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“Can you come for us again?” Is that Sean?
My head is turned to the side and a mouth is on my neck. The other brother’s lips are on mine. The neck kisses trail downward until there’s warmth on my sex. I’m lost in blindness.
Why didn’t he take my panties off? I fumble to get my skirt out of the way and my panties down.
Carl says, “I guess that’s a yes.”
Firm hands grip my wrists on either side then swing my hands wide and pin them behind my head.
Warm breath heats my sex—panties still in place. Then the breath is gone. Lips and kisses make their way from one thigh to the other. My hips make their best guess when they can buck into the kisses.
He, whichever brother it is, finally takes pity on me. Pressure on my sex makes me aware of how wet my panties are already. His moans indicate that’s a good thing.
“So sweet. I could do this all day.” The movement of his lips as he speaks drives me closer to release.
I’m not going to admit that I don’t think I could handle ‘all day’. It doesn’t matter. I’m lost in ‘right now’ as I fall apart once again.
They take turns making me come. It finally seems like I’m getting something right.
When I wake up, I’m not wearing the blindfold. It’s dark. Bodies are on either side of me and I have to wiggle just right to slip out of bed. I manage it without waking anyone.
The faint sound of my alarm filters into my awareness. That’s what woke me up. I’m grateful it starts quietly and gets louder. My brothers haven’t heard it yet. The faint phone glow from the other room is just enough to help me navigate from the bedroom we ended up in.
I shut the alarm off, and with the little bit of screen light, find my dress and thank my lucky stars that my walk of shame is only to the next penthouse.
As I open the door to leave my brothers’ apartment, the elevator dings. I hope that the sound isn’t enough to wake the guys, but the door is ripped from my hand.
Mark’s standing there. His eyes are bloodshot. He’s only in his boxers and his damn happy trail has me salivating. When did he come back? Did he join—
A click from my right draws my attention to my stepmom as she looks up from her phone, shocked.
I follow her horrified gaze to the elevator where Aurora and Cindy are exiting. I didn’t realize Cindy was coming too, and I don’t have time to celebrate that the invites will go even faster.
“Mark?” My stepmom’s comment dictates where all of us look. “What is going on here?”
“I was just…um…” He is rarely speechless, and holds up his shirt, which if my brain can be trusted, he was not holding a few seconds ago. Carl is close behind, grinning. Mom can’t see him.
Mark resumes his normal composure. “I dropped this in the hall.”
Carl winks at me. “Mark had one of those wild nights. Our lovely stepsister was just returning it.”
Their mom motions to me. “Your friends have to go. My invitations won’t address themselves. And don’t walk into the post office looking like a little Christmas whore.”
She turns her ire to Mark. “Why are you still standing there? Cover yourself when there are ladies present even if your sister doesn’t know how to dress like one.”
Mark and his happy trail step into the lobby. Nerve endings spark to life where his arm brushes mine.
“Don’t speak to Bianca that way. The clothes don’t make the woman. You—” Mark defends me.
Then he gets yanked backward. I don’t know what happened, but their door slams, and I’m left to deal with their mother by myself.
Ten
Carl
IyankMarkbythe underwear to get him away from mom. We crash into the wall under his unbalanced weight.
Shoving off of me, he adjusts his boxers. “Bianca was here all night?”
