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Kelly pauses, standing next to my bed, thinking hard for several moments. “No, actually. Like Webster said, it’s just a rule. You don’t fuck your friend’s sister.”

“Aren’t rules made to be broken?”

Kelly smirks. “I’d break it right now, but it’s not up to me.”

“It’s up to Webster?”

Kelly nods. “Royal and I won’t go behind his back. No matter how badly we want you.”

“Then we need to convince him.”

“It’s mostly going to have to be up to you, baby. Just know, I’m on board.”

They’re so close. I could totally understand Webster seeing Kelly joining me in trying to change his mind as a betrayal. That we conspired against him. That’s not something I’m comfortable with. I don’t want to hurt Webster. “Are you going to tell Webster and Royal that I was awake and what we talked about?”

“You saw how close the three of us are. What do you think?”

Nodding my understanding, I say, “Of course.”

Finally, Kelly lays me on the bed and tucks me in.

“Night, baby girl.”

“You do know I’m older than you.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t dote on you the way you deserve. Like the good girl you are.”

My heart flutters and wetness slicks my pussy again.

As Kelly shuts the door behind him, I know in my soul there’s nothing I won’t do to make these boys mine.

five

No Touching

“Morning, Sunshine,” Royal says as I enter the kitchen where he and Kelly sit at the table while Webster stands at the stove, cooking breakfast.

“Good morning. That smells wonderful, Webster,” I say, standing next to him on my tip-toes, pressing my tits against his bicep, stretching the sleeve of his black T-shirt as I place a quick kiss on his cheek. I take my time, lowering myself onto my heals, letting my pebble-hard nipples graze over his bulging muscles.

With a speed and force I didn’t expect, Webster kills the fire on the stove top, turns and pushes me against the counter, pinning me with his hips pressed against my stomach, and imprinting the hard ridge of his cock on my flesh.

Every breath I take strokes him, making his cock twitch.

Hooking his big hands under my arms, Webster lifts me and plants my ass on the counter. “I know what you’re doing, Little Mouse.”

His cock stretches the front of his sweatpants. Cum leaking from his tip stains the gray fabric.

Our eyes locked, his dark and warning, I dare to inch my hand down my bare thigh until my fingertips trip along his waistband. Hooking my fingers inside, finding he’s not wearing any underwear, my breath hitches before I ask, “Do you want me to stop?”

Out of the corner of my eye, Royal and Kelly are now standing next to the kitchen table.

My stomach floats into my chest.

They know Webster so well. Do they already know his answer? Are they coming to join us or are they getting ready to leave?

The possibility of rejection sits heavily in my stomach. There has to be something I can do to keep them here.

“Your brother…” Webster whispers, gripping the counter on either side of me.

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