You could cut the sexual tension between Bash and me. We were like two dogs in heat, sniffing each other and I couldn’t wait for the day he finally snapped and mount my ass.
It had been a little over a week since I walked in on Aldis and Camile. Don’t ask me how I feel about what I saw. Is it messed up, yes. Is it any of my damned business, not one bit. I continued to avoid them at our nightly family gathering and have not since, bothered to ‘meet Calista halfway’ as Papa encouraged. I dreaded the thought of finding out any more of their secrets.
If Camile knew I knew, she showed no signs of it. Aldis, on the other hand, went out of his way to win my attention.

So, you understand, my brother was a sick fuck who walked around with a hard dick and delighted in me knowing how much me finding out his dark little secret turned him on.
I almost preferred he’d seen me as a threat to be rid of. That, I could combat. This, I didn’t know what to do. It was like being covered in slime that refused to wash off, no matter how hard I scrubbed.
He was discreet, never more than a slight shift of his hand to stroke himself. A shiver of disgust ran through me each time he found a reason to reach past me and press his erection into my ass when no one was looking.
The fucker was so slick, if I retaliated the way I wanted and run my knife through his eye, everyone would think I’d lost my mind. I’d contemplated more than once telling Papa only to change my mind.
No matter how much they’d warmed to me. In the eyes of the rest of the family I was the outsider. Even if Papa Knight were to take my word, there was no way the rest of them would believe me over the perverted bastard.
For a long while I lived with my head on a swivel, waiting for the day he escalated.

On this particular night the family and I were gathered in the drawing room. The Farmer’s Market was open, and I was pestering Aunt Olida to come with me, while Morana cocked her ears pretending not to listen.
“Fire the woman.” Tolrin snapped, having had enough of listening to Calista gripe about her event coordinator’s incompetence.
“I didn’t hire her. Mother did.” The idiot girl scowled.
If Camile heard one word of her daughter’s complaint, I’d be surprised. The woman’s cold blue eyes hadn’t lifted off me since I entered the room and sat next to Papa.

“Sorry for the delay,” Uncle Ashon apologized, strolling into the drawing room.
He was an hour late but had called ahead to relay security at one of their warehouses had been comprised. No one was expecting him to show up. He circumvented the room.
“Neice.” he motioned for me to get up.
I jumped up and grabbed the case of dominos off the table between our chairs. “Bash come play me,” I said as I headed toward the card table.
No complaints, no lame excuses about needing to call it a night because of an early morning. Lately, he’d been staying back later than usual. I’d like to think it was because of me.
“One game.” Of course, he wouldn’t have been Bash if he’d simply complied.
Cool fingers grazed my wrist. It took everything in me not to jump out of my skin.
“Can I join?” Blue eyes cold as a glacier lake bore through me.
Every fibre of my being screamed no.
Aldis waited, a stupid grin slanted his thin-lipped mouth.
I didn’t get the chance to answer. Camile called his name as she rose to her feet and bid the others goodnight. Calista hung off her arm, and they both waited for Aldis to join them.
Unbidden, the image of Camile on her knees slobbering all over him, sprung to mind. A shudder raced through me.
Still holding my wrist, Aldis stood. “Another time,” he said light-heartedly and discreetly brushed his crotch against the back of hand as he squeezed past me.
Gritting my teeth, I walked off on stiff legs. His ice-cold touch lingered long after Bash and I settled at the table and started our first game.
A game I no longer wanted to play. A game I did everything in my power to bring to a quick end. I couldn’t get to my room and shower fast enough.
“What’s wrong?” Bash asked, eyeing me under the hood of his brow.
“Nothing.” I tried cheering up. “And don’t try to distract me from this ass-whopping I’m about to lay on you.”
He chuckled. “Sure, Pretty.”
It was the first time he said anything remotely close to flirting to me. My eyes popped wide. “Endearments, uh?”
“You don’t like the name?”
Sixes dominated the table. He dropped his six-four with three dominos left in his hand, and I jumped at the chance to lay my double-four down.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You are…pretty.”
“I know,” I said, fiddling with my double-five in the hopes he played six-five at the other end. Or I’d be forced to draw. I had four cursed doubles in my hand.
Laughing, he played four-one. The one double I didn’t have. Damn him. I knocked and drew from the pile. Couldn’t play, so I knocked again. “You plan on doing anything, about it?”
Bash gaze flicked up from his hand to stare at me, his long fingers tapping against the back of his dominos. He dropped his double-one, leaving me with no other choice but to knock and pick again. I drew four-three. I had no play and my hand was growing bigger while his was dwindling.
“Look I’m no homewrecker, if it’s serious between you too, just say the word and I’ll back off.”
His lips slid into a crooked smile, as he dropped the five-one giving me a chance to play my double five. But we both know he held, the final six, six-one in his hand, and I had no way of stopping him.
 “I’m not involved with Cali, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“I don’t know,” I sang, “you two put on quite the show. I mean damn, she all but pissed on your leg.”
Bash chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “That was all for you.”
“And you played along.”
“Mhm,” he agreed with a nod of his head, and slapped his last domino on the table. “We’re family, we lookout for each other.”
Old me would have taken offense and gone off at the mouth. I kept my cool. “And I’m not family.”
“Not then.”
“Not now.” I set my hand down and pushed to me feet.
He’d won the game and I’d lost interest.
“Hey,” he reached for my arm, stopping me from leaving. “I didn’t say that to upset you.”
“No worries. Good game.”
I patted his shoulder and headed over to where my father and Uncle Ashon were quietly speaking with their heads close together. The others, Morana Olida and the Crow had already called it a night. I hadn’t even noticed they were gone.
“I’m heading up.” I pecked papa’s check, gave a quick nod to Ash and left.
I was halfway up the stairs when Bash caught up to me. He cupped my elbow, herded me up the rest of the stairs and pinned me against the nearest wall the moment we reached the landing.
He leaned into me, gaze tracing my face like he was talking himself out of a disaster we both craved. Our breaths came hot and uneven, colliding in the inch of air between us. 
“You don’t make it easy, to behave.” His mouth brushed mine, a feather-light touch that promised everything and left me hungry for more.
I leaned in when he drew back, a sound catching in my throat, desperate to close the space. “I like misbehaving, don’t you?”
Bash straightened, dragged his large hand up my side and wrapped it around my throat. His thumb traced my lips. “Pretty, I don’t think you know what you’re asking for. I’d ruin your tight little body.”
Again, he nipped my bottom lip, fleeting, gone before I could claim the kiss. Each retreat left me breathless, aching for the weight of his mouth.
“Do you think you can handle a man like me, little girl.”
Pinned to the wall under his grip, I tilted my head. Tongue swiping out, tracing the warmth of him as I reached between us and gripped the hard bar of his erection. “This feels very daubable.”
“Fuck.” With a rough exhale, his restraint shattered.
We collided, wild and hungry. His tongue swirled around mine and sucked me deep into his mouth. His free hand palmed my ass, pulling me close. He ground into me, his big, hard dick pressing between my legs. I touched him everywhere my hands could reach, digging my nails into his taught back.
I couldn’t get enough.
We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Greedy for more, I unbuckled his belt and reached into his pants for my prize.
“No,” he growled, breaking the kiss.
He stepped back.
Panting, I waited—heart hammering, lips tingling—for him to say something. “What?”
He shook his head, breaths ragged. “We can’t.”
“You’re boring me.” I scoffed.
“I’m serious.” He licked his lips, gaze dipping from my face to the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
The alter-top of my green maxi-dress had slid down barely covering my nipples. I don’t move to fix it, instead I pushed the swells of my breasts together and used the tip of my tongue to push the material out of the away.
My pierced nipple perked up. I swirled my tongue around the turgid peak, lathering it up, before I sucked it into my mouth around a moan.
Bash hissed, squeezing the thick bulge straining against the front of his pants.
I caught the half-moon ring between my teeth, tugged on it until it slipped from my mouth. “Want a taste?”
“Hollis,” he warned, stepping forward. “We’re family, this is a bad fucking idea.”
“Fuck me or walk the fuck away.” Completely, over the bullshit I pull my top up.
He hesitated, shook his head and walked off.
Did he think I was going to chase him?
A few moments later I entered the rotunda accessing the west wing and stopped dead in my tracks. Sitting in the white sofa near my six-foot fiddle-leaf fig three, were Aldis and Camile.
This damned family. I blew a breath out, said nothing and crossed the open floor to my locked door. I didn’t question their presence; more likely they were there waiting on Papa Knight.
“My son tells me we’ve got voyeur among us.”
Oh shit. My hand halted inches from the thumb-print pad accessing my quarters. I turned to face the shameless duo.
“And what does that have to do with me?”
Camile chuckled. Her son sat back, smiling from ear to ear; his eyes sliding over every inch of my body. An involuntary shudder swept through me.
“Well, did you enjoy the show?”
These people are sick.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The woman got to her feet.
I reached into my dress pocket and palmed my knife, as she sauntered her ass over to me. She stopped within an inch of my face. Behind her, Aldis squeezed his erection.
She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. “I bet you did. I can smell your excitement. Mm,” she hummed leaning in and sniffing my neck. “I bet you taste as sweet as a ripe peach.”
“You need to back the fuck up,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
Lightning-fast, Camile swept her hand between my legs and coated two fingers in my arousal, leftover from my brief time with Bash.
A squeak of surprise escaped me as I stumbled back in disgust. In a blink Aldis was there, sucking on her two digits, his arm jerking fast. Before I could stop myself, my gaze dropped to his fist wrapped around his exposed cock, pumping it hard.
 I leapt back. My back thumped into the door. Seconds later his seed arched between us in one powerful long stream. He groaned like a wounded animal
Silence slammed down between the three of us.
I didn’t dare more.
On a shuddering breath he shook the last drops out and then tucked himself away. “Your pussy is delicious, sister. My perfect little peach.”
I gagged. Hand trembling, I clumsily pulled out my knife. I flicked the blade out and waved it in their faces.
“Both of you get the fuck away from me.”
“Come along son, you’ve had your treat as promise. Now it’s my turn.”
I don’t know how long I stood there, staring at the space they’d left. The arm holding the knife out flopped to my side, the weight of it dragging me back to myself.
A copious amount of Aldis’ spunk stained the tiled floor. The strong musk hung in the air, leaving a taste at the back of my throat. I pressed my lips together, swallowing the bile that rose.
Who would I call to clean it up, how would I explain what happened?
I turned around, fisted my shaking hand and pressed my thumb to the pad.
Aldis and Camile were insane and I had no idea what to do about their fixation with me. I fumbled with the door and was barely through it before Alana came flying out of my bedroom.
“Oh, it’s you.” She sighed. “Did you get my text?”
“No.” I grunted.
Head spinning, I pressed a hand to my rolling stomach and sucked down a breath to stop from being sick.
“Aldis and Camile came by; they were looking for you.”
“Yeah,” I said, peeling my dress off over my head. “They were waiting for me.”
“Oh, God.” She quickly took the dress from me, her eyes wide with concern. “What did they want?”
Another wave of nausea rolled over me. I scrubbed my face and cupped my cheeks as I collected myself. “Why do I think you already know?”
Alana worried her bottom lip between her teeth. My companion was an innocent. It grated me that she’d been exposed to Aldis and Camile’s depravity.
“What do you know?”
“They’re…they’re not well.”
I barked a laugh while I was anything but amused. “That’s putting it lightly. Does father know?”
The girl shrugged. “I don’t think he would care.”
“Jesus. What kind of family did I walk into?” I sighed. “What a damn night. First Bash, then these two.”
“What about Bash?” She rushed ahead of me, stepping into the en suite. “I’ll get your bath started.”
I followed in after her, grateful for the distraction. “Don’t bother, I’ll take a quick shower.”
“I’ll get your sleepwear.” She cut through the adjoined door into my closet. “What happened with Bash?”
“The fucker got me horny, then left me high and dry.”
Alana’s bell-like laughter flited out from the closet, filling the bathroom with its brightness. It made me smile as I slid the door to the stall aside and stepped in. Twenty men could stand comfortably in the all-glass stall. I didn’t bother putting on a shower cap. I stood at the center of the tiled floor and voice-activated the rainfall shower-head.
Warm water blasted me from above. I exhaled, letting the water pound my body and beat the knots out of my shoulder. Aldis jacking his cock off flashed through my mind. He could have spilled his seed on me. That he could have, gave me nightmares for days to come. I hugged myself.
“Did he say why?” Alana asked, stepping up behind me.
I relaxed, dropping my arms. “Some nonsense about us being family.”
Alana turned off the water and directed me toward the bench to sit. Her curly blond hair hung in damn clumps; the dark strands flattened against her face and shoulders. She was what you’d called bottom-heavy—small-chested, slim-waisted, with flared hips an artist would linger over to capture the divine curve just right.
She had stripped down to her underwear. A white cotton number with a cute little red bow at the front. Water sluiced down her bare breasts, pert A-cups she’d one confessed was her least favourite part of her body. Her pebbled nipples were bubble-gum pink and tiny, unlike the blackberries tipping my own.
“He’s not wrong, the both of you are practically brother and sister.”
“Bullshit.” I waved aside. “We’re not even step siblings. He’s papa’s protégé, a friend that’s the extent of it.”
Alana grabbed my sponge, squeezed some bodywash onto it and began scrubbing my shoulders and back. Usually, I’d fanned her off and tend to my own bath, but that night I was too damned drained to fight the same old fight we’ve had since the night I arrived.
Waiting on me gave her pleasure, and as much as I wasn’t accustomed to it, might never get used to it, I won’t lie and say I hated it.
“Well, maybe he’ll change his mind.” She motioned for me to stand, and I did.
 “Eh,” I blew out, over the whole thing. “Forget him.”
Giggles met my brush off. “Are you sure?” Alana met my gaze from where she knelt, soaping up my legs. “You seem to have a massive crush on him.”
“Pfft, I don’t have crushes. He’s got a big dick.” I smirked, recalling how hard he was in my fist. “I was looking forward to the workout.”
Alana cackled.
“It’s true.” I pouted. “Now, my ass is going to be tossing and turning all night.”
My companion pulled to her feet washed the sponge out and squeezed more soap onto it. I reached for it and she hid it behind her back.
“You don’t have to.”
I will admit, I was slow on the uptake. “I don’t have to what?”
“Go to bed frustrated.” She bent to even out our height and pecked my lips.
“Alana.” Her name fell off my lips on a rush of breath.
“Step wide mistress, let me wash your pussy.”
She giggled. “Oh, I love seeing this side of you, all flustered and tongue-tied.”
“We shouldn’t…we can’t.” I bit back on a moan as she stroked between my legs nice and slow with the sponge.
“And why not? Am I not your companion?”
“Yes,” I hissed as the sponge glide over the tip of my clit.
“Is it not my responsibility to get you what you want?”
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod.
“Lift your leg and set your foot on the bench.”
I complied. My chin to my chest as she slid to her knees and cleaned me thoroughly.
“Your pussy makes my mouth water. It’s so puffy.” She stroked her index finger through my lips, dragged it upward and flicked the head of my clit. “So fat, I can’t wait to feel it swell in my mouth.”
“Come here.” I took her hand and helped her up. My thoughts spun, desire warring with sense. I couldn’t let this go any further. “Is this your first time?”
Alana chuckled. “If you’re worried, I won’t know to how please you, I promise I’m well versed in the art of pleasure.”
“The art of pleasure?” I baulked, staring up into her twinkling eyes.
Nodding, she activated the shower. Water sprayed us from every angle. She stepped out of her underwear and threw it aside, before quickly scrubbing between her legs. Once we were free of the suds, she looped her arms around my neck and lowered her head as I rose on my toes to meet her halfway. Her mouth slanted over mine, her hot tongue swept the cavern of my mouth, sucking, pulling.
She broke the kiss leaving us both breathless caught between the heavy blast.
“Is this your first time?” she asked me.
“What, fucking?”
A huge grin split her face in two. “No, being with a woman.”
In answer, I tug her closer, our chest smashed together as I wrapped one arm around the back of her neck, gripped her fat ass and stuck my tongue down her throat.
Again, she broke our kiss. “Not here, the bed. There’s something I’ve been dying to try.”