Page 28 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“Alright then,” said Jason, finally satisfied. “I don’t know what they’re both doing out there together, but whatever it is, I’m sure they’re up to no good.”

“Probably not,” I chuckled.

Hell, when it came to their mysterious dinner party, I wasn’t even sure myself. But for the past few days at least, I knew exactly what my brother’s friends had been doing, because they’d been doingme.

Not that we could ever tell him, of course.

“Well, tell them I said thanks then,” he finished. “And have one of them call me back, before I give them both a kickin the ass,” he added. “They’re not answering my texts. They’ve been mysteriously quiet.”

I bit my lip at that last part.

“I’ll tell them if I see them again,” I lied. “How’s dad doing?”

Jason paused for a long moment. The whole mood changed. “He’s… he’s dad.”

My heart ached, thinking about my father. Since the loss of my mother to an inoperable brain tumor, he’d pretty much been running in circles. We tried keeping him as socially busy as possible, outside of his job. But he seemed exhausted now, both mentally and physically. It was like he’d aged forty years; in the four short years she’d been gone.

“Yeah, well give him a kiss for me,” I finished. “And thanks for calling, big brother. Love you.”

“Love you too, sis.”

I stood up and stretched, extending my arms and fingers in the directions of the rising sun. The manor sat on a hill not far away, just on the other side of its magnificent back gardens. Everything there was trimmed and beautiful and immaculately kept, though I hadn’t seen a single groundskeeper. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen a single housekeeper either. Not a maid, not a butler, not anyone but us.

The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

But then the rich, heady scent of bacon reached my nostrils, and all other thoughts were scattered to the winds.

~ 18 ~

BISHOP

“So you’re really cooking dinner for us tonight?”

Jocelyn nodded as she crunched down on the bacon egg and cheese sandwich Kayden had carefully constructed for her. The flavors hit, and her eyes rolled immediately back into her head — that’s how good it was. I knew firsthand, because I’d eaten two already.

“And there’s going to be a menu and everything?” I asked.

She chewed slowly, almost sensuously, her expression looking damn near post-orgasmic. I had to admit, it was times like these that Kayden’s cooking skills made me more than a little jealous.

“What the fuck did youputin here?” she murmured, pointing at the sandwich when she could speak again.

“Never mind that,” Andre chuckled. He folded his arms and nodded my way. “Answer his question.”

It was our last night with her, and the four of us planned to stay in. Jocelyn had offered to make dinner as a way to thank us for our hospitality. For once in my life though, food was the furthest thing from my mind.

“Yes, there’s going to be a menu,” she smiled and winked. “Among other things. It might not be as great or fancy aseverything you’ve fed me, but it’s our last night here, and it’s time I took care of the three of you.”

The three of us shared the same knowing smirk, but she only sighed.

“You’re such boys,” she rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

My eyes lingered on her as she finished breakfast, wondering if I should feel guilty. Jase had sent us to find his little sister and cheer her up. Instead, we’d turned her into a pincushion. We hadn’t exactly planned it, but somehow Kayden and I had lured her back to our secret lair, where the three of us had worshiped that soft, warm body like the embodiment of an actual sex goddess.

Only that’s notexactlyhow it happened.

No, the beautiful creature that’d woken me up with the most incredible blowjob of my life this morning was just as guilty as we were. She’d been just as eager, and three times more insatiable than any one of us. Yes, she was still Jase’s little sister, in all her teasing, tongue-poking, middle finger-giving glory. But now, to us, she was something else entirely. Something completely different.

Breakfast wrapped up, and Jocelyn delivered us each a very girlfriend-like kiss before bounding upstairs to change after her run. I waited five minutes before following her up, enduring Kayden’s frown as I ducked dish duty as usual.

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