Instead, I’m begging, “Please,” as I come so fucking hard when Webster pulls Royal back, barking, “No.”

I come even harder when Webster takes both of them by the neck and forces them out of the kitchen. “Get the fuck out and get control of yourselves. Come back when you’re ready to act like men. Not a couple of fucking animals.”

“Maybe I want you all to act like animals.” I walk up to Webster, still naked and covered in their cum. My skin is hot and flushed from my orgasm.

“Go get cleaned up. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Something’s changed. There’s sadness in Webster’s words that wasn’t there before. Wrapping my arms around myself, I ask, “Why are you so worried about what my brother thinks? Do you owe him some kind of life debt or something?”

“I’ve been here before, Mel. It doesn’t have a happy ending.”

“Web—“

“It’s bad enough to have one friend choose their sibling over them. Sex over friendship…” Webster flares his nostrils. Almost like he doesn’t believe his own words. “I don’t even want to think how bad it would hurt Jake if all three of his friends abandoned him that way.”

“What if you didn’t have to choose? What if we just gave ourselves this one weekend? Jake would never have to know.”

Webster takes a step toward me. Again, he breaks his own rule, taking my chin in his calloused hand, lifting my chin, ensuring eye contact. “Because, I know one weekend would never be enough for us to get our fill of you.”

six

A Sticky Mess

What do I do now? Webster has made it perfectly clear, we’ve gone as far as we’re going to go. But he also wants more. And I know Kelly and Royal want more. I definitely want more. More of them. More of us. More of everything.

Jake and I aren’t children anymore. I know, deep down, he would just want his sister and his friends to be happy. If they found that happiness together, wouldn’t that be something to celebrate?

Maybe if it was only one of his friends. That would be easier to accept. I don’t know how my brother would feel about me dating more than one guy, no matter who they are. At least, if they’re his friends, he knows he can trust them to treat me right.

My god, would Webster, Kelly, and Royal treat me right.

I’ve never fantasized about having sex with more than one man at a time, but I can’t imagine anything else anymore.

All those hands and lips on my skin. A cock for every hole, filling me up so full.

Hot water rains down on me from the shower head. I put my face under the stream to relive the shower of cum they shot all over me.

I can’t live my life without knowing that feeling again and again. It’s too good to give up so easily.

As soon as I’m clean, I step out of the shower. After patting myself dry with the fluffy white towel, I toss it aside, leave my clothes on the shelf beside the sink as I exit the bathroom completely naked.

“What the...” Kelly says, choking on his orange juice.

“Holy shit.” Royal sets down his fork, turning to watch me cross the kitchen to join them at the table.

“Go put your clothes on. Right now,” Webster orders, slamming a fist on the table.

Ignoring him, I sit at the place setting already made up for me, pick up and take a bite of the strip of bacon that sat next to the small stack of waffles, like nothing is out of the ordinary.

I catch Royal out of the corner of my eye, smirking as he picks his fork up and starts eating again. Kelly still cautiously eyes Webster.

“I’m serious, Melody. If you don’t get your ass back in that bathroom and put some clothes on—“

“What? What are you going to do? You’ve made it perfectly clear nothing more is going to happen between the four of us this weekend. Why should my attire or lack there of matter? We’re all adults here. In fact, it’s quite warm, why don’t you all join me?”

Royal snorts a laugh and Kelly bites back a smile.

The fire in Webster’s eyes burns so bright, fear licks up my spine, telling me to run before I get burned.