Chapter 7 I had this fucking dream before. Multiple times, actually. It was fucking sick and twisted to dream about my sister that way, but every damn time I watched her flirting with those old and ugly men at the shop, I ended up dreaming of her. Her kneeling in front of me, with my cock in her mouth, and my hands twisted in her hair. And when Ashby told me about the shit they did with her last night and this morning, I got jealous. So fucking jealous that I punched him in the face. I wanted to do way more at first, just to show him how disgusted I was with his behavior, but deep down, I wasn't disgusted. No, I was fucking turned on. Wished I would've seen Bliss go down on them. After leaving Ashby's room with an aching hand and heading to my own, I used the same hand to punch my bedroom wall. I hated what I was thinking. Hated how sick my mind was, and how hard it was to think about anything else but her sucking my dick. It helped knowing that I wasn't the only one in this family with a sick mind, but a cousin having a crush on a cousin was a different fucking thing than being a brother wanting to fuck his sister. I paced the floor for about an hour before I saw Dash walking across the field to get to the lake where Bliss was sitting on the dock. I could see her in the distance, looking out over the water and into the sunset. She probably had so much on her mind too, but the way she was looking at me right now told me that she wasn't really worried or nervous. She was excited to kiss me. Fuck...we were all sick. Dash sighed and stepped aside after I gave him another glance, but the tension in his jaw said enough. He wasn't thrilled. Not because he was jealous. He just didn't want me to break her. Sweet of him. Although I was an asshole, I would never hurt my sister. I was protective of her. Always have been, just like Tripp. And Ashby and Dash. He had nothing to fear here. I wouldn't do anything against her will. Thing was...sweet Bliss wanted this. Whatever the fuck our parents smoked when they conceived us must've affected the way our brains were wired. Hell. I knew they didn't smoke shit. Nor did they drink too much. They were good people. Almost saintly. And our mothers-bless them-had not one bad bone in their bodies. Guess this all came naturally to us. That was the only explanation, and there was no need to get checked. I simply accepted the sick thoughts and desires I had. And so did the others, apparently. There was a hint of uncertainty in Bliss' eyes, but she was brave. She didn't wait long. She stepped closer, her hands slowly coming up to rest on my chest. She gripped my shirt. The look Bliss gave me...fuck, it was hot. It hit me in the gut harder than any punch I'd given out today. I smirked as she came even closer, and as I leaned in, I heard her breath hitch. She'd have to breathe eventually, but I might make it hard for her. I leaned in until my lips brushed hers, and I felt her body jolt, as if she was ready to run. My hands shot up, one catching her wrists, the other cupping her jaw before she could rethink it. I deepened the kiss by tilting my head to the side and pushed my tongue into her mouth without giving her the time to process. The kiss was hard. None of that soft, cautious shit. I took her mouth like it was mine, but there was a short moment where I needed to realize that this was really happening. My dick jolted, and it was all I needed to understand that I was not going to regret this. When she gasped, I didn't waste a second. I pushed my tongue deeper, tasting her, almost making her choke on it. She made another sound, surprised or maybe aroused, and it snapped something in me. My hand slid to her throat. I didn't squeeze too hard but put just enough pressure to remind her who she was kissing. Her pulse fluttered against my fingers. She didn't pull away. She only leaned in closer. Jesus. This felt...right. In the most fucked-up way possible, this felt right. It wasn't as soft and sweet like I imagined. She was fire. Desperate, bold. Her fingers found my hair and fisted it, pulling me closer like she couldn't get enough. Neither could I. I wanted her against a wall. In my bed. On her knees. Everywhere. I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. Yet, I wanted to share her and see just how messed up we could get. All together. Her and I, Ashby and Dash, and maybe even Tripp if he was up to it. Her body was pressing hard against mine, and with my cock thickening against her stomach, I pushed harder, rubbing against her to make her feel just how much she turned me on. Another moan escaped her as she reached between us to put her hand on my cock. She curled her fingers around it over the fabric of my shorts, and I eased off just enough to look at her. Her lips were flushed, her chest heaving. So was mine. My breath was ragged, my blood loud in my ears. "That what you want?" I asked, voice low, trying to mask the hope with sarcasm. "You're a dirty little slut." "Rhys." Dash wasn't pleased with my word-choices, but I didn't give a fuck. I glanced over at him, my hand still wrapped around her throat. My gaze dropped to his crotch for a swift moment before I met his again. "You enjoyed that," I stated, raising a brow. "Got a fucking hard-on by watching me kiss my sister." His jaw tensed, and he turned his gaze to Bliss to make sure she was okay. She had her hand still on my cock, and I looked down at her, grinning, and ready to tease her some more. "You'd get down on your knees right now if I asked you to, huh?" She looked up at me as her fingers squeezed my dick gently. I licked my bottom lip, almost mesmerized by the way she was looking at me. "Answer me, Bliss." "Yes," she replied, her voice small yet full of hope and need. I tightened my grip around her throat and kissed her again, dipping my tongue into her mouth and tasting her once more before taking a step back. I watched her closely, then said, "Get on your knees." She didn't hesitate. God, she didn't even think twice. She was on her knees in front of me in an instant, and I gripped her hair with my hand, fisting it tightly to pull her head close. I pressed her face to my crotch, rubbing my length between her lips. The fabric was thin enough to make me feel her hot breath on my shaft, and I let out a grunt as she started to suck on it. "Dirty girl," I murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as she made my cock jolt again. "Look at me." She looked up, her eyes watering even though I hadn't pushed my dick down her throat yet. There'd be tears streaming down her face once that happened. "You're needy. Fuck, I want to mouth-fuck you so damn bad, but I don't think you're ready for that." She hummed and kept using her tongue to tease me. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I couldn't wait for her to show me just how much she wanted my cock. I pulled her head back, making her tilt it back so she had to keep looking at me. "I think that's enough for now." I made her get back up, and as I adjusted my cock in my shorts, I looked at Dash who was watching my hand closely. I raised a brow again, amused. "Shit, cuz...you want a taste too? You're fucking drooling." He furrowed his brows and sighed with a shake of his head. "No." "You do. Damn." I laughed and looked at Bliss. "See what you did to him? Think you can handle two?" Bliss didn't reply. She just looked between us, her breathing shallow. "Maybe you should go," Dash said to me. "But I won't. I want a kiss from you too." I was starting to become manipulative. I usually wasn't, but in this crazy situation, it fit. And it wasn't like I was hurting anyone. They were both old enough to make decisions for themselves, and it was clear that neither of the two wanted to end this. They were both intrigued, though, Dash was nervous. And fucking jealous. I saw it in his eyes. "Don't be shy now. You make her suck your cock in front of your brother, but you won't even give me a kiss?" "Rhys..." I raised a brow at him. "What? You don't wanna kiss me?" I knew he liked guys. We'd had that conversation once. Late at night, in his room, with Tripp and Ashby lying around half-asleep. He was nervous, thought we'd freak out or treat him different. Maybe even hate him. But we didn't. We listened. Told him it didn't matter who he wanted. Man or woman. Love, lust, whatever. None of it changed how we saw him. And, by now, he must've understood that I felt the same. My whole family only ever saw me with women, but they didn't know about the secret meetups I casually had with other guys. "Since when do you..." Dash asked, his expression full of surprise. "Like men? Does it matter?" "No." "Then why won't you kiss me?" "Because you're-shit, Rhys, you're my cousin!" I pursed my lips, letting his words settle for a moment. "You hearing yourself?" Dash sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck." "Exactly." I looked at Bliss for a moment, her eyes still filled with that excited gleam. She wanted us to kiss. She was just waiting for it. "So." I turned back to Dash. "Come here." He looked unsure, but his body language told a whole other story. The tension had eased, and his fists clenched as if he was trying his hardest not to reach out for me. "We've already crossed the line. Kissing him won't really matter. It might only make things more fun," Bliss added, her voice low and a little breathless. I grinned. "She gets it." Dash looked at her, then at me, like he was trying to decide which of us was the worse temptation. "You're insane," he muttered. "Sure are," I agreed. "Still waiting, though." His jaw tightened as surrender flickered in his eyes. The fight in him was already slipping, replaced with hunger. Dash stepped forward slowly, almost like he didn't realize he was doing it. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then back to my eyes. "This is a bad idea," he whispered. "Most fun ones are," I said, smirking. "Scared you'll fall in love with me?" "No." He swallowed hard. "I'm scared we won't ever stop and risk getting caught." "We won't," I assured him, reaching up my hand to grab his throat. His breath caught just for a second, and I finally pulled him closer until my mouth was on his. I kissed him hard, just like I had kissed Bliss. I wanted him to feel the same she did, and it only took him a couple of seconds to melt right into me and kiss me back the same way. I could feel Bliss watching us, her little shaky exhales telling me that she found this exciting. I deepened the kiss, curling my tongue around his in a rough way, and tasting every inch of his mouth. I loved women, but, fuck...kissing men was different. As the kiss got more intense, Dash pushed against my chest, wanting to end this way sooner than I hoped. I tried to fight it, kept kissing him as he started to mutter curses, and when he finally managed to break free, he said, "That's enough." The three of us looked at each other, letting everything we just did settle between us. And when I decided that the fun part was over, I turned and headed back to the house without saying another word. I had a lot to think about. Shit, I had to tell Tripp. We were all in this now, and I didn't want to leave him out of this. Mostly out of curiosity, and to find out if he was as sick as us. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!