“Very lucky to have two big brothers like us, naughty little girl.” His words make my thighs clench, and my cheeks burn as I feel something warm and wet ooze into my underwear. It’s happened before when writing about them, or when reading dirty books. But here and now? It feels like his words have unleashed a dam in my panties. Licking my dry lips, I ask the question I know will answer everything. “Why?” I whisper, voice hushed as Tristan moves just behind Jameson, ever present in the tenseness of this moment. Jameson’s smirk broadens, lighting up his face like some sort of menacing demon.
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