“But what’s the alternative?” I ask. “I’m sick of trying to find another girl I like as much, only for them to never match up to Ellie.”
“Me too,” Seb says. “And it’s worse now we’ve had a taste of what it could be like. Before the closet, it was just me and my own filthy imagination. Now it’s me and the actual memories of Ellie. It’s a fucking miracle I’m out of my room, and my cock is tucked away right now.”
“Gross,” Colby snaps. “We have to forget it for Ellie’s sake. Her relationship with her mom is already strained. We can’t do anything to disrupt it. It’s not fair.”
“You forget that there are these things called secrets. They happen when people don’t tell everyone what they’re doing. You know, it’s normal for people our age not to disclose our sex life to our parents.” I smile as Colby swivels his head to take a measure of my expression quickly.
“I thought Seb would have been the one to push this,” he says. “He’s usually the one who cares the least about the implications of his actions.”
“Thanks,” Seb says from the back seat, genuinely pleased with that description.
“It wasn’t a compliment,” Colby growls.
“You’re also forgetting that we’ve already fooled around with her,” I say. “Maybe if we were talking right now, and we hadn’t had that seven minutes of heaven, I’d think differently.”
“He’s had a taste,” Seb says. “And now he’s addicted. It’s pushing all his usual restraint and empathy out the back door.”
“I still have empathy and restraint, dude. But see how Ellie looks at us now, and it’s different. She feels it too.”
Colby lets out a stressed-sounding breath. “She wanted to kiss me. I’m ninety-nine percent sure of that. And I probably would have done if you hadn’t appeared in the doorway.”
“See. I told you.”
“But my moment of stupidity and seven minutes of unintended fooling around shouldn’t lead us down a path we can’t return on.”
“How very philosophical of you, Colb,” Seb laughs. He tosses a ball in his hands, forever restless.
“Nothing philosophical about me wanting to preserve some sanity in our house.”
“Sanity is overrated, brother,” Seb says, “but you know what isn’t? Accepting how you feel about someone and doing what needs to be done to satisfy both of you.”
“Satisfaction is overrated,” Colby replies. “You can get your dick wet any night of the week, if that’s all you’re looking for.”
Seb drops the ball on the floor and leans forward, wrapping his arms around both our seats so that his head is almost level with ours. “But it isn’t just about getting our dicks wet, is it. That isn’t what any of us really want.”
“Oh yeah, and what do I want?” Colby snaps. “Tell me, little brother.”
“We all want to make that girl happy.”
I snap my head around, staring at my brother, who always tries to lighten every situation, but just jumped headfirst into the emotional zone.
He raises his eyebrows and grins because he knows he’s hit the nail on the head, and none of us will deny the truth of his words.
We want to make Ellie happy, but what does that mean? What will it take to put a smile on her face?
I don’t know, but I hope I get to find out.
9
ELLIE
I wake up to a message from Gabriella.
Gabriella – Did you do it yet? I want the deets.
Me – No. I got home before them last night and went straight to sleep.
Gabriella – Not good enough, sweetie!
Me – Gimme a break. I’ll do it.
If Gabriella knew how hard my pussy just clenched at the thought of fucking Micky, she wouldn’t doubt my intentions one bit.
But I guess she’s worried that a girl who needs a dare to act on her obvious physical urges is cowardly enough to pull out of a dare. It’s something I’ve never done. Ever.
Throughout classes and library study time, all I can think about is how Micky looked with a surprised expression on his face and his hand cupping his cock. He wasn’t embarrassed, that’s for sure. In fact, I’m sure he was pleased with the chance to reveal what he has to offer.
Show off.
Maybe he and Seb planned the whole thing. I wouldn’t put it past either of them.
Maybe they hoped that one look at the most exceptional cock in the northern hemisphere would be enough to tempt me over the line again.
Without the dare, all it would have done was driven me a little closer to sex-fueled fantasy insanity . The dare is the icing on the cake, because now I know exactly what I’m going to get.
If he wants to go through with it, that is.
The later it gets in the afternoon, the more restless the butterflies in my belly become. Instead of finishing an assignment, I mentally calculate the pros and cons of approaching the dare. Do I just come out and tell him about Gabriella’s challenge and hope he’s happy to help me out? That feels lame. Do I act all seductive and hope he makes a move? Difficult to achieve with his brothers and our parents around. Do I message him and ask him to meet me somewhere? A hotel room, maybe? Logistically and financially risky if he doesn’t turn up. And a message will leave evidence for him to show his brothers or even other people. My last idea is to slip into his bed in the middle of the night and hope that my hands on his skin is enough to pique his interest.