Carson pulls into the garage, moves the seat back as far as it can go, and grabs her hands. “I warned you.”
We both look down, and sure enough, his cum-covered cock is ready to go again. With a little maneuvering, we spin Goldie around so she’s facing him and straddles his lap.
“If he didn’t already do the job, I’m about to. And if he did, get ready for twins.”
He hoists her over his tip, and I catch my breath as he slides her down. I push the button to close the garage door.
Goldie’s able to work herself on his shaft. Her titties bounce and beg to be let free from her dress but this one doesn’t have a zipper or buttons, damn it.
I lean over the center console, cradle her breast in my hand, and suck it into my mouth, cotton dress and all. I tease her nipple with my tongue. There’s no doubt she can feel everything I’m doing as she moans with each flick.
Escalated breaths, fingers yanking my hair, and high-pitched begging come seconds before Carson slams into her. “Fuck!”
Their bodies tighten around me. I ease off her breast and watch the two of them release. This car’s never going to smell the same again.
The next few days fly past. Zoe made us agree to get our work done before we play each day. Although, mid-morning break, lunch, and afternoon break are all viable times to sneak in a few orgasms for our new business partner.
Before we know it, I’m at the deck rail watching Natalie’s car round the bend into the neighborhood. My stomach knots. I have to stop myself from biting my fingernail so I can offer a last-minute suggestion. “Maybe we should do shots before telling her.”
Carson gets up, but Zoe grabs his hand. She says, “No. I don’t want this to seem cheap or alcohol driven. We tell Natalie straight up.”
“Okay, but I’ll have shots ready for after we tell her.”
She drops his hand. “Fair enough.”
He disappears inside.
“I’ll be right back. I have to nervous pee one last time.” Zoe rushes inside.
Why does Natalie park at Lincoln and Jefferson’s house? Lincoln’s her boss, but even if she had to do a work thing, wouldn’t she park here?
I step back from the railing, about to vomit. If she flips out…if she’s mad at us and Zoe…if this whole thing comes crashing down into a fit of judgment and hurt, will Zoe still consider our relationship worthwhile?
Voices from below cause me to return to the railing. Lincoln is at her car talking to her. They need to handle business later.
Why the fuck is he brushing hair out of her face? And why is she laughing like a schoolgirl whose crush is giving her attention?
Her short shorts and crop top are not workplace appropriate, in fact, I’ve never seen her wear so little.
My overprotective brother mode flares into high gear. She’s always so polite, never telling anyone to fuck off.
He’s hitting on my little sister. She’s his administrative assistant. What the fuck is wrong with him? Did we get her a job with a player?
He puts his hand on her lower back. Come on Natalie, tell him to knock it off. He’s your boss.
Biting my tongue, I struggle to keep quiet. Natalie hates it when Ibaby sisterher. Inching backward should help because I can’t see them as well, but I just stare through the railing.
Am I in denial of what I’m seeing? Treating Natalie like a grown woman is important if I want Zoe treated like one. I have to trust her.
I turn away.
It works for a minute. Zoe and Carson return to the deck, reminding me of the need to reveal our relationship.
Playful, flirty laughter filters up to us. I visualize my identical neighbors using their charms on my little sister and my nausea returns. I spin around.
They’re standing face to face, way too close. One of them—I can’t tell which—has his fingers wrapped around her wrist, pinning it behind her back. He lowers his head, placing his lips next to her ear.
More flirty laughter. My fists ball. That sound isn’t supposed to come from my sister.