Chapter 47

The blindfold was gone. The light still stung his eyes.

“What? I— I ... I thought—”

Rebecah was laughing. A sharp, open laugh that shook her chest. She hadn’t stopped moving. Her hips rolled over him, slow and exact, as if the surprise were nothing more than an amusing detail. Her cunt clenched around him on every descent, hot, already far too slick. Alan felt his own sentence break apart in his throat.

Beside them, Madison started laughing too.

Not loud. A breath first. Then a real laugh, a little too high, a little too nervous, eyes bright. She’d clapped her hand to her mouth, too late. Alan turned his head toward her, stunned.

“M-Madi ... not you. I actually thought—”

He never finished.

Rebecah dropped onto him all at once, deeper. A raw groan tore out of him, involuntary, humiliating. He tried to frown, to hold his sister’s gaze, to make her understand this wasn’t funny, that it had really gotten him. But his hips were already betraying him. He lifted to meet her. Without deciding to. Rebecah’s rhythm had already slid into his.

She leaned in a little, palms flat on his chest, breath short, a smile still stuck to her mouth.

“You really thought I was going to rob you of a moment like this with your sister ... I’m not a monster.”

She sharpened one stroke. Another. Lower. Tighter.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be next after me ... but first I fully intend to take my pleasure on that thick cock of yours.”

The last words broke on a moan. She arched, back bowed, and took him farther still. Alan felt the end of her. Hot. Tight. Too good. His hands fisted in the sheets. He was already panting, his gaze still locked on Madison in spite of himself.

Rebecah turned her head toward her, voice frayed from the effort.

“Sweetheart ... climb on your brother. Give him your cunt.”

Madison’s cheeks were already hollowed. She was biting her lower lip hard enough for the skin to go white. She was looking at him—him, buried in someone else, stomach clenched, mouth open. Something flickered through her eyes. Impatience. And something murkier still: a brief, clean spike of jealousy she didn’t have time to hide.

She seized it.

She climbed onto the bed without hesitation. The mattress dipped. Alan watched her come, startled, still too deep in Rebecah’s body to really react. Their eyes met. One second only. Just enough.

Madison knelt over his face.

Before she even lowered herself, Alan opened his mouth. Stuck out his tongue. Offered it.

He was waiting for her.

She sat down.

Gently. Just enough not to crush him. Her thighs were already shaking.

Alan’s first moan vibrated straight against her. A low, muffled sound that shot through her lower belly like a jolt. His tongue was already there. Broad. Starving. It pushed in without searching, as if it knew exactly where to go. Madison opened her mouth, soundless at first. Then a breath escaped her, short, startled.

She hadn’t expected it to hit this hard.

She rolled her hips. Forward and back. Slowly. Her cunt slid over his mouth, over his tongue, over the bridge of his nose. Every pass left a wet thread. She felt all of it. The heat. The spit. The way he opened her, the way he licked deeper with every stroke.