Chapter 4 I stayed quiet for the rest of the evening. They made out next to me as if it was the most natural thing and acted like it was nothing afterward. Well, Ashby acted that way. Bliss kept staring at the TV, looking confused but pleased. She had enjoyed that kiss, and I hated that she did. Because I missed my chance to kiss her. Ashby had fallen asleep a while ago, with his back turned to us, and the blanket only covering his legs from the knees down. I looked over at him, then moved my gaze to Bliss. She didn't look at me. I clenched my jaw. "Ashamed?" "What?" Her head snapped to me. "Are you ashamed now that you kissed him?" She frowned at me. "No. But you're jealous." "Jealous?" I laughed, shaking my head. "No fucking way." "You are! You can't stop muttering and cussing under your breath. It's annoying. Stop it." I hated the tension. The anger. Especially when there shouldn't be any. We were arguing again, and it was because of nothing. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair and turned more toward her. "Lissy," I whispered. "Let's not fight." "Then be honest," she challenged. "Say you're jealous." I clenched my teeth and took a deep breath. My eyes dropped to Ashby's back behind her, then I looked at her again. "Fine. I'm jealous. I hated watching you kiss him, and I wished you kissed me instead." Her eyes flashed with pride, then excitement. "I wish you'd kiss me too." I opened my mouth to tell her that it was wrong, but I couldn't get myself to say it. Deep down, I still wanted to kiss her too, and I didn't care about the consequences. Hell, there wouldn't be consequences for Ashby, so why would there be any for me? Still, I was too damn shy. And I hated it. I didn't want her to regret it one day. I knew I wouldn't, but she might. I smiled gently and pulled her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her as she pressed her body against mine. I kissed the top of her head. "I think I need time to think about this first." "Okay." She didn't push. Didn't whine or argue. "It's late," I then said, keeping my voice low. "We should sleep." She nodded, and we made ourselves comfortable under the blanket. She stayed in my arms, with her face close to mine, and our legs tangled. I smiled at her, rubbing her back gently as we looked at each other. The TV was still on, but instead of an interesting movie, there was some cartoon playing. "Dash?" she said, her voice quiet. "Hmmm?" "Wanna go to the lake tomorrow after work?" "Of course. Think it's gonna be a hot day anyway." She nodded, her smile soft. "I can't wait for Dad and Odin to close the shop for six weeks. I need a break." I agreed. "We all do. And we all need to just relax again. We've been working so hard all year. But I just know that our dads won't keep the shop closed for too long. They'll miss work after a few days." She laughed softly. "You're probably right. I won't go back until after those six weeks. That's for sure." "Yeah, me too." I tightened my arms around her and pulled her even closer, feeling all her curves against my body. "I love having you in my arms," I whispered into her hair. "Just wish he wouldn't be here." I looked over at Ashby who was still sleeping, silent as ever, and not moving. We weren't bothering him, but he was bothering me. "You could've kicked him out." "He wouldn't have left." "Damn right, I wouldn't have." Ashby suddenly moved, surprising us both. I watched as he turned around, now facing us. "Go back to sleep," I murmured. "No, I feel like cuddling, too." He put one hand on Bliss' hip and moved closer until his body pressed against hers from behind. I glared at my brother before looking down at Bliss to make sure she was okay with this. She glanced up at me and bit her cheek, her expression soft. She liked this. Having both of us hold her, with her lying between us. "Have you kissed her yet?" Ashby asked, his brow raised. "Shut up." "No, then." Bliss and I were quiet and looked at each other. We wanted to. But something was holding us back. "Just do it, man. I did it, and she liked it. Didn't you, Bliss?" "Uh, yes," she said quietly. "I did." "Bet you wouldn't push me away if I kissed you again," Ashby challenged. Bliss said nothing. Just stared up at me. "Answer me, Bliss." "No." She pressed her lips into a tight line. "No, I wouldn't push you away." Ashby smirked at me and raised a brow again. "You gonna do it or do I have to again?" I huffed and tightened my grip on Bliss. "I won't do it without her consent." "I want you to," she quickly replied. I could feel her heart beating loud in her chest. She looked nervous but willing. Fuck. Bliss Dash looked at me as if he was going to throw up. Probably not because he was about to kiss me, but because he wasn't sure if this was right. In my opinion, kissing me wouldn't make much of a difference now anyway, since Ashby had kissed me already, and none of what had happened in this room would leave it. "Are you sure?" Dash asked quietly, his hand squeezing my waist. "Yes, I'm sure." I smiled at him. "I want this." He looked at my lips for a moment, and just when I thought he wouldn't do it, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft, and I let out a hum, letting him know that I wanted more. I parted my lips, silently telling him to enter. He groaned, and his tongue pushed into my mouth slowly. My heart was racing but kissing Ashby and now Dash was the best feeling ever. Behind me, Ashby's hand had never left my hip. I'd forgotten he was there for a second, but then the heat of his breath returned to the nape of my neck, followed by his hard cock pressing against my ass. He was more into this than I'd realized, and it turned me on even more. Dash's tongue curled around mine again just as Ashby rubbed on me. I moaned and arched my back to feel him more. I reached up to run my hands into Dash's hair, pulling him closer. He let me, and he deepened the kiss until I started to feel lightheaded. Behind me, Ashby's hand slid under my shirt, exploring the dip of my waist, then the skin under my ribs, the tips of his fingers making every inch he touched tingle. He brushed the undersides of my tits before he cupped one, squeezing hard without a warning. I moaned into the kiss again and tugged at Dash's hair. I could feel Ashby's cock straining against his boxers, and then, as I arched back into him again, he let out a grunt. Dash broke away, panting, and rested his forehead against mine. "Fuck, Bliss, maybe we should-" He cut himself off with another kiss, desperate as Ashby's mouth found my ear and whispered: "You're driving us both insane. You know that, right?" I nodded, my pulse stuttering, feeling their hands and mouths and cocks all over my body. "Turn around. On your back," Ashby said. I did, breaking away from Dash's kiss to turn onto my back. Ashby's hand was still cupping my tit, while Dash's was flat on my stomach. I was in a haze. My head was spinning, but I wanted whatever was going to happen next. This was way too exciting. We were crossing lines left and right, but we clearly didn't care. Ashby's eyes were stormy with hunger. He looked at me like I was something he was about to devour. And I would let him. He leaned forward and kissed me, less gentle than earlier and much more demanding, his tongue tracing the outline of my lip before pushing in. I tasted both of them now. Dash's sweetness overlaid with Ashby's sharper edge, the two flavors merging. On the other side of me, Dash's hands explored. He pulled my hair aside, kissed my shoulder, then trailed his fingers down, hooking them into my panties. Ashby broke the kiss, and they both looked at each other before their eyes were on me. "Will you let us try something?" I looked at Ashby and nodded without giving it a second thought. Whatever he wanted to try, I was up for it. "Get up on your knees. Face us." Ashby's demand came quick and easy, as if he had this planned for a long time. I knew he hadn't. But he made it seem like he did. I pushed myself up and turned around so I was kneeling on the mattress between their bodies, facing them. I rested my hands on my thighs and studied Ashby, waiting for him to give me further instructions. But he didn't give me any. Instead, he looked over at Dash and said, "Take off your shorts." Dash and I looked at each other before staring at Ashby. "What?" "Take it off," he said again, then looked at me. "And you take off your shirt. I wanna see those pretty tits." I couldn't talk. My mouth was dry, my mind fuzzy, and my heart pounding so hard I was sure I soon would have to go to the hospital to get it checked. "Come on. Don't be fucking shy now. We already did too much not to go further. Would be a damn shame." He was right. At least, he made me believe he was. Pressing my lips together, I gave it another thought before taking off my shirt. I had no shame, and the guys didn't have it, either. They both pushed down their shorts, and I watched their cocks rest against their pelvises, long and hard and veiny. Ashby's tip was redder than Dash's, and Dash's cock had a slight curve to it. They were both thick and long enough to scare me, but I knew we wouldn't have sex tonight. I just knew it. "Touch us," Ashby said, his voice hoarse from the suddenly dry air in the room. I needed a moment to think about this. How to do it without neglecting one of them. I had never touched a cock before, and now they wanted me to touch two at once. That was one way to do it. Being thrown right into the deep end. I reached out both hands, one for each. I wrapped my right around Dash, and my left hand closed around Ashby. The heads of both their cocks were silky and wet with precum. They both jerked when I moved my hands down, squeezing just enough. Dash hissed through his teeth, and Ashby smirked, watching me closely as I started stroking them, slow and tentative at first. Ashby's cock pulsed in my hand, and I twisted my wrist slightly, earning a low rumble from him. Dash's was smoother, and he shivered when I circled his tip with my thumb. It was surreal, filthy, and so hot that I could barely keep my balance on the bed. "God, Bliss. That's-fuck," Dash murmured, his hand drifting instinctively to my hip. Ashby's hand was on my thigh. "You like this?" he asked. "Yes." The word was barely a breath, but I couldn't imagine saying anything else. His smirk turned possessive as he lifted his hand to cup my cheek so he could slide his thumb over my lips. "You want to taste us?" I nodded without even thinking about it, my mouth already watering. Dash was watching me, wide-eyed, like he couldn't believe this was actually happening. I leaned forward and took Ashby's head into my mouth, tasting salt and heat and the faintest hint of his skin. He groaned, low and rough, and I licked along the ridge, swirling my tongue before pulling off. Then I turned to Dash, who looked like he might actually stop breathing if I didn't touch him soon. I teased the underside with the tip of my tongue, and he let out a choked sound that went straight to my core. I alternated, switching from one to the other, working both cocks in my hands and mouth, and it felt obscene and spectacular and exactly right. "Jesus Christ, Bliss," Dash whispered, his hand weaving into my hair. "You're going to...ah, fuck..." "Let her," Ashby growled. He was watching the whole thing, eyes hooded, jaw clenched. "Make him come into your mouth, Lissy." I wasn't sure I had the power to do that, but it seemed that all I had to do was suck his cock for a moment longer. Dash moaned and tightened his grip in my hair, holding me down every now and then. "Fuuuck," he groaned, his hips thrusting up. "I'm gonna come." I braced myself, unsure how that would feel or taste. And when his cum covered my mouth, I didn't think twice about it. I swallowed it while his cock was still in my mouth, and when he finally let me pull back, I looked up at him, breathing heavily just like he was. "Goddamn," he murmured, stroking his cock slowly while his other hand was still in my hair. "That was fucking amazing, baby." I smiled, feeling proud of myself. "My turn." Ashby wasn't giving me time to breathe. He cupped my jaw and pulled me to him, guiding my mouth to his cock. He wasted no time pushing himself past my lips, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other stroking my cheek. He grunted and started to fuck my mouth, shallow at first, then deeper until I could feel his tip hitting the back of my throat. It burned, but the way he moaned made me want it more. I relaxed and let him use me, my own hand sliding between my legs to soothe the ache building there. "Look at you," he hissed, eyes glazed with pride and hunger. "Taking it so good, Lissy. Didn't know you could be such a dirty fucking girl." I tried to smile around his cock, but it was hard with him fucking my mouth like that. He kept talking, praising me, his words laced with filth until I felt my cheeks burn hotter than the room. "Gonna come down your throat. You ready?" His voice was a broken rasp, full of warning and promise. I nodded, bracing myself. He buried himself to the hilt, holding me still while he pulsed and spasmed, flooding my mouth with his cum. I swallowed without thinking, greedy for it, for the taste and the power rush that followed. When he finally pulled back, his cock resting heavy against my tongue for a second before he let it fall away, I licked my lips and looked up at him, waiting for judgment. Ashby stroked the side of my face, his thumb catching the wetness at the corner of my mouth. "You're fucking perfect," he said, voice low. Dash pulled me up again, kissing me hard and slow, like he was thanking me or claiming me. I could taste both of them on his tongue. When I pulled away, Ashby was already putting his shorts back on and lying down on the bed. No one said anything, but the energy in the room was thick with satisfaction. "You feeling okay?" Dash asked, caring as ever. I nodded and gave him a smile. "Yes, I feel fine. It was kind of a lot but...I enjoyed it." Ashby laughed softly. "You sure you're not gonna run out of here and whine about what we did to the others?" I shook my head, a deep frown set between my brows. "No. Why would I do that?" Ashby shrugged, not answering right away. I watched him, waiting for him to speak again, but he never did. Sighing, I put my panties back on and got comfortable between them on the bed. "I don't have a reason to whine about what we did when I clearly wanted it." "Ignore him," Dash told me, smiling gently. He pulled me to his side, sliding one arm under my neck, and wrapping the other around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder as he placed kisses on my cheek. "Let's sleep." I nodded, thankful for him. Dash made what we did feel okay, while Ashby made me feel like I did something bad. Well, technically, I did. But they were in on it, and if this ended up haunting me, they'd be haunted too. But in that moment, I didn't feel shame. Not in Dash's arms still around me and Ashby's heat lingering on my skin. I felt wanted. Desired. Like I had some kind of power which was dangerous and addictive. Maybe we'd all pretend this never happened or maybe it would change everything. Either way, it was too late to take it back. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!