer?”
“I didn’t—” he starts.
For the record, I don’t actually believe him. I know plenty of guys become major hypocrites when they hide their own identity behind ignorant behavior.
“Save it. I don’t want to get into this tonight. I just want to help Briar. That’s why we’re doing this, right?”
“Right.”
We’re standing chest to chest, and he’s gazing into my eyes as if he has something else to say. I don’t back down or move away.
“This is for Briar,” he mutters.
My lips twitch with a smile. Again, I don’t believe him.
A moment later, the back door opens and Briar appears with a nervous expression on her face. She lifts a white monitor in her hand. “I figure we should go to your place. I have this in case she wakes up.”
My brow furrows as I stare at the thing in her hand. I can’t say I’ve ever had to worry about a kid waking up before, but this is a very real circumstance for them. With a shrug, I turn back toward the apartment, and I feel them follow.
It’s not until we are inside that I notice Briar has on a little makeup. Her hair is curled, and she’s wearing a black cotton dress that makes her ass look fucking delicious. More than anything, I find it sort of endearing that she got herself dolled up for this.
“Need a drink?” I ask as I go to the kitchenette. “You can have one to calm your nerves, but no more than that.” When I turn back to find them staring at me with confusion, I add, “It’s important to keep your head straight.”
“Yes, please,” Briar responds, going for the glasses in the cabinet.
Caleb settles on a beer from the fridge instead.
“So…what exactly are we doing?” Briar asks. Her eager curiosity is my favorite thing. She really is so innocent, yet so ready to be corrupted. I can’t fucking wait to be the one to do it.
“We have to set some limits, which are up to you two. Briar, you obviously love to be submissive, so I can show Caleb how to be more dominant.”
She looks stiff as a board as she watches me talk, her hand gripping the glass so tightly her knuckles are white.
“You and I won’t have sex,” I say, thinking it’s what she needs to calm her nerves. But when she just looks more confused, I go on, “That’s a hard limit, right?”
“Yes,” she stammers. “Of course.”
