Page 17 of Carols and Consent


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“But look how close this came to a huge mistake. When we get to your hotel, I’ll get a ride home and focus on my audition.”

I clamp my hands around hers, holding the balled-up dress to her chest. “Slow down. I’m not about to be the only brother who didn’t get a taste of you.”

She sputters. “Um, well…no onetastedme. We were just getting started on some sex lessons.”

“Good, then you still need a teacher.”

She glances at each brother. No one objects.

“No one has to know. Consider them private lessons.” It’s unlikely I can keep that promise, and it pains me to even remotely lie to her. But for now, it’s the truth. Gently tugging the dress, I’m able to slip it from her hands.

I had no idea a woman could be so perfect.

Jack stands behind her, slides his hands from her shoulders to her fingertips, then laces their hands together and moves them onto her belly.

Damn if my mind doesn’t go straight to thoughts of her being full of my baby. She’d make the perfect mother. Is that what Jack’s thinking too?

He moves their hands upward, caressing her breasts, going up to her neck into her hair. It’s a tease. He’s making her caress herself for me.

“You know you want her, Calvin. Teach this goddess how good your mouth will feel on her pussy.”

I rake my hand through my hair, then let my gaze linger on her long eyelashes, the pale blue of her eyes, the look of hopefulness.

“Has anyone ever gone down on you, Sweetheart?” The possibility of going to Hell for putting my mouth on my stepsister’s pussy isn’t enough to stop me from dropping to my knees.

Everything blurs as her scent intoxicates me. I tease my thumb over her hot, wet, pink silky panties. “They’ve already got you wet. You smell so good, you’re going to ruin me.”

“I don’t want to ruin you.” Her fingers drag through my hair, ensuring my ruin.

I cup my hands in that sweet spot where her ass meets the top of her thigh. She’s mine.

“Hold her,” I say as I dive in.

Jack wraps his arms around her and lifts so I can strip her panties down.

But he doesn’t set her down. He works his hands under her. The other brothers, on either side, each take one of her legs and splay her wide for me.

Holy fuck, I am definitely going to Hell. I kiss, then lick, then suck on her pretty, pink, untouched pussy. Her juices are the ambrosia to the gods. The buck of her hips ensures she’s enjoying the lesson.

Being between her legs makes me feel like a god. And then she comes undone.

The world could cease to exist and I wouldn’t care. I’ve claimed my sister.

Eleven

Jack

Headingintothelastverse of our encore, Big D gives us a nod, letting us know that he’ll take the improv before the last note. He segues into his solo, fingers flying over the keyboard, and my thoughts drift to earlier when I was holding Aurora against my body, Travis and Big D held her legs, and Calvin sank to his knees in front of her.

Each shake and whimper of her orgasm is ingrained in my soul.

Staying engaged with the audience is important, but not today. I turn my attention to the side of the stage where she’s waiting. Did she hear me say that I love her before Calvin walked in on us?

She hasn’t brought it up, but she also didn’t go home. She signed up for more lessons and we’ve had one hell of a day with her.

It’s still not enough. Until she commits to being ours, I fear she’ll consider us temporary.

Can she see me as Jack, a guy who’s completely enamored with her, and willing to throw everything away to claim her? Or does she just want Jack, the bad boy of The Rebels? Will letting down my façade help us grow closer, or drive her away?

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