Page 104 of Jump on Three

I had too many thoughts in my mind to fully concentrate on my knitting project. Instead, I watched them both curled up on the love seat while I was on a pile of pillows on the floor.

The two of them had sex. It was strange to think about, and I didn’t often, but since sex was the thing on my mind right now, I couldn’t help myself.

Since that night after Lyot last week, Ivan and I had been getting closer and closer to taking the final step, but neither of us had pushed for it. He wanted the emotional connection, and I supposed I did too. On the other hand, every time I saw him, I wanted to climb his body like a tree.

I’d waited eighteen and a half years to truly feel this type of attraction and need for someone. I’d read about it. Had seen my sister have it. But I hadn’t thought it was something I would experience. I hadn’t thought I worked that way.

I had been proven wrong.

Very, very wrong.

I definitely worked that way when it came to Ivan.

“Can I ask a sex question?” I blurted.

Delilah’s head shot up, and Rhys’s hands froze.

“Should I leave?” Rhys offered.

“No. I think you might have the answer to this question. I’ll only ask if you’re comfortable with it.”

He and Delilah exchanged glances. She nudged his arm. He sighed and turned back to me.

“What’s the question, little sister?”

“Well,” I dug my fingers into my yarn. It wasn’t quite as soft as Noro, but I loved sliding it between my fingers and rubbing them back and forth along it. “What does it mean when a guy won’t come on his girlfriend?”

Rhys’s freckled face turned a violent shade of red. In fact, it was nearly purple. I knew I shouldn’t have asked him this. I made a mental note to listen to my instincts next time. Rhys and I weren’t close enough to discuss coming. There was a good chance we never would be, even if he married my sister and became my official brother. There were lines not to be crossed with certain people, and it appeared I’d stepped right over Rhys’s.

Oh dear.

“Um…” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me. Which was fine. I didn’t mind that at all. “My guess is he doesn’t think she’d be into it.”

“Oh.” I nodded, my bottom lip caught between my teeth as I thought his answer over. “It’s not possible the guy isn’t into it?”

A laugh burst out of him. “No. Not possible. Every guy wants to see his girl covered in his…you know. It’s an instinct left over from the caveman days.”

Delilah groaned, but she didn’t refute his claim. My guess was my sister had been covered in cum multiple times and knew from firsthand experience how much Rhys liked doing it.

“So, I should just tell Ivan I want him to come on me?”

Rhys’s eyes slammed shut. “Will someone murder me, please?”

His cheeks were on fire again. I hadn’t believed it possible to embarrass Rhys, but I’d found the way. He did not want to think about his girlfriend’s sister having sex. To be fair, now that we were on the topic, I didn’t really want to think about it either.

“Be mature, trouble,” Delilah scolded playfully.

“I’m serious. I bet if I jab this needle in my eye at just the right angle, I can lobotomize myself and forget this conversation ever happened.”

“Or”—I wagged my needle back and forth in front of my face—“what if you lobotomize yourself and it’s the only conversation you remember?

“That’s it.” He shoved his yarn off his lap and jumped to his feet. “This discussion is over. I need to take a walk.”

Bending down, he kissed Delilah hard and fast, then made a speedy exit. Delilah looked right at me and started giggling, which set me off.

“Poor Rhys.” She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “He was so shocked.”

“Should I have let him continue to think I was an innocent little creature?”

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